Sovereign of the Ashes-Chapter 1466: Nimitz

Woodleaf Grass was a low-grade magic herb that could absorb trace amounts of radiation from living beings.

What made it especially valuable was that it only grew in certain fissures along Radbow World’s ley lines—and even then, in abysmally small quantities.

Since Farke and the other mages stationed here were bound by garrison duty, they could not venture too far to harvest it.

The few Farke had left were all that remained in his stock.

Nimitz had always looked out for him, so he did not mind sharing them with the old Rank One mage.

When he made the offer, though, Nimitz simply glanced at him and slowly shook his head.

“Woodleaf Grass is better left for young mages like you. My old bones won’t last much longer anyway. No point wasting precious herbs on me...”

There was a heavy weariness in his tone, something Farke had never heard before in all their years together.

Then Farke noticed a faint trickle of yellowish, radioactive fluid seeping from Nimitz’s abdomen.

That kind of injury could never be healed with mere Woodleaf Grass. He needed proper treatment, and fast!

“You’re injured?! I’ll contact the fortress right now for replacements. You need to return and get treated, Master Nimitz!” Farke exclaimed, panic rising in his voice.

A federal warship’s energy beam had clearly struck Nimitz.

The leaking radioactive fluid showed how long the wound had gone untreated, and how much it had worsened under constant radiation exposure.

Unlike Farke, Master Nimitz remained calm.

He glanced down at the wound with a calm indifference and said quietly, “I was repairing the array outside the tower when a stray beam hit me. Luckily, it missed my vitals, so it’s not fatal.”

Nimitz was an expert in tower maintenance and array control. During their long shifts together, Farke had learned a great deal from him.

In the Magus World, knowledge was everything, and even without a formal apprenticeship, Farke knew he owed Nimitz deeply.

He quickly pulled out his crystal ball to contact Ashen Fortress. The device flickered weakly with unstable light.

Since the outbreak of the great war between the Gallant Federation and the Grand Eye Demon World, knights and mages stationed in Radbow World had faced constant communication breakdowns.

Not only were Sein and his comrades unable to contact command beyond the plane, but even local transmissions between lower-ranking knights and mages often failed.

That was expected when fighting a top-tier civilization like the Gallant Federation. In wars against low-level or microplanes, the Magus Civilization’s legions had never faced such extreme interference.

Today, however, Farke and Nimitz got lucky. After several interrupted attempts, Farke actually managed to reach Ashen Fortress.

The signal flickered in and out, but the Divine Tower of Ashes’ command center eventually approved Nimitz’s rotation request and promised to send a Rank One mage to replace him immediately.

When the transmission ended, Nimitz opened his eyes and looked at Farke for a long moment. His lips parted as if to speak, but he just sighed softly and said nothing.

Mages rarely wore their emotions on their sleeves. Words of gratitude were often left unspoken.

Just as Farke helped the old mage down the steps of the leaning tower, the ground shook violently. Bursts of elemental light flared across the sky around them.

The Gallant Federation had launched another assault. This was no time to leave. Farke had no choice but to return to operate the magic tower.

Both of them made their way to the console inside the tilted magic tower.

Their position was further behind the battlefield. Ahead of them, over a thousand enslaved creatures fought as cannon fodder, backed by over twenty knights.

He and Nimitz were responsible for using the tilted magic tower to provide as much fire support as possible for the forces on the frontline.

The tower mainly fired deep-yellow radiation beams, each packing destructive force equivalent to a full-strength strike from a Rank Two creature.

On the battlefield, that kind of firepower made a difference.

All around the tower were scattered bunkers and magic cannons. Some of the more skilled divine tower mages had even converted the wreckage of crashed war airships into makeshift defensive bases.

With resources running low, everyone here had been forced to push their creativity to the limit.

When Nimitz and Farke reached the console, the elemental screen showed that the tower system was still struggling to locate the position of the federal warship.

After scanning the display for a while, Farke noticed a skirmish breaking out near their tower, in the lower right corner of the screen.

From the blurry images, it looked like the federation’s troops had already broken through the defensive formation of the Magus Alliance’s enslaved creatures.

Through the smoke and static, Farke caught sight of a Rank Two Summoner in a blue robe locked in combat with a towering mobile suit nearly seventy meters tall.

Two badly wounded summoned beasts stood beside the Summoner, still fighting to protect him.

Under normal circumstances, that Rank Two Summoner stood no chance.

The Gallant Federation’s giant mobile suits were usually on par with Rank Three power or higher.

If they were only Rank One or Two equivalents, the federation would never have poured so much effort into their construction or into training pilots capable of brainwave linkage control.

There were only a few mobile suits on the Radbow World battlefield, as the federation’s main forces here consisted mostly of warships and drones.

After watching the display for a few seconds, Farke said, “We’ve got to help him.”

Master Nimitz’s clouded eyes seemed to brighten at those words.

Watching the same scene unfold on the screen, he slowly nodded in agreement. “That looks like a mage from the Deep Blue Summoning Divine Tower. You’re right. We should assist him.”