Malevolent Warlock: Sin Of Eternity-Chapter 279: Clearing Out The Riverbanks —2

"He’s over there," Kang, who sat atop a strange-looking horse with spots all over its body, pointed to a tied-up slim man to the left.

"Hm." Upon seeing Kang’s gesture, the massive figure of Leon’s Kaga puppet walked to the side, picked up the slim man, and directly placed him on its shoulder.

Without a second thought, the puppet chose a random direction and flew away, leaving Kang and the others to look at his figure from behind.

"Sigh, I see why the old man was always so cautious about the kid," Kang sighed as he watched the Kaga puppet leave their area of the battlefield.

From the moment he met Bran in the desolate region, Bran had always spoken of this kid Leon. He was Bran’s kid, but Bran treated him more like a ticking time bomb than anything else.

He even advised Kang to never get involved with Leon’s schemes because he believed that, given the opportunity, the kid would burn the whole world down with him in it just to achieve his goals.

This sounded absurd to Kang at first. The mysterious Bran, who seemed to be deeper than a bottomless pit, was this skeptical of his son? It didn’t make sense.

But after traveling with Leon for the past few weeks through the Undergod territory, Kang had begun to understand a few things about Leon.

Kang cared very little for the lives of those weaker than him, but Leon’s battle decisions were appalling, to say the least.

30,000 dead gang members. These weren’t civilians; they were the most slippery set of individuals in the entire Undergod territory. He figured that Leon would be able to heavily displace them well enough that forming the gangs once again would be hard... but what Leon did pushed his expectations to the extreme.

He had laid waste to so many gangs to their core, wiping them clean out and taking the small number of survivors as prisoners of war.

Even the Undergod Monastery, which had always professed its desire to exterminate the gangs, couldn’t achieve this in so little time.

This was something else.

"Boss, there’s a letter for you."

A lady in pirate attire approached Kang and handed him a letter with a three-headed faceless insignia on it.

This was Leon’s insignia. His troop, formed by his allies and his personal 500-man unit, was called the Faceless Night.

This was their insignia.

Within the reaches of the Undergod River, they had started to gain some notoriety.

The Faceless Night, a breeze that comes in the dead of night and sweeps away all in its path, leaving no memories.

Of course, this was spread by Leon’s men, as Leon himself didn’t leave memories behind. (He either completely annihilated them or took them prisoner.) If Leon didn’t spread the news of his troop, no one would actually know of their existence before he got to them.

"Ahh, the only drawback." After breaking the seal and reading the letter’s contents, Kang smirked bitterly as he passed the letter over to Ken.

Leon’s tactics were great, and if he hadn’t spread the news, it would have been much better. But now, apparently, several high-grade gangs and marauders were on the verge of forming an alliance.

This would make clearing them much harder.

"What’s his plan?" After a few seconds of pondering, Kang turned to Arian and asked.

This cold beauty in front of him was usually quiet, but from his observations, she was the closest person to Leon among all of them. If anyone was to know what was going through his mind, it would be her.

"Ask him yourself," Arian said with lazy eyes as she slowly panned her head upwards to see Leon’s silhouette descending toward their location.

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That night

For the first time since they started their killing spree, Leon ordered his troop to rest. It was a kind of reward and served to calm the nerves.

News would soon spread among the men about the massive battle they were heading into upriver; it was best they prepared their hearts so as not to flee from shock.

It was a crucial juncture; there couldn’t be any mistakes.

At the moment, Leon was having a meeting with all the high-ranking officials of his troop.

"We can concentrate all our men on this side of the river and pass by their alliance in the morning. When we get to the Undergod Monastery, we will be able to get reinforcements from them," one of the gang leaders, Alaster of the Seven Jacks, suggested.

They were doing the Undergod Monastery a favor by clearing out the gangs. The least they could do was reinforce them.

"No, the Undergod Monastery might know of our actions and be in full support, but that does not mean they will help us," Ben shook his head and said to Alaster. He knew a few things that Alaster didn’t and understood that jumping to conclusions that deviated from the original plan was dangerous.

"We have friends in the west. I can send several messages and get some assistance from the Uheaval mercenaries... we have the funds to afford them," another one of the pirates jumped in.

They had pillaged over a dozen gangs and taken all their treasures; hiring the renowned Uheaval mercenary group was something they could definitely afford.

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"That will waste too much time. You’ll need to cut at the neck of the alliance before it can fully form," Ken spoke as he sat far from the meeting table.

He had a cup of tea in his hand.

Even though he acted like it was no bother to him, he was right. Even this night of waiting was a dangerously bold move. They couldn’t afford a fully formed alliance from the river gangs.

20,000 strong was not a small amount, if fully formed, they could wipe out their men on impact.

No one wanted to die in a war for treasure with such odds.

"We’ve already taken half the river. That alone is a big accomplishment. Let’s consolidate our gains and leave," Tyloon of Yolum said, defeat written on his face.

There were gangs inland too. They could definitely survive and even flourish if they took the loot elsewhere. This was the right course of action.

"You’re right."

Another voice sounded, but this time it came from none other than Leon.

He was the leader of this whole thing. If he said words like this, then it probably was time to call it quits.

"But… that’s not what we are going to do," Kang’s voice resounded next to Leon as he looked at him out of the corner of his eyes.

"That’s what you were going to say, yes?" Kang asked Leon with a weary smirk.

He knew what Leon looked like when he had been defeated. He had witnessed the look once before. This was not that look.

"Naturally. Prepare the troop. We strike at dawn," Leon paid no mind to their deliberations. He stood up and walked outside the tent.

Those who wanted to stay were welcome to. This was not the climax of his actions in the Undergod territory. Weak-willed subordinates were not something he wanted.