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Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master-Chapter 1523: Calling the Cavalry!
"Spread the word at once! This is what we crucially need!" The leader of the Blue Purgators turned his eyes across the blood-soaked horizon, his voice booming over the din of battle.
"Once they are here, our people can start leading them, acting as the vanguard and helping their forces from the side. With their sheer numbers and our expertise, we can stand a chance against the wave tactics that damn fox is using right now against us!"
"Right away," Bernard replied, his face grim. He knew that time was the most precious thing they lacked right now. Every second wasted was a second the Fox’s clones and monsters drew closer to disrupting William.
Without further delay, he led a large group of his most trusted friends and a significant portion of his force, heading directly towards the shimmering gates through which William’s guild faction leaders had initially departed.
The only problem was that the landscape had changed drastically in the few hours since those gates were last used. They were no longer clear; instead, they were swarmed by a sea of monsters.
Luckily, these weren’t the formidable Scarlet Bears that required high-level coordination to kill. These were the dregs of a thousand apocalypses, weak, mindless creatures driven by instinct and lacking intelligence or collaboration.
The situation was exactly as the Purgators’ leader had described: the Fox was using desperate wave tactics, attempting to drown the Purgators lines in a tide of low-level monsters to create a breakthrough and reach William.
The Fox knew that even if William had shown outstanding abilities so far, he would be physically helpless and spiritually powerless against such overwhelming numerical tactics while his focus was locked into the planet’s core.
"What are you saying?!!" Anjie’s voice crackled with disbelief as she looked at the messenger. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖
At that moment, Anjie was overseeing the monumental task William had assigned her. In terms of rebuilding a devastated world, she possessed a wealth of experience, having already reconstructed her fallen kingdom within the new territories surrounding the fortress.
She was organising logistics and stabilising the local survivors, yet when the Purgators master arrived with Bernard’s urgent request for aid, she reacted with the same instinct as everyone else.
She instantly dropped everything she was doing. The scrolls of urban planning were tossed aside for her sword. She called over the scattered forces that belonged to her and the other faction leaders currently stationed in that lower realm, and she waited with a vibrating intensity until every last master was gathered for the return journey.
Unlike her, some of the girls were far more impatient. Sara, Berry, and Lina didn’t wait for a total consolidation. They left hurried instructions for their secondary masters and led whatever vanguard they had already assembled back through the gates to the Medium World.
Stepping back into that world showed them instantly how dire the situation had truly become! Bernard’s messengers had carried in-depth details about the crisis, yet not a single girl, friend, or faction leader could have ever imagined the situation to be this bad.
The world they had once walked freely inside, a place of eerie peace and silence, was now filled to the brim with densely packed monsters. Yet, there was a glimmer of hope: the good news was that these monsters weren’t like the Scarlet Bears.
They were weak, they weren’t particularly scary to a seasoned master, and they didn’t pose a threat to the elite Fox Guild masters in small numbers. The danger lay solely in their infinite quantity.
"Kill them all!" Ro’s voice rang out like a clarion call, echoing from a distance several valleys away. Her cry attracted the attention of many faction leaders who had just stepped through neighbouring gates.
Even though they had all come from different lower realms, the gates were clustered together in this sector of the Medium World. This proximity created a unique chance for the guild masters to reform their ranks.
One by one, the scattered hundreds of thousands of Fox Guild masters started to gravitate toward the sound of Ro’s fierce combat. Gradually, the few tens of thousands Ro initially led were joined by more, and then more, until they formed a massive, rolling army of steel and spirit that killed everything in its path.
Yet, as the momentum built, a glaring problem surfaced.
"That Bernard... He delivered the summons, and yet he didn’t say where William is!!" Berry was fuming with rage. She was a whirlwind of destruction, killing the monsters around her with savage efficiency while she shouted at her friends. Her face was flushed with the effort of the slaughter and the frustration of the search.
Since they had re-entered the Medium World and begun to gather, they had been faced with this tactical dilemma. None of them knew William’s exact current coordinates, nor did they know where the primary front of the big war was being contested.
The idea of just wandering around a world this vast wasn’t going to do William any good; the chances of losing their way in the monster-choked valleys were far higher than accidentally stumbling upon his position.
"We can still find his place!" Anjie shouted back over the roar of an explosion. She was as busy as everyone else, clearing the endless monster tide. "Look at the flow! The monsters aren’t just wandering; they are running toward one specific direction. It must be his! Let’s move and kill everything in our path that stands between us and that destination!"
"That’s not enough," Lina countered, her mind working at high speed even in the chaos. "We can’t rely on the monsters’ path alone; the Fox could be leading us into a pincer. Let’s scatter a few elite scouts around the perimeter, sniffing for William or any of the Blue Purgators!"
"Let’s do both then!" Fang roared, his lightning raining down from the sky and incinerating a huge number of monsters in a single spectacular burst. He looked like a god of war amidst the dregs.







