Aquamarine Kingdom, the temporary headquarters of the Ember Organization.
Night has fallen, and a pale silver crescent moon hangs on the horizon, covering a pot of bluebells on the windowsill with a layer of flowing silvery luster.
In the quiet study room, with the faint moonlight outside the window, Anvis sat leisurely on the carved white star wood recliner, flipping through a heavy book with a slightly rotating eyeball on the cover.
Studying the secret knowledge recorded in it.
As a famous ninth-level extreme wonder, the various secret techniques recorded in Horos's Infinite Grimoire have truly improved his current magic level.
Including the long-lost Styx reincarnation, life hiding techniques and other top secret techniques, this book has detailed records.
After an unknown amount of time, Anvis closed his eyes slightly, closed the book in his hand, and gently rubbed his eyebrows with his fingers, recovering more than half of his mental energy that had been consumed.
Even he would find it a bit difficult to read a ninth-level magic book with a rank of less than eighth level.
At present, his personal growth as a professional has stalled again, and he can only temporarily make up for it through learning in disguise.
Although the Secret Scripture of the Old Ones had some power feedback to him after sealing the black pyramid, the speed was quite slow and the quantity was not large. The power feedback when sealing various things related to ancient existence was completely different.
Incomparable.
Of course, he can also understand the reason for this gap. After all, one is the main body, and the other is not even a wreckage, but a wreckage of wreckage.
He raised his head and looked at the night outside the window. At this moment, Silver Moon Severn had already reached the sky.
Putting away his books, Anvis stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, staring at the night view outside the window.
The environment around the stronghold was dark and quiet, with unknown birds making hoarse calls on the branches of the big chestnut trees. The torchlight of several night-watch soldiers squirmed slightly in the darkness, like dim red stars.
Tonight is the last day before the general attack. According to the secret plan of Anvis and other high-level resistance organizations, tomorrow morning, resistance organizations such as Spark, Ember, and Sunlight will jointly launch a long-lost joint operation.
Try to concentrate your forces, create a time lag, and use your absolute superior force to annihilate the flanks of the Royal Army before the support from the Royal Army arrives.
It does sound like a good plan, but many people know that something will inevitably happen during this operation.
"Knock knock knock——"
At this time, the door was suddenly knocked gently.
"I remember that I have already ordered that unless the coalition forces from those kingdoms have reached here, no one is allowed to disturb me tonight, right, Mitchell?"
Anvis stood with his hands behind his hands in the silver moonlight in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, without looking back.
At the same time, a seventh-level resistance leader entered the room and saluted Anvis.
"I'm sorry, Sir, but I have just received an urgent piece of information, which is very important and related to tomorrow's joint counterattack. It must be reported to you immediately."
After explaining in a low voice, Mitchell's speech gradually became faster.
"Regarding tomorrow's operation, I have obtained confidential information from my informant. Some senior members of the organization have colluded with outsiders, preparing to rebel at a critical moment, and then use this as a proxy to defect to other organizations."
You are right, and the highest-ranking person among those who colluded with foreign enemies is standing in front of you now.
After listening to Mitchell's words, Anvis finally turned around, but his expression was still very calm, making it unclear what he was thinking.
"According to my investigation, the list of members involved in this incident includes..."
Oblivious to Anvis's thoughts, Mitchell immediately reported the results of his investigation. Several high-level officials in the organization who were controlled by Anvis were all included in the list.
"...Good job, Mitchell, I get it."
Waiting quietly for him to finish, Anvis nodded.
"Tomorrow, I will verify what you said and temporarily readjust their positions."
Watching this 'loyal' subordinate leave, Anvis tapped his fingers on the table.
Mitchell is not a subordinate he controls with the Twisted Seed, but a professional who chooses to join the Ember Organization.
Out of instinctive caution, he did not explain anything to Mitchell. Because he was not sure whether this person would tell people in other organizations what he said after leaving to gain benefits.
There was nothing to say all night, and the next day came quickly.
The next morning, the counterattack officially began.
After sending out small groups of legions respectively, following the usual tentative attack method, they harass the opponent on the frontal battlefield.
Secretly, the main professional forces of the three major resistance organizations have been assembled secretly, and there are even more than one ninth level person personally holding the battle.
Then, while the enemy's forces were dispersed, the clarion call for counterattack officially sounded.
The mountains and plains were full of middle- and low-level professionals, wearing huge constructed battle armors. Under the protection of the constructing motherships and mechanical flying dragons in the sky, they rushed towards the unprepared Kingdom Alliance forces at extremely high speeds.
Fiery magic beams fell from the sky from time to time, exploding into destructive mushroom clouds on the ground. Even if the mage group accompanying the kingdom's coalition forces propped up a wide-area shield, it was quickly broken through.
On a huge battlefield of this scale, the role of individual bravery is diluted to an extremely weak level.
Except for the natural disaster-level experts of the seventh level and above, everyone else can only be regarded as an ordinary member of this flesh-and-blood millstone. Once they are unlucky and are affected by strategic-level magic attacks, they will die inexplicably.
On one side of the battlefield, looking at the professional legions of both sides fighting each other fiercely, Leo sat at the rear of the army to hold down the formation. He prevented some special magical means and at the same time, sniped at the opponent when the ninth-level enemy couldn't help but take action.
However, although his eyes were staring at the frontal battlefield, his peripheral vision drifted towards the 'friendly' camp from time to time, seeming a little absent-minded.
After a while, the change he was waiting for finally happened.
As if unable to withstand the enemy's fierce attack, several Ember Organization stranger troops, led by captains of levels above seven, suddenly began to fight and retreat in the direction of other friendly forces.
But when the friendly forces helped them block the enemy, these people suddenly flashed their eyes and launched a fatal attack on the backs of these unsuspecting companions!
However, the results of the attack were slightly different from what they thought.
Originally, under this wave of attacks, they expected to knock down at least half of them on the spot.
But the actual situation is that not even one-tenth of the number of people who are actually recruited.
At the critical moment, many high-level professionals from the Spark Organization took action directly to protect the troops who were attacked.
At the same time, several legions of the Ember Organization rebelled on the spot, killing the players who had taken on the 'secret mission', and at the same time directly wearing the badge of the Spark Organization on their backhand.
Before these players could figure out the situation, they received a system prompt.
[The resistance organization ‘Ember’ has been disbanded, and the camp’s reputation and contribution have been cleared. 】