Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master



William moved around, taking the monster gates as a fixed monument, and walked for a large distance around. Aside from this place, there was another one that he couldn't get closer to. And that was thanks to the dense number of dark masters guarding that area.

It was around fifty kilometres to the north of the monster gate zone. Being this far away made William suspect the leaders selected it to be out of most masters' spirit sense coverage. And with all the dense number of dark masters guarding it, he was positive it contained the leaders and top dark masters inside.

He didn't dare to approach this place again and kept scouting other areas. At some point, he also met a place that was slightly guarded by strong dark masters. They weren't that numerous in number, but they were well hidden and used high stealth techniques, ones that even his detection arrays failed to spot.

He barely got away with his life thanks to his two monstrous weapons and many grenades. If not for his fast-dash technique, he'd have fallen back there.

"The first spot is fifty kilometres to the north from the monster gate, and this one is fifty kilometres northwest from the leaders' position… Is this another base? Or a small detachment responsible for securing a way out for them?"

William leant more to the second possibility. With such a gathering of many great and dirty minds, and putting the nature of the dark masters into consideration, it was expected for them to secure a way out if things went south for them.

William saved the location of this group in his mind, decided to come later with enough high-end masters to secure this place and block any path for retreat for the dark leaders. As he kept scouting for days, he didn't find anything worthy of note.

He spent days doing this, during which he didn't receive any news from Sloth. The mission he asked the latter to do wasn't that hard, but William underestimated the current situation over there.

Once the capital was attacked and destroyed, the royal family became very vigilant and quite suspicious towards anyone. That made the atmosphere closer to the king and royal members quite heavy and hostile.

Sloth took this time to convince the leaders of the royal family of his plan, but he never expected that such a suggestion and scheme would be met by fierce resistance from many.

He didn't know who leaked the news, but many royal members declared their rejection of his suggestion. The news that he tried to keep stealth and secretive spread out, and by the sixth day, he decided to act solo.

He knew if there was any traitor, he'd be warned by now. All he said was that he had a way to save the king, and he asked for permission to meet the man. But who thought such a request would be met by a fierce rejection, a tough situation he never expected when he came back here!

He didn't want to look suspicious, but he couldn't help but believe more in William's theory. Saying that he got a way to save the king was enough to pave the path for him to be there. And yet many objected, saying that they were fearing the king's fragile health from deteriorating.

The two sides fought internally for days, while Sloth was feeling more distressed and worried. The more he watched such internal useless debates, the more he felt his kingdom wasn't as perfect as he thought before.

It was filled with many dirty-minded masters. And the most depressing fact he discovered was that many of these held high positions in the royal family and the entire kingdom.

"Screw them all! I want to see who is going to stop me from going to meet the king," Sloth had to speak with the group he carefully selected. A group of one hundred high-end masters, ones with undying loyalty to the king and kingdom followed him towards the king's tent.

The king wasn't able to even stand up and move on his own anymore. So he was carried by his guards, ending up lying in that tent since the start of this miserable war.

Sloth was someone known in the inner circle of the capital. Many masters admired him, and few got the privilege to work under his leadership or learnt from him a thing or two. So when he approached, not alone but with many celebrities and men of high power, the guards were petrified in their places, unable to do anything to stop them.

The quarrels that happened in the royal family reverberated all over the entire army. The king's guards were close by default to the place where the royal family fought among each other, so they knew better than anyone what was all this about.

Seeing the man who caused all this strife walking towards the king's tent made many unable to take a decision. Would they stop him? Or let the man who was famous for being loyal and trustworthy go and save the king?

Many stopped in their places unable to do anything, while few decided to act. Yet they weren't this suicidal to try and stand in front of his path, not when he came with a hundred of the most ferocious masters in the capital and the kingdom.

They relayed the news to the royal family, telling them what was going on here. They did that to extricate themselves from this mess, letting the sides fighting among each other handle this situation as they saw fit.

Sloth already expected that and didn't care. After watching the silly quarrels for days, he grew tired and cold of all this. William, a youngster, one who wasn't even at the dark gold grade, one who wasn't even living in the capital or got any interest from it, was risking his life to save everyone.

Sloth couldn't believe an old man like himself, one who was looked upon as the grand tutor and one of the kingdom's pillars, would stand powerless thanks to such an unrealistic situation.