Dark Magus Returns

Chapter 913  All Of Raze's Past

This question that had been proposed to Raze had been asked more than once, and each time Raze had somewhat avoided it from the others.

The last time he spoke about his past, he mentioned his name, Dark Magus. He informed them of his infamous reputation in Alterian and how the enemies he wished to face were the Grand Magus, and how they might be linked to Alter and Pagna.

However, when he was pushed to go further, when Safa had asked him last time, "What did the Grand Magus do to you?" he was unable to answer.

Raze was unable to relive all of those moments. He could only remember the anger. Telling the story to himself, telling it out loud and explaining all the details… it seemed like an impossible task.

"Raze, please," Safa said. She had avoided being intrusive to Raze, but after what had happened, she had a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach.

"I don't want to lose you…" Safa said, staring firmly into Raze's eyes.

To be honest, all those watching were silently cheering her on. It had gone on too long. It had been too long for them to not understand Raze's goal.

Sure, they knew he was after the Grand Magus, but what drove him to the darkness they could all feel on the battlefield?

"I don't want to say goodbye to another brother," Safa claimed.

It was then that the serious expression on Raze's face disappeared, and it turned into a soft smile.

"Fine, you win," Raze said. "I will tell you the story of how my life was ruined by each of the five Grand Magus. How they took everything that I cared about in the world."

"My childhood, my work, my life's ambition, my colleagues, my dear loving wife…" n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

When Raze said those words, instinctively, Rayna's hands raised to her chest, but it was something she wanted to hear about as well.

"And the only other person who had supported me after I had lost everything, how they had even taken that, my dear friend Jake," Raze said.

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King Doclet and his large army were quick to move. New items were provided to his troops, and those with the new advanced weapons were named infantrymen.

Most of them were currently moving in large groups in big carriages being pulled along by horses. In front of them, there was a row of men on horses, ready to be the first line of attack.

The army must have numbered around fifty thousand or so men and women. If there was one thing the kingdoms and empires clearly had on their side over that of the Pagna warriors, it was people.

Although there were a large number of clans, and a large number of warriors, in the grand scheme of things, it was nothing compared to the general population.

"Look at all of this!" Marcel said with a large smile, his hands spread wide. "I can't wait to see the look on that filthy town's face once we bring them all in! They will marvel at our state-of-the-art army."

"Yes, exactly!" King Doclet said by his side. The two of them were riding on top of horses, centered in the middle of the large army.

Behind them, something else was being dragged along by people and animals: giant wooden ships. These ships were placed on rollers, large wooden logs allowing for them to be pulled easier on the ground.

They were also greased up with animal fat as well.

"This is going to be the first act of the kingdoms, and it's important that we play a big tribute to our advanced technology!" King Doclet said with a gleaming face. "That was why I didn't bring too large an army with us; otherwise, they would claim that we had just won this thing with numbers."

Marcel nodded along, still thinking about the special weapon that had been produced. He couldn't imagine anyone stopping it.

"We shouldn't underestimate the enemy," General Re said, wearing his red and white coat, with a metallic shoulder piece. He had one of the new long metal barrel-like weapons on his back.

"Your majesty, I think it would be best if we can end this fight by just bringing the Dark Magus in. Perhaps we can even use him to our advantage."

"Ha!" Marcel laughed, pointing a finger at the general. "Use him? What use would we have for those savages? Even those warriors fight with their bare hands! There is no need to use people like them."

"Did you not hear the reports?" General Re asked, raising an eyebrow. "My men gathered information on the battle with the Behemoth Clan."

"They say rain fell and froze the entire battlefield, large walls appeared from the ground, and thunder struck at their toes at a single whim!"

"Invisible strikes cut the necks of people from left and right, not knowing where they came from, and even the power of the sun was harnessed by this man, the one we are going over to face... the Dark Magus."

When saying his name, and recalling everything Re had heard about this man, he almost startled himself into fear.

"Haha!" Marcel started to laugh, and soon after, the king joined in with him.

"General Re, look around you. Look at our ships that have never lost in battle or even been taken over by pirates. Look at the weapons we have that have never been seen before in the world of Pagna."

"These are real things you can see in front of you," King Doclet said. "Those words you spoke of—no warriors, not even those who train their fists every day, could accomplish those things."

"It's quite clear that the city and the Dark Magus himself have spread those rumors about him. You should know it's a common tactic to do this to strike fear into one's army."

"The only thing is, if they were lying, then they should have come up with a better lie. The Dark Magus is clearly a scam!"

Up ahead, it wasn't much further until they would reach the town of Flendon.