The black sun hangs high

Chapter 402 The Chaos Creator

Although Hughes always behaves very gently and tries his best to avoid casualties when facing his comrades, companions and those who stand with him on the same side, this does not mean that he is a soft-hearted person.

His past experiences, his own ideological foundation, the complex memories he has accumulated, and the responsibilities he now bears determine his ultimate inclination.

In the current situation, ruthlessness, cold-bloodedness, and even violence are the true colors of Hugh's appearance.

When faced with rapidly changing situations, most people find it difficult to quickly adjust their mindset and change their thoughts. However, this was far too easy for Hugh. His mental ocean, forged through countless trials and tribulations, provided the most solid foundation, while the black mask, so closely associated with Theseus, gave Hugh a shortcut to achieve this goal.

Although Hugh still retained Baron Fiorentino's appearance, a strange quality different from the baron himself was already uncontrollably revealed in the eyes and brows of his face.

The increasingly noisy cries of the Yasaru flock in the sky, along with the terrifying shrieks of the three Atmir Moonbringers, served as a signal for Hugh to take the next step.

At this moment, the power that had been forced to hide ever since Hugh stepped into the territory of Saint Steel erupted suddenly in the streets of Watchtower City.

Just as a raging flood burst through a dam and surged towards the plains downstream, the icy magic accumulated within their bodies began to exert its power unchecked. The illusions created by the Roots of Fate transformed into gloomy and malevolent whispers, drilling into the minds of everyone present. They began to rapidly transmit various hints to all the Sharp-Beaked Owl soldiers and constantly interfered with the magical states of the Black Sun Society spellcasters.

At the same time, the raging rat, now imbued with magic, finally managed to resist its innate fear of the Artmirs. Its fur stood on end, and the enormous horn on its head, a symbol of the Earth Mother's grace, emitted a faint green light.

Its three long, barbed tails swung violently, easily piercing two Black Sun Society members who were nearby. Before they could struggle, the deadly poison had already been injected into their bodies through the barbs, completely suffocating them.

After the slaughter began, the running rats immediately let out two sharp screechs, and the Ernst family rat swarm, which had been almost completely asleep, was awakened at this moment. These magical rats, directly commanded by the family's will, began to pour out from all directions.

Although the suppression and interference caused by the Black Sun Ritual still exist, these rat swarms can still unleash an astonishing effect when there is no need to worry about concealment.

The Bernhardt family and their relatives are very experienced. They know very well that they do not need to provide too much support to Hugh on the front lines. Their real goal at this moment should be the surrounding area—just as Hugh planned, to use every means to plunge the entire Watchtower into chaos in the shortest possible time, turning every street, every square and every important location into a battlefield!
Meanwhile, the Mirror Messenger, who appeared not far from Hugh, took away a large amount of magical support from Hugh.

The Mirror Messenger, who had always served as Hugh's stand-in and "scapegoat," has finally ushered in his "moment of glory."

As magic rapidly flowed in, the Mirror Messenger had become the real "Shug Ernst".

Amidst this terrifying chaos, many of the more lucid members of the Black Sun Society were horrified to discover that the most wanted criminal the Black Sun Society had been pursuing had actually appeared right before them. He leaned on his cold cane, wearing a Black Sun Society cloak that had been stolen from somewhere, and wore a wild smile of triumph. With a slight lift of his arm, jet-black tentacles swept out, instantly sending two soldiers flying.

All indications suggest that Krzlov's meticulously prepared plan has achieved its intended effect.

This dangerous cancer that had been hiding in Saint Steel could no longer remain hidden, and its action was to openly launch a large-scale attack on the Black Sun Society!

After a brief struggle and effort, several highly skilled Black Sun Society mages had recovered from the illusion. They then saw that the valiant Baron Fiorlando had led the surrounding Sharp-Beaked Owl soldiers into the battle against "Shug Ernst".

Magic erupted, bullets flew, blood steamed under the chaotic magic, and limbs and torsos were easily torn apart.

As rumored within the Black Sun Society, Hugh Ernst possessed terrifying power originating from the ancient gods, a power that ordinary mages and soldiers could not contend with. Thus, these powerful members of the society immediately took action, preparing to lend a helping hand to Baron Fiorlando, who was embroiled in a fierce battle.

But at that moment, the three Atmir Moon Sigils that had been circling above the street had locked onto their target.

The predatory instinct inherited from the Moon Eagle has taken over their thinking. It is an absolute instinct deeply ingrained in their bodies and blood. It is the original mission given to them by the Lord of the Sky, and its meaning and priority outweigh everything else!
Driven by this motivation, they simply cannot ignore the vibrant scent right under their noses. Moreover, this scent represents more than just prey and food. What infuriates the Artmirs is that within this unique scent of "food," there is also a glaring trace of something that once offended all the gods and tried to expel them all!

So they launched a merciless attack on those below.

The houses on both sides of the street were the first to suffer a literal "catastrophe." Under the crushing weight of the massive Artmirs, the roofs, made of brick and wood, collapsed in an instant. Then, this unimaginable pressure descended upon the walls and everything inside the houses.

The massive bodies of the Atmirs already contained abundant blessings from the Moonhawks, and as they fell fiercely, these powers became like sharp razors, cutting the already chaotic magic in the environment into scattered fragments.

The illusion of the roots of destiny that enveloped this area shattered in an instant. A considerable number of roots even collapsed into primordial magic under the violent intervention of this external force. Thus, these intelligent roots immediately abandoned their maintenance of the illusion. They quickly dissipated on their own and returned to the interior of Shug's spiritual world.

Meanwhile, Hugh, who was engaged in a life-or-death struggle with the messengers in the mirror, also felt the astonishing pressure brought by Artmir and his companions. As they arrived, the metal disc that had been running extremely smoothly during this time began to spin rapidly. Warning signs echoed in Hugh's mind, and in response, his mental ocean became turbulent.

The raging rat's attacks on the Black Sun Society members had ceased, not because it was intercepted by the Black Sun Society mages, but because its figure had been shrouded in the shadow cast by the giant eagle's wings, and the fear it had finally managed to drive away had returned.

It let out a sharp screech, turned around, and charged towards the Black Sun Society members not far away. With its agility and speed, the running rat forcefully created a gap in the crowd.

Before these sorcerers could react, an even more terrifying scene unfolded.

An indescribably massive shadow rolled over the scattered debris and fragments. Although the Atmir Eagles belonged to the sky, that did not mean they would lose their power on the ground.

Faced with the indiscriminate crushing power of this behemoth, the members of the Black Sun Society reacted immediately. They gathered together and attempted to work together to construct a spell that could protect everyone nearby. However, as the Artmirs approached, these elite mages immediately let out desperate screams—the Artmirs' feathers naturally possessed the property of interfering with and destroying magical structures. Their protective spell, barely formed, instantly collapsed into chaotic dust.

Then, the enormous, heavy talons swept across, and several elite members of the society who should have been playing their roles in other fields perished on the spot. Under the weight of the giant eagle, the bodies of these dead even fused together on the spot, never to be separated again.

On the other side, Hugh, who still retained the appearance of Baron Fiorento, was surrounded by two more Atmir Eagles. In the chaos, he and the Mirror Messenger began to flee in different directions, taking the chaos, which was originally confined to one block, to other corners of Watchtower City.

In an instant, the magical environment, which had been silent under the influence of the Black Sun Ritual, returned to a state of agitation. Various magical warnings flew into the sky, and various personnel began to be mobilized urgently. Flocks of Azhar birds circled in the sky, eager to rush into the chaotic city to prey on the magical rats that looked so delicious. However, they could not ignore the magical rituals of the Black Sun Society like the Artmirs. They could only continue to emit harsh shrieks in the air, making the already chaotic scene even more eerie.

……

It wasn't just the Black Sun Society outposts in the surrounding area that were able to successfully detect the unrest in Watch City.

In recent days, the combined forces, which have crossed the Isa River and begun building forward positions, have also been attempting to send elite troops to infiltrate the borders of Saint-St.

The process was not smooth, as the numerous measures taken by the Black Sun Society cost both the Dawn Sword and the Legal Committee considerable time and effort, with many ordinary soldiers from various countries who had voluntarily joined the Dawn Sword sacrificing their lives.

But these sacrifices and efforts were not in vain. Through repeated probing, a small number of reconnaissance teams finally completed the initial infiltration work. Although they were unable to penetrate as deeply as Hugh and others into the surrounding areas of Watchtower, they successfully established outposts and strongholds in some delicate peripheral locations.

Just as Hugh envisioned before taking action.

As a result of the chain reaction caused by his series of actions, the large-scale isolation ritual set up by the Black Sun Society on Watchtower was severely impacted, which also brought the previously hidden Yasaru flock and the Atmir giant eagle into the view of outside observers!
"Quickly! Notify the rear!"

As the infiltrators remaining in these strongholds began using secret devices to transmit vital intelligence despite the risk of exposure, Virin, who was in the Rock Lake Mine, also stepped out of her study.

She stared wide-eyed at the magical warnings floating and drifting in the sky, momentarily speechless.

Needless to say, this chaotic scene must be the work of someone, yet Hugh still hasn't given any signals in the direction of the Rock Lake Mine, which makes Verine very nervous.

There was even some disappointment and anger.

The reason for her disappointment was simple: Vera didn't want Hugh to always achieve his goals through one adventure after another.

The reason for his anger was simple: judging from the level of turmoil in Watchtower, Hughes was not just taking a risk this time; he seemed to be going mad.

But at that moment, the magical mouse she was holding in her hands suddenly trembled, and then Countess Alexandra's will took over the mouse's body.

Then, urgent words entered Verin's mind through magic: "Execute the original plan! Bombard all designated targets and activate the arcane ritual!"

Before Verine could react, Countess Alexandra continued, "Note that the ritual does not need to be maintained for too long. After creating a magical impact on the surrounding area, the ritual can be stopped and everyone can be organized to evacuate... Miss Verine, this task is now in your hands. He wants you to lead everyone in the mine to the direction of Outpost No. 8."

Upon hearing these words, Weilin's expression changed drastically twice in a short period of time, but she ultimately made a decision and, through a ritual pre-arranged in the study, issued her orders to the temporary artillery positions in the Rock Lake Mine.

Just as Veraine was about to begin the ritual, Countess Alexandra's voice rang out again.

This time, her voice was much gentler.

"Miss Weilin, here is a message he brought to you."

Wei Lin paused in her movements, remained silent for a few seconds, and finally sighed softly, "Please speak."

So the Countess cleared her throat and directly imitated Hugh's tone.

“I know you might be a little angry, but I don’t want you to put yourself in danger because of this… Just do as I say, complete the plan and get out. I assure you, I’m confident I can escape from that damn city. I’m an ‘expert’ in this area.”

"One more thing, before you leave, don't forget to visit my room. There's a big water bottle in my suitcase, take it with you."

"That little gadget inside might keep you in touch with me... If she calls you 'mother,' just smile."

Even in such a tense moment, Violet couldn't help but open her mouth in surprise upon hearing these words.

(End of this chapter)