Building An Empire Starting From The Labor Camp In Exile-Chapter 314: Screamed I

It was a scream without any sound. An invisible wave that made the air twist and shiver came out of his mouth. The wave blasted the storm in front of him off, and when it slammed into Slya’s ship shield, it snapped.

"Attack them!" Bjarke shouted, and then he fell from the storm like a stone. He hit the ground and sank into the sand as if it were water.

A long line ripple ran on the surface of the sand as Bjarke made his escape, leaving his men behind.

Slya had much fun in fighting and taking care of the rest.

"We have found no signs of the leader, Captain."

"So he made his escape. Very well, continue searching, but also be on guard. We don’t know which attack might come next."

"Be quick. Loot the bodies quickly, and let’s take to the air. We have to get out of here. Don’t forget that we still have our mission."

"A shame that the same idea won’t work twice, or we could just pretend to be repairing again!"

And like she ordered, they were quick about it, and immediately their ship began to fly again. This time Slya changed shield again. The shield this time was a purple one. Its main function, though, was to shield against spying.

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Eirikr’s attention was now fully focused on the abnormality that was the one hundred forces that had entered his territory. At first, they were like annoying insects, but now he was finding out that they were actually scorpions with wings.

"Even Bjarke had to run?" Eirikr smiled at that because he now had leverage over his son, but more than that, he found little amusement from the whole thing. He hated when things didn’t go as he planned.

When something that wasn’t part of his plan suddenly appeared.

"They weren’t supposed to be here. The Soryu Clan should be panicking. They should be on the defensive, with anxiety eating them raw. So why’s there a ship that has wiped out two units of storm devils doing here?"

"Even Bjarke." Eirikr snorted without a hint of a smile. Bjarke wasn’t weak. All his children that survived to adulthood could never be weak.

"They’re just stronger. I never heard of such force before from the Soryu. Something they just created?"

Just then, the ship that he had been monitoring, that his presence was on, suddenly vanished.

Eirikr sat up. "They can even hide from my gaze. Alright, this is getting ridiculous."

His eyes went dim as he began to fire orders. Soon, he would know what their deal was. But at the same time, he shifted his gaze to a great wall that was stopping the ever-expansion of his desert. "I think it’s time to finally start this show."

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It’s been three days since the bind Sky went for their mission, and Atrox decided not to return to his capital for now. It was noon, and he stood at the top of the wall at the edge and stared at the dry ground over the side.

He stood together with Tiber and Eryndor.

"Are you worried about her?" Tiber asked.

"Are you not?" Atrox asked.

"Not really," Tiber shook his head. "At the very least, I know that she’s going to return alive. But if she could accomplish the mission? That’s another matter entirely."

Atrox grunted. "I am not worried about her for now as well. I did give her a strong weapon. What I’m worried about is when this bastard’s going to start.

"My army’s worried sick already. At this point, he’s just playing with us."

Tiber nodded in agreement. "Maybe Slya will bring us something... what’s that?"

Atrox’s eyes zeroed in at once. Far in the distance, a wave was fast approaching. At first, it looked like the sea had been directly transported right there, but as it crept closer at an incredible speed, they saw what it truly was.

It was sand. A sand wave was blasting towards them as if they were standing at the shore of a sea.

The surprise was felt at the same time, but at the same time came the relief. Things were finally happening. The war had started.

All along the walls, alarms began to blare, and the wall flashed a deep red of warning. The enchanted tools set in place, some as big as a ship, roared to life.

Commander Petel’s voice began to echo all around. "Hands on the wall! Be ready to direct the enchanted tools. Once sighted, fire without holding back on the enemy!"

The wall began to pulse with power. Different points of light flashed, and the shield activated.

This was the first time that Atrox would be seeing the shield. A faint blue light extended above the wall and continued to grow upward in translucency.

"It’s coming faster, my lord. You need to get out of here as soon as possible. You should not be here," Eryndor said.

"The shield is strong. I give you permission to get me out of here when things turn dangerous."

Finally, the waves reached the shield and collided with it. The faint blue light of the shield flared to a deep blue when the collision happened, but the shield barely rippled for all the force that the sand waves created.

Atrox narrowed his eyes. "Just how strong is a Grandmaster?"

Tiber shook his head. "Very strong, apparently, because it was said he broke the shield with one attack."

"It might be his strongest attack," Eryndor pointed out.

They were talking like this before they soon got tired of the sand waves. It simply became boring. Nothing spectacular or special happened. There wasn’t even an enemy they could point their sword at.

Maybe they were inside the sand, but the only thing the sand ever did was bash the wall. But Commander Petel still ordered the highest surveillance on it because it might, must be, a distraction from the attack of the main army.

The wall was filled with soldiers solemnly going about their work and enchantresses at various points checking the workings of the formations.