The Invincible Young Master-Chapter 210 - Ambush?

Just as Lina was about to ask Reynold amore about the contents of the ominous carriages, a messenger guard approached with haste and he quickly bowed before her.

"Lady Lina, you have been called to the front," he said, his voice sharp and direct.

Lina nodded, and gave a brief bow to Reynold. "E-excuse me, Senior. I will join the others at the front."

Reynold simply nodded back.

As Lina made her way to the front of the formation, her eyes scanned the scene before her. The Elder, along with the four elite protectors, stood in a quiet circle, their robes fluttering lightly in the wind.

Around them, several formation masters, each an expert in magical arts, were chanting in a low, rhythmic beat.

Then, with a mighty pulse of energy, the barrier in front of the army began to shift. Sections of the massive dome of magic lifted, each one parting to create a wide enough gap for the entire army to pass through.

Lina stopped beside the Elder, taking her place with a solemn nod. The assembled forces, from the elite ascendants to the ascendant soldiers, watched in awe as the magic continued to unfold before their eyes.

A strange, heavy silence settled over the army. Then, without warning, a voice pierced the stillness. It wasn’t a sound that could be heard with the ears.

This voice was a deep, resonating hum that bypassed the physical and entered directly into the subconscious of every soldier present.

"O-once inside, you’ll follow my i-instructions. Otherwise, I cannot guarantee your s-safety," Lina’s voice echoed within their minds.

The impact of her words was immediate. Soldiers stiffened, their gazes shifting uneasily. The journey ahead would not be simple, and the dangers they were about to face were beyond what any of them could fully comprehend. Yet, despite the uncertainty, no one dared to question. The power of the Emperor Academy.

A horn sounded across the field, its deep blast a signal for the army to begin their march inside. The forces began to move toward the now-open gap in the barrier.

Ahead of them, there was no path, no clear road. Only the vast, dark void of the unknown. It was as if they were stepping into a void, with nothing beneath their feet but the infinite abyss.

Then, just as the first wave of soldiers hesitated, something strange happened.

At the center of the abyss, a glimmer appeared. A faint ripple, like the surface of water disturbed by a breeze. It expanded, swirling with glowing light, revealing an invisible platform beneath.

Lina, the Elder, and the Four Protectors were the first to step forward. As they did, a spiral pathway made of shimmering magic appeared around the large gap, twisting down like a staircase that led into the unknown depths.

The Elder nodded once, and with a sweep of his hand, the others followed suit.

Behind them, the three armies began to move. The soldiers stepped forward cautiously, feeling their way onto the invisible pathway, which spiraled downward into the abyss.

As they descended, the darkness around them seemed to grow thicker, the light from the barrier above growing faint and distant.

The air felt colder, as if they were no longer marching in the same world they had known. But there was no turning back.

The armies marched onward, their banners fluttering softly as they disappeared into the vast unknown, the echoes of their footsteps the only sound that accompanied them into the heart of the ruin.

Time seemed to lose its meaning as the army trudged onward through the endless darkness. The only sounds were the soft scrape of boots against the invisible path and the occasional murmur of a soldier. Their march felt like it could last an eternity.

But then, something began to change. Slowly, light pierced the darkness ahead, soft at first, like the first rays of dawn pushing through a thick cloud.

A low, angry roar broke the silence, so deep it seemed to shake the very ground beneath them.

The soldiers froze, their eyes darting around, searching for the source of the sound. And then, as their eyes adjusted to the dimming light, a horrifying sight unfolded before them.

Before them stretched a vast battlefield. The ground was littered with the bodies of the fallen, a gruesome display of death and destruction.

Some of the corpses were still twitching, their last breaths rattling out of their bodies. Others were crawling, dragging themselves across the battlefield as if desperate to reach something that was no longer there.

The sight left a bitter taste in the air, the stench of blood and decay rising with every breath. It was clear that something catastrophic had occurred here, but what? The ruins? The monsters? The magic? No one could say for sure.

"By the gods…" a voice muttered, as one soldier stepped forward, cautiously scanning the grim battlefield. His hand hovered near his sword, as if unsure of whether to draw it.

Before anyone could speak, the sound of footsteps reached their ears, a sound at first distant, but growing louder by the second.

The soldiers tensed, their hands gripping their weapons, their eyes widening in alarm. From ahead, a dark cloud seemed to form, rushing toward them like an unstoppable storm.

The distant thunderous roar grew louder, and soon, shapes began to emerge from the haze.

As they drew closer, the soldiers could make out the figures of large groups of armored soldiers, more than could be counted, charging straight toward them with weapons raised high.

"Ready yourselves!" shouted one of the commanders.

The army quickly formed ranks, taking defensive positions as they spread across the battlefield, every soldier instinctively taking their place. Spears were raised, swords drawn, and shields locked into position.

Just as the soldiers prepared to meet the oncoming wave of enemies, another sound broke the air, a sound like a low, guttural roar, this time coming from behind them.

The commanders turned in unison, their eyes scanning the horizon, and there they saw it: another large group of armored soldiers, running toward them, weapons raised, just as the first had.

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"Is this… an ambush?" muttered one of the commanders, his voice filled with disbelief.

With a quick command, the army split, half of them forming a protective line to guard the front, while the other half turned to face the rear.

The tension in the air thickened as both groups of soldiers moved in perfect synchronization, ready to face whatever was coming their way.