Novel Full Chapter 1531: War On Glory Guild (Part 2)
Chapter 1531: War On Glory Guild (Part 2)
A guild base, especially one located in the heart of the city, was never meant to be attacked. Guild halls were usually centers of organization, places for gathering, assigning tasks, and holding meetings. At worst, they were stages for personal disputes or friendly duels when disagreements arose between members.
But a full-scale assault? That was nearly unheard of.
Especially for the larger guilds. They enjoyed the security of their reputation. No one dared to challenge them so openly, and because of this, their defenses were little more than symbolic. The Glory Guild, sitting so proudly in the city center, was woefully unprepared.
And with the element of surprise, nothing was working in their favor.
Raze had ordered his trusted allies from Pagna to strike first, cutting down the guards that stood at the entrance. His reasoning was clear. He trusted their strength, knew they would dispatch the guards in a single strike. The shock of such overwhelming power would ripple through the defenders, sowing panic before the real fight even began.
It was also intentional. A demonstration. To show Alen, the soldiers, and even the Dark Guild themselves just what his people from Pagna were capable of, how even a small number of them could wreak devastating results.
From the moment the guards fell, chaos followed.
Members of the Dark Guild rushed in from the crowd, their hands raised high, their voices echoing with chants. Waves of dark energy spilled outward as dozens cast the same spell, Dark Pulse. The air rippled with black vibrations, and the mages inside the building crumpled before they had even gathered themselves, pain flooding their bodies as the dark magic pierced through their defenses.
The grand double doors of the Glory Guild had already been split apart by Liam’s sword. Whatever enchantments had been carved into them had meant nothing. His blade, glowing with Qi, cut through as if the doors were made of paper.
Inside, the defenders scrambled to respond, but already a second wave was pressing in.
The military personnel, Alen’s handpicked force, stormed forward. They were not only skilled in individual combat but trained to fight in squads, their formations tight, their magic coordinated. Their entrance turned the guild hall into a battlefield, their discipline contrasting sharply with the panicked defense of the guild.
From the second floor, spells rained downward, streams of fire, bursts of lightning, and barriers of shimmering light. The Glory Guild had prepared the high ground, but from the shadows, something stirred.
A creature formed of pure darkness, its body stretching unnaturally thin, its arms ending in jagged blades. It lunged from the gloom, stabbing through the chest of a mage before dissolving again. One by one, defenders were dragged down, their corpses tumbling from the balcony and crashing onto the stone floor below.
Harvey moved like a man possessed, his laughter echoing across the chaos. With every step, his blade and his magic struck down another opponent. He relished it, his voice carrying above the screams and spells, driving the Dark Guild forward.
On the opposite balcony, Raze made his move.
A row of ten mages stood before him, their chants already weaving together, preparing a formation spell. Raze drew his sword to his side, and sparks of lightning snapped at his heels.
The next moment, his body flickered, vanishing in bursts of blue light. He shot from side to side, faster than the eye could follow, his blade flashing with each movement. By the time he reached the end of the balcony, all ten mages collapsed, blood spraying from their wounds, their bodies cut apart in perfect, merciless slashes.
The balcony was silent.
’We have to move fast,’ Raze thought, lowering his sword. ’Word will spread quickly. But there will be hesitation. The Grand Magus will argue amongst themselves before deciding whether to intervene. That hesitation is our chance.’
Inside the guild, the scale of the battle was clear.
The Glory Guild had thousands of members in total, spread across the city and beyond. But the base itself housed their strongest, a thousand of their top-ranked warriors, the ones who commanded and enforced orders. Those were the true targets.
Against them, Raze’s force was a fraction of their size. Five hundred Dark Guild members, two hundred soldiers from Alen’s command. By numbers alone, it should have been hopeless.
But this was no ordinary war.
The element of surprise had turned the tide. The defenders were scattered, forced into cramped spaces and isolated rooms. The Dark Guild’s unrelenting attacks and the soldiers’ disciplined strikes overwhelmed each group they encountered before they could rally.
Outside, soldiers remained stationed at the perimeter. They pushed civilians away, ushering the crowd out of danger, while forming a defensive line. If reinforcements arrived, if other Glory Guild members or even opportunistic mages tried to intervene, they would face Alen’s men first.
No one was getting in or out without passing through them.
On the first floor, one Dark Guild member had pinned a Glory Guild mage to the ground, dark energy wrapping around his legs like chains. The trapped mage writhed helplessly, his eyes wide with terror.
The Dark Mage sneered, his hand glowing with power.
“Look at you now,” he spat. “The proud Glory Guild, who looked down on us, who called us worthless trash! You tossed us aside, said our magic was nothing, yet here we are. Look who’s on the ground now!”
He pressed his palm to the man’s chest. A Dark Pulse fired point-blank, punching a hole straight through the mage’s hand. The man screamed, his voice echoing through the hall.
The Dark Mage struck again, blasting through the other hand, leaving his victim bleeding and writhing. His laughter rang out, harsh and cruel.
“We are the new order in this world! Remember this pain when you die, remember who it was that replaced you!”
He raised his hand once more, the magic already forming for another blow. But before he could strike, a gust of wind sliced through the air.
A sharp blade of wind energy cut across his throat. The Dark Mage’s body froze, then toppled backward, blood pouring from the wound.
Varkos stood over him, his expression cold, his weapon lowered.
“Don’t go too far,” he said flatly. His eyes swept the hall, settling on the others. “We are not doing this for your enjoyment.”
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