Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong Chapter 2736: 1502: Calm Before the Downpour (Part 2)

“Lord Brave, from the way they’re arrayed, it looks like they’re gearing up for a four-sided attack all at once this round.”

Having collected the freshest reports, Old Book gave a grave nod in Leo Ray’s direction.

Even though our forces had grown much stronger, Old Book, seasoned from years of clashing with the “Corrosion,” knew its dreadfulness all too well and refused to take the foe lightly.

“City Lord, we’ll stick to the strategy we outlined.”

Leo Ray gave a subtle nod, a violet glow swirling about him, as his squad of mighty comrades readied themselves for combat, gripping their Divine Stone Weapons firmly.

Of the group, the freshly equipped Moli appeared particularly enthusiastic, full of intrigue and anticipation, obviously set for a fierce showdown.

“Don’t worry, Lord Brave; we’ve got it all set.”

The Divine Stone Staff clutched by Old Nick shone with intense light, and the surrounding City Guards seemed just as primed for the clash.

In an instant, without any prior sign, the horde of “Corrosion” erupted from the ground’s depths together, with innumerable thin tentacles drifting through the sky, charging at us like a raging flood!

Facing this abrupt shift, Leo Ray unleashed his Attack Magic right away, all while drawing in a steady, profound breath.

Though the foe’s rush looked disorderly at first glance, it was in fact precisely coordinated. Every “Corrosion” kept precisely the same spacing between them, and their charging pace matched exactly.

Based on the “Seeker’s” details, this was clearly the work of the “Ruins Returner’s” control.

As the ultimate mind guiding the “Corrosion,” the “Ruins Returner” could direct every “Corrosion” like one unified body, synchronizing them perfectly, and gathering up-to-date intel via any single one—an ability that made it truly horrifying.

“From tales shared by the former City Lord, veterans who’ve battled the ‘Corrosion’ for ages knew of the ‘Ruins Returner’s’ presence, often stumbling into its schemes, but never finding a way to counter it.”

“As long as even one ‘Corrosion’ endures, the ‘Ruins Returner’ persists, so targeting the head isn’t an option since the ‘Ruins Returner’ and ‘Corrosion’ are essentially the same being.”

“On top of that, the ‘Corrosion’ multiply at an incredible rate, with numbers beyond counting. It’s tough to picture how I’d handle it if this nightmare hit our own territory.”

As thoughts swirled in Leo Ray’s head, the endless “Corrosion” had already dashed to the Fortress’s Barrier Wall like ghostly shadows.

In that moment, his robust allies stuck to basic strikes, channeling strength via Leo Ray, and held back on wielding the Divine Stone Weapons; Old Book and the City Guards followed suit.

This approach was straightforward: lure the adversaries near, then hit them with everything for the biggest impact.

It was the tactic Leo Ray and Old Book had settled on; revealing their full might too soon might prompt the “Ruins Returner” to shift plans or pull back entirely.

“City Lord, we’ll seal off their escape; time to start!”

With Leo Ray’s order, his primed powerful allies lifted their Divine Stone Weapons and fired off a volley, sending arcs of Magic Radiance streaking to the enemy’s rear lines.

Old Book directed the City Guards to swing their Divine Stone Weapons too, striking back at the oncoming “Corrosion.”

Caught off guard by our abrupt onslaught, the clustering “Corrosion” couldn’t respond fast enough and dissolved into slimy puddles, filling the walls with a foul odor.

Noticing our boosted strength, the “Corrosion” still at a distance pulled back swiftly, yet with Leo Ray and his team blocking their paths thoroughly, those fleeing ones were quickly wiped out by the Magic Radiance.

In this way, thanks to the tight teamwork between Leo Ray’s crew and Old Book’s City Guards, it wasn’t long before this batch of “Corrosion” was totally wiped out, and the survivors melted into the shadows, vanishing in a flash.

“Victory is ours! Glory to the Great Deity! Glory to Lord Brave!”

Cheers erupted along the City Wall, with numerous soldiers shedding emotional tears, hurling their Battle Helmets skyward.

“Lord Brave, the other sections have scored major wins too, and we’ve claimed a hard-fought triumph at last. The troops truly deserved this boost!”

Tears glistened in Old Book’s aged, creased eyes, aware of their prolonged siege by the “Corrosion.”

Even more vital was the fact that the city sheltered a huge populace. Should the “Corrosion” break through, it would mean total catastrophe without question.

“Corrosion”—the very word evoked terror and ruin!

“A thousand gratitudes to Lord Brave!”

Overflowing with passion, Old Book prepared to prostrate himself before Leo Ray, but was steadied by the young lord.

“No need for such gestures, old City Lord. It’s our duty as well, since it safeguards us too.”

Leo Ray offered a light smile, though inner caution lingered.

The win felt far too straightforward, and from his forecasts, the true deadly trial lay ahead.

“Endure ten days? We’re just on the second; may my guesses prove off the mark.”

Amid the festive mood, Leo Ray pondered silently.

Following that, celebrations raged in both the city and the Fortress, where Leo Ray and his allies shone as the heroes, deluged with accolades and thanks.

With ample stores of resources and water, plus areas for crops and livestock, bolstered by Spatial Magic’s use and endless fights against the “Corrosion,” shortages were never a concern.

Naturally, during the feast, the city’s defenses stayed ironclad, more than half the forces standing guard against any sudden “Corrosion” raid.

Still, as the third day’s dawn bells rang out, the expected strike never came.

What’s more, from day three through eight, Observation City and its Fortress stayed deathly still, as though the “Corrosion” had abandoned their assaults, showing no further signs.

Yet Leo Ray’s team and Old Book’s City Guards knew full well this was just the hush preceding the tempest.

The foe hadn’t surrendered, since outside links were still cut off, with no rescue in sight, nor any fixes to the Teleportation Array linking beyond.

Besides, Leo Ray, whisked to this realm, couldn’t reach his homeland’s contacts, not even the Young Family siblings.

He figured it stemmed from mismatched time flows, blocking connections with the rest.

On the eighth dawn, Leo Ray lingered at the Temple’s entrance, absorbing the soothing tolls from the tower, and scanned his surroundings.

The area stayed in constant light, blurring day and night—bells alone announced each fresh day.

Through these days, he’d slowly adapted to the endless time, learned plenty about this otherworldly plane, and built strong bonds with Old Book and the troops, though that wasn’t the key point.

Most pressing was that only two days remained of the ten; the long-gathering gale was sure to strike imminently.

True enough, right as this crossed Leo Ray’s mind, the serene, flowing bells grew sharp and insistent, heralding a mighty foe’s approach.