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-way 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 have grown much stronger, Old Book, who’s spent his life clashing with the “Corrosion,” knows its horrors all too well and refuses to take the foe lightly.

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

With a subtle nod, Leo Ray let a violet glow shimmer around him, as his squad of mighty comrades also geared up for combat, gripping their Divine Stone Weapons firmly.

In that group, the freshly equipped Moli stood out with her keen excitement, full of wonder and primed for total battle.

“Don’t worry, Lord Brave, all preparations are in place.”

The Divine Stone Staff held by Old Nick sparkled with intensity, and the surrounding City Guards appeared just as set to dive into the fray.

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

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

Though the enemy’s rush looked wild and disordered, it was truly structured. Every “Corrosion” kept precisely the same spacing between them, and their charging pace matched exactly.

Based on the “Seeker’s” details, this clearly stemmed from the “Ruins Returner’s” control.

As the ultimate mind guiding the “Corrosion,” the “Ruins Returner” treated every “Corrosion” like parts of itself, syncing them perfectly and pulling in fresh intel via any single one—a feature that made it utterly fearsome.

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

“As long as even one ‘Corrosion’ lingers, the ‘Ruins Returner’ endures, so striking the head isn’t an option since the ‘Ruins Returner’ and ‘Corrosion’ form a single whole.”

“On top of that, the ‘Corrosion’ multiply at a shocking rate, their hordes beyond counting. It’s tough to picture handling something like this back on our own turf.”

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

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

This approach made perfect sense: lure the foes in close, then hit with everything for the biggest impact.

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

“City Lord, we’ve got their escape sealed—time to strike!”

Following Leo Ray’s order, his primed powerhouses lifted their Divine Stone Weapons and fired off a storm of attacks, with bursts of Magic Radiance arcing to the enemy’s rear lines.

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

Caught off guard by our fierce onslaught, the charging “Corrosion” masses couldn’t respond fast enough and melted into slime puddles, filling the walls with a foul reek.

Noticing our boosted might, the “Corrosion” still at a distance pulled back swiftly, yet with Leo Ray and his team sealing off their paths, those fleeing ones got wiped out amid the Magic Radiance soon after.

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 wave of “Corrosion” was totally wiped out, with the survivors vanishing into the shadows and fading away fast.

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

Cheers erupted along the City Wall, and numerous troops, overcome with emotion, hurled their Battle Helmets skyward amid tears.

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

Tears glistened in Old Book’s aged, lined eyes, fully aware of their long siege under the “Corrosion.”

Even more vital, the city sheltered a huge populace. A breach by the “Corrosion” would mean total catastrophe without question.

“Corrosion”—the very name evoked dread and ruin!

“A thousand gratitudes to Lord Brave!”

Overflowing with passion, Old Book started to bow low to Leo Ray, but the latter steadied him gently.

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

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.

Soon after, celebrations lit up both the city and the Fortress, placing Leo Ray and his allies at the center, deluged in acclaim and thanks.

With ample stores of goods and water, plus spots for crops and livestock, fueled by Spatial Magic’s broad use and endless fights against the “Corrosion,” shortages weren’t a concern.

That said, during the feast, the city’s defenses stayed rock-solid, more than half the troops 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 hung in an uncanny hush, as though the “Corrosion” had abandoned their assaults, showing no further signs.

All the same, Leo Ray’s team and Old Book’s City Guards knew full well this was just the lull preceding the tempest.

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

Besides, Leo Ray, whisked to this realm, couldn’t reach comrades back home, not even the Young Family siblings.

He figured it stemmed from mismatched time flows blocking ties to the rest.

Come the eighth morning, Leo Ray lingered at the Temple’s entrance, ear tuned to the tower’s soothing bell tolls, surveying his surroundings.

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

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.

Topping his worries was the fact that only two days remained of the ten; the long-gathered gale was sure to hit any moment.

And indeed, right as Leo Ray mulled this, the once-soothing bells grew sharp and pressing, heralding a mighty foe’s approach.