Path To Godhood Begins With Marrying Wife And Gaining SSS Rank Skill Chapter 640:We Need To Finish Him Off

Acker returned to the Xylos military camp in an extremely miserable state while several Divine Knights followed closely behind him with equally grim expressions, and the moment the guards stationed outside saw blood covering his armor and cracks running across his weapon, they immediately realized that something terrible had happened on the battlefield.

The news spread quickly throughout the camp.

Before long, Acker entered the main command barracks where several high-ranking commanders and Saint Realm experts were already gathered around a large strategy table covered with maps and reports.

The moment they saw him walk in, many of them frowned.

One elderly commander stood up immediately.

"Acker."

"What happened?"

"You failed the mission?"

Another Saint narrowed his eyes after noticing the blood still dripping from Acker's arm.

"You are even injured."

"Who managed to push you into such a state?"

Acker remained silent for a few moments.

He slowly removed his damaged gauntlet and threw it onto the table.

CLANG!

The metal struck the surface heavily.

"That man..."

His voice was unusually serious.

"He can't be a Divine Knight."

The people inside the barracks exchanged confused glances.

One commander frowned."What are you talking about?"

Acker clenched his fists tightly.

"I am sure of it.He is hiding his true strength for some goddamned reason."

"And he is dangerous."

His words immediately made the atmosphere inside the room heavier.

Another Saint leaned forward.

"You mean Marquise Ethan?"

Acker nodded without hesitation.

"Out of everyone out there…He might be the most dangerous individual on that battlefield."

His expression slowly darkened as memories of the battle replayed inside his mind.

"I can feel it in my bones."

"Don't be deceived by his appearance."

He looked around at everyone present before speaking in a cold voice.

"That pretty fucking face is hiding a monster inside."

Silence spread throughout the room.

No one interrupted him.Because they could all hear the seriousness in his tone.

After taking a deep breath, Acker continued.

"I need to warn everyone."

"Such a troublesome guy should be eliminated as soon as possible."

His gaze became sharper.

"Talent..."

"I have seen many talented people during my lifetime."

"I have fought prodigies."

"I have watched geniuses rise and fall."

"But since when has there ever been someone below one hundred years of age who could rival a Saint?"

His voice gradually became heavier.

"This has always been impossible."

"And it should always remain impossible."

He slammed his fist onto the strategy table.

BANG!

The maps jumped from the impact.

"It doesn't make sense."

"Advancing through realms isn't only about talent and potential.There are many other things a person needs."

"Experience."

"Resources."

"Time."

"Understanding."

"No matter how gifted someone is, there are limits."

His eyes slowly narrowed.

"And yet..."

"He crossed those limits."

Several commanders fell into deep thought.

One of them finally asked in a low voice.

"Are you absolutely certain?"

Acker immediately answered.

"I fought him myself."

"I know exactly what I felt."

"I am not mistaken."

His expression became colder than ever.

"No matter what."

"He cannot be allowed to live."

"Because if someone like that is allowed to continue growing..."

He paused briefly before finishing his sentence.

"Then who knows how terrifying that monster will become in the future."

...

"Achho!"

Ethan suddenly sneezed and instinctively rubbed his nose while still riding his horse at the front of the marching formation.

Barely a second later...

"Achho!"

He sneezed again.

Ethan frowned and muttered under his breath.

"Damn."

"Which bastard is talking bad behind my back?"

Randall, who was riding beside him, immediately let out a scoff and rolled his eyes.

"You are so big, yet you still believe all this bullshit."

Ethan slowly turned his head toward him.

A strange smile appeared on his face.

"Oh?"

"Do you want me to reveal all those bullshit things you used to do before chasing skirts?"

"Cough!"

Randall almost choked on his own breath after hearing those words, and for a brief moment he nearly slipped off his horse before quickly grabbing the reins to steady himself.

His face stiffened instantly.

He slowly turned away and put on a cold expression as if nothing had happened.

The reaction only made Noel and the nearby knights burst into laughter.

Even a few soldiers marching behind them failed to hold back their smiles.

Randall simply snorted.

"Hmph."

He refused to say another word.

The small moment of humor briefly eased the tension hanging over the army before everyone returned their attention to the road ahead.

The march continued without stopping.

The army steadily advanced along its assigned route while repeatedly breaking through several pincer attacks launched by the enemy.

Although losses continued to accumulate after every engagement, the main force remained remarkably steadfast and did not lose many high-ranking experts.

Their formation stayed disciplined and the morale remained stable.

The enemy had failed to shake the core of the Arcadian army.

According to the latest reports, they were now only a few miles away from finally leaving the narrow gorge behind.

Once they crossed it completely, they would arrive near the path leading into the neighboring region.

That route was the key to the entire campaign.

Earlier, Haster had personally explained the strategy to Ethan.

The plan was to cut through this route, emerge behind the allied forces, and launch a surprise attack directly against their rear.

If successful, the operation would deal a devastating blow to the plans of the Four Great Empires and could even force them into a full retreat.

However...

The entire strategy depended on victory.

Ethan had naturally voiced this concern when the plan was first revealed.

What if the attack failed?

What if they could not inflict enough damage?

Haster had already considered that possibility.

If they failed to cause significant destruction, the army would immediately withdraw and disperse before becoming trapped.

That was one of the main reasons they had chosen this difficult path through the gorge.

The terrain itself would provide opportunities to escape.

Likewise, the allied forces would not dare split their armies recklessly in order to pursue them.

If they did, the main Arcadian force waiting elsewhere would seize the opportunity and strike them hard.

After hearing that explanation, Ethan had to admit that the strategy was feasible.

Everything seemed to be progressing according to plan.

The army continued moving forward.

The commanders maintained order.

The supply lines remained secure.

Even after several battles, confidence within the ranks slowly grew.

It truly looked as though things were finally beginning to go in Arcadia's favor.

Until...

A sudden betrayal threw everything into complete chaos.