NOVGO.NET Chapter 1140: Moving Out
Chapter 1140: Moving Out
“Heh. Graceful and tender elf? You? I can’t believe I allowed myself to think such nonsense was true. You carry more bite than your cheeky daughter; you’re just too good at hiding it. But you are right, boiled dumpling mother-in-law of mine. Let’s go.”
Sylvaris opened her previously closed eyes into narrow slits, staring at Quinlan with immense amounts of scorn. The soft moonlight in her gaze was replaced with the disapproval of a mother-in-law.
“Lady Luminara has her work cut out for her…” she muttered under her breath with a pitying sigh.
Quinlan just chuckled, brushing it off with the ease of a man who was far too used to being called a rude bastard.
But Sylvaris was right. It was not the time for jokes. He was in an active warzone, and they just decided to no longer be overly arrogant or commit stupid mistakes.
Truth be told, Quinlan only took a breather because he could afford to, not because he was careless. He saw the opportunity to relax for a second, and he did just that, letting his overworked primordial brain get some stimulus.
But in the next moment, any such thoughts left his mind.
Break time was over.
His voice rang through the minds of his women and allies.
To help some of the farther ones or those in danger get here quickly and safely, Quinlan snapped his fingers, and the air around him shivered. Warp gates opened, one after the other—one at a time, due to the limitations of the spell. From their violet swirls, women stepped through. Some calm and poised, others drenched in blood. The rest sprinted from the battlefield, dashing back toward him.
He let his gaze sweep over them. Dozens of women, warriors in every shape and style, standing as his assembled force. These were not just his wives and closest companions, but also all members of Kaelira’s team.
Quinlan did not waste time. “Our strategy worked greatly while Miss Mama Elf had mana to burn, but she’s already gone through three mana elixirs, and as you can see, she is spent. We leaned on her firepower and my earth manipulation, using the combination to rain down destruction on our enemies from afar. We forced them to react, to give chase like mad dogs. But, as already said, she’s spent. So…” his lips curled into a feral grin, “… it’s time we shift gears. We move together.”
Before they could reply, a thunderous bang roared through the chaos. Quinlan’s head turned toward the source.
Raika.
The woman was a dark blur in the battlefield as she traded hits with Fujimori soldiers. Blood poured freely down her muscular arms, though her stance remained unshaken even as she took damage, which the Brutalizer followed up by carving through enemies with animalistic fury.
Quinlan wasn’t happy. “Damn… Why did she not come back when I called everyone?” He then briefly glanced at Serika with an unsaid question in his eyes, which said, ‘Serika, did you not tell her?’
Serika didn’t look appreciative of his question. “Of course I did, I wouldn’t commit such a rookie mistake as leaving an ally accidentally behind. She simply refused to obey your call.”
“… Right. Sorry.”
The tanned bombshell sent him a smile of support, winking with her gorgeous green eyes. “I know. It’s stressful for the general when their soldiers don’t listen, been there, done that.”
Quinlan returned the smile appreciatively. It was a blessing to have such an understanding lover by his side. He was starting to understand why his father always said that experienced women are where it’s at.
“But still… How troublesome.”
Vex giggled as soon as he said the words. “Oh, Hubby, you seem surprised for some odd reason. Didn’t I tell you? That cavewoman will never listen to someone she deems beneath her. You might’ve taken some wins, but you never broke her. She never admitted defeat, immediately demanding a rematch. So she won’t follow your orders.”
Quinlan couldn’t help but groan tiredly. “Why do I fancy the crazies? Perverts, lunatics, cavewomen… There’s something wrong with me.”
He glanced sideways at his wives, hoping for sympathy.
Instead, every single one of them stared back with looks colder than an arctic gale. Entirely unimpressed.
Quinlan coughed into his hand.
“Alright. The shift in our strategy is simple. We’re out of our main artillery, so we will form a military unit together and support each other. With two healers, two tankers, and an enchanter, our chances of avoiding fatalities should be increased so long as we don’t take unneeded risks.”
Ayame was quick to agree. “Everyone should do what they can without going overboard. We do not need heroes.”
Vex also spoke with utmost seriousness. “That glaive guy and a few more elites are still running around; we have to remain vigilant at all times. Be ready for changes on the battlefield, we might have to reposition again. I suggest we go toward Raika first. If an elite attacks, she will take the first few punches for us in the face, our supporters and tankers will have enough time to react while she’s getting her ass beaten.”
The Hexwitch’s words earned her more than a few wry looks. The sheer bluntness with which she spoke about her fellow disciple—someone she’d lived and fought alongside for over a century—made a few brows twitch. But no one argued.
Because she wasn’t wrong.
Raika was a beast in human skin. The woman could take punishment that would fold most elites in half and still keep swinging. If anyone had to eat a surprise strike from that glaive bastard or others of his level, she was the best option.
Lyra and Kaelira were tankers, yes, but their strength came partly from preparation. When they had time to throw up barriers or cast their defensive spells, they were walls no enemy could casually break through. But a blindsided attack, especially from someone who out-leveled them so badly? That would carve straight through their defenses. Raika was different. She didn’t need preparation because she was much closer to the peak fighters in terms of levels. And, also because she was raw muscle and bloody resilience wrapped into one furious package.
“Alright,” Quinlan agreed. “We move.”
The treeline, which served as their shroud of safety a mile away from the battlefront, no longer mattered the moment Quinlan stepped out. He raised a hand, flashing his wives and allies the familiar signal: two fingers curled and parted in a lazy ‘peace.’ A gesture that meant ‘I’ll take the wide field, don’t follow.’
No further words were needed. They all knew the routine. Quinlan’s fighting style thrived in chaos, in open swathes of space where his area-of-effect spells could breathe. Trying to wedge that into their tight defensive formation would only suffocate them all.
He slipped into the ground without sound, making the soil part like water around him, swallowing him whole. The others would move toward Raika, keeping formation tight.
He, however, plunged deeper, riding the cool density of the earth itself until the sound of battle above became a muted rumble.
Down there, everything was pitch dark. But Quinlan didn’t need eyes. He reached out with his earth manipulation, not so much moving the ground as listening to it.
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