A plan to defeat the Behemoth Clan would seem impossible. Unless they could round up every single one of the Demonic Clans, which was an impossible task in itself due to how the Demonic Clans operated.
Not even payment could sway the Demonic Clans to their side, or unless they had support from one of the larger clans like the Neverfall Clan, but even that didn't seem to be possible in the situation they were in.
There was no reason for two of the large clans to take a big hit fighting against each other, and not for a small place like the town of Flendon. While the Dark Magus wasn't in trouble or Rayna, no one expected the Neverfall Clan to make a move.
Which meant, everyone who had already learned of the attack on Flendon felt like it could only go one way, and this was the same for Brack as well.
The Mayor had left his town hall and gathered at the Northern gate, where the large army of the Behemoth Clan could be seen. There was no point staying in the hall making battle plans—the Behemoth Clan wasn't one for tactics, attacking from different sides.
Due to their large force and strength and how small Flendon was, they were just attacking from the front.
"I can't believe it," Andy said, standing on the wall, seeing the large force moving toward them. He estimated that it would take around fifteen more minutes until they all arrived at the front gate. "Did they not learn their lesson last time? We aren't so easy to take over!"
Andy bashed his shield with an almighty roar. He expected a few others to do the same, but when he turned around to look at the army Yarlston managed to rally up, they all looked heavily nervous.
In total, they managed to get 2,000 people. Most who had survived the battle from the time before, and those brave enough to fight for the city again. A thousand stood on top of the wall, while the other thousand stood below, the gates currently open, allowing them to see the army coming toward them.
"Last time, we had the Crimson Crane with us," another said.
"And the Dark Magus—it was them that managed to take out two of the pillars. Now we have to deal with two more pillars and Sha Mo himself. How is that possible?"
Even though most by the wall had managed to build up their resolve to protect the city, they were quickly losing it, especially in the face of the large enemy coming toward them.
Twenty thousand strong Pagna warriors, against two thousand mostly ordinary people, who had trained somewhat and could be called Pagna warriors, but it wasn't their day-to-day, nor did they have a clan to train them.
Among them all, on the wall, there was a man who had most of his face wrapped up. A man no one would have guessed was there.
'I thought an interesting result might come from this. I could tell from my clan's information gathering that the Behemoth Clan was making a move, so I went to the town of Flendon ahead of time.'
'I thought the Dark Magus might have already made some moves or had something in place in case this happened,' Lince thought, leader of the Lost Clan, one of the three major clans in the Demonic Faction.
'After seeing what he pulled off at the Martial Arts Tournament, I thought he was someone who would think ahead in these situations. Unless he's far more distracted with other things.'
'With how things are, I can't see any way for those in Flendon to get out of this.'
Lince was trying to figure out his way out of the situation. With his skills, he could easily escape from the area, but doing so in the middle of a fight might cause some suspicion, so if he was going to leave, he wondered if now was the best decision.
Just as Lince was ready to turn away, he heard the voice of a certain someone.
"Do you all believe in the Dark Magus?" Brack said, facing toward the enemy.
"I heard stories from a number of you guards about him. How last time he managed to pull off a miracle, and they managed to help and protect you."
"Do you believe he can do the same again?" Brack asked.
The guards looked at each other, thinking this person was a madman. Why was he even talking about the Dark Magus when the Dark Magus wasn't even here? This time and the time before were different.
"I'm not asking any of that. Do you believe if the Dark Magus were here, you could pull off another miracle!" Brack shouted again.
To this, Andy had a big smile on his face.
It was then that a certain individual was seen coming up to the top of the wall, pulling along a crate—of all people, it was Fixteen, a member of the Neverfall Clan and close friend to Dame, who had stayed in the town of Flendon.
"It was quite hard getting my hands on these, but I managed to buy a lot of them back from our customers." Fixteen then dug his hand into the crate and tossed out a bunch of pills.
Those on the ground caught them and looked at the round Qi pills, seeing the markings of DM on them.
"Those are the pills of the Dark Magus, created by him. I'm sure you all know their effects. This whole thing is simpler than you guys think," Fixteen said. "So their numbers are larger than ours—that just means each of you needs to fight ten of them. That's all. I'm sure you can all count to ten.
That's all you need to do."
It was a strange pep talk, Yarlston and Andy thought. Since the number seemed intimidating, but oddly, the others started to count to ten. They had the image in their heads of taking out one person at a time, going through them, and coming out victorious in the end.
"They're here," Brack said. "All of you, stay back for now!" Brack bent his knees and then jumped out from his position onto the sand.
He skidded ahead, at least fifty meters from where the wall was, while the army was twenty meters away from him.
Lince, seeing this, was quite baffled by the student's actions.
'You've sure changed a lot since the Martial Arts Tournament. Did the student—no, the Dark Magus—have this much effect on you?'
'It seems that not only the people of this town believe in him, but you believe in him as well,' Lince thought.
Rather than turning around, Lince decided it might be best for him to stay and at least see the outcome of everything that was going to take place.
"SHA MO!!!" Brack screamed at the top of his lungs, pouring his Qi into his vocals. "We don't have to get the whole town involved in this mess… Fight me in a duel!"
The whole army of twenty thousand warriors came to a stop. All of it was done without a single word, because Sha Mo's Qi could be felt by them all.
Just a slight change, and the army knew what to do.
Seeing Sha Mo walk out, Brack needed to be ready. This was the only card he could play, the only thing he could think of to buy some time, and he knew it wouldn't be much time.
'Don't let these people down… Dark Magus.'