The Martial Unity

Chapter 2687 Deceptive Strategy

Chapter 2687 Deceptive Strategy

As nervous as Consul Notera was, Consul Sergenilius was far more nervous. He needed to ensure that didn't give away the plan with his body language. Even if Notera didn't pick up on it, her Sages were far too sharp to fail to notice any anomalies in his behaviors.

The plan had already begun.

Thankfully, they hadn't noticed.

"Let's begin our negotiations with a firm affirmation..." He began, hiding his internal nervousness as well as he could.

The plan had already begun.

The biggest issue that they had was bypassing the Sages that protected the Dawnbringer. For two whole months, his faction had tried their damnedest to detect the Dawnbringer and dispatch Martial Sages to his position as soon as possible.

And each time they tried, Notera's Faction successfully intercepted any and all attempts to reach Prince Rui.

They did this simply by keeping active track of the positions of all Sages. The positions of all enemy Sages were roughly known to the Martial Faction at all times. All they needed to do was ensure that a defending Martial Sage was placed between the enemy Martial Sage and the Dawnbringer.

Thus, they could easily intercept any and all attempts to find the Dawnbringer.

Thus, the plan that the Sergenilius' Faction had come up with was remarkably sophisticated and complex.

Misdirect and draw Notera's Martial Sages away from the defense of the Dawnbringer with a meeting just like this. And more importantly, feed them powerful misinformation about the location of one of their Sages.

Consul Notera had entered the meeting with four Sages as they had agreed, and she was under the impression that Consul Sergenilius had also done the same, with four Sages clearly standing behind him. She was wrong.

He spoke to her courteously and perfunctorily, simply engaging in endless sophistry. 'I hope she doesn't notice...'

Although his eyes were fixed on Notera, his attention returned to one of the four Sages standing behind him.

A burly Martial Sage who donned more than a mere tunic, baring his scarred upper body.

A wave of tremors washed over the meeting.

The Martial Sages behind Notera froze as they recognized the power that they were faintly detecting, immediately turning to the Terrampager with a shocked expression.

BEEP BEEP BEEP!

Consul Notera's eyes widened with horror as she read through the emergency message that her comms artifact beeped with, turning to Consul Sergenilius with a bewildered gaze.

The air tingled.

It tingled with peril.

"You should have known better, Notera," Consul Sergenilius' gruesome grin was diabolical. "This was a trap indeed. But not for you..."

His grin widened.

"But for him."

"GET TO THE DAWNBRINGER IMMEDIATELY!" Consul Notera bellowed to her Martial Sages. "GO NOW!"

"IT'S TOO LATE!" Consul Sergenilius laughed in her face with euphoric delight. "YOU WILL NEVER MAKE IT IN TIME!"

RUMBLE!!!

The four Martial Sages behind shot away, only to be intercepted by Miragearther, the Silencer, and the Terrasoul, who each held back one Martial Sage. The only Martial Sage who was able to get away was Sage Kyria, who rushed towards the location that the Surveillance Corps gave her with gritted teeth.

WHOOOSH!

"Please," she clenched her fists as she surged through the Nest of Terra as fast as her limited environment allowed her to. "Please just last long enough...!"

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