Chapter 502
Chapter 502: 502
Bumper straightened sharply and looked past him.
More crates were coming.There were too many of them.
Lines of them, stretching back like a supply train. Soldiers moved with urgency now, unloading, stacking, guarding.
"Where..." Bumper’s voice came out rough. "Where did you get this many?"
"Leftovers from Nevan," the man said. "Prince Reign was careless. The rest came from the Eastern region."
Bumper’s jaw tightened. His mind raced through numbers, logistics, and training.
"Our craftsmen are already working on them," the man continued. "Cleaning, fixing, making ammo. Supplies won’t be a problem."
Bumper did not relax.
"Our soldiers aren’t used to this," he said quietly. "Guns change how men fight.We need some time to practice but will these fuckers even let us."
The man chuckled.
"Why do you think these arrived so late?" he asked. "They’ve been training. Quietly."
Bumper closed his eyes for a moment and smirked,"I understand."
"Hahahaha!"
"Finally!"
.......
Far away, in the Nightstar camp, unease crawled like ants beneath the skin.
Officers leaned over trench edges, eyes scanning the battlefield.
The Heizen lines were pulling back.
"Are they retreating again?" someone asked.
"No," another replied. "The retreat was too sudden."
"Trap?"
"Likely."
They waited.
A soldier near the rear rubbed his arms.
"Is it getting colder?" he asked.
Another scoffed. "We’re by the sea. It’s summer."
A soft sound interrupted them.
Tap.
Tap.
White flakes landed on dark armor.
"....
"Snow."
A brief pause lingered in the air
Before anyone could speak, the ground groaned.
Walls of ice burst upward, towering and jagged. Spears of frozen snow tore through the air, slamming into trenches and shields. Ice spikes erupted beneath boots, tossing men aside.
"Fire!" someone screamed.
Gunshots cracked the air.
Bullets slammed into ice and shattered uselessly. The snow walls absorbed the impact, swelling thicker.
A Nightstar soldier leaned out and fired again but before he could pull the trigger,a banging sound echoed.
He jerked backward and fell without getting the chance to scream.
Just a dull thud.
Another soldier dragged him back, hands slipping on blood.
His head burst out like a watermelon.
While another one shot back with a clean hole punched over his head.
For half a second, no one breathed.
Then bullets came back at them.
Nightstar soldiers screamed as rounds tore through armor and flesh. Snow spears followed, pinning men to the ground. Ice walls shifted, opening gaps for more gunfire.
WHOOSH!
A heavy storm of snow erupted out of nowhere that changed the entire climate.
"Ahhh...Hisss.So cold.."
"What the hellllll!"
"I am freezinggggg!"
The battlefield turned into chaos.
Smoke mixed with snow. Blood steamed on frozen ground. Orders were shouted, lost, screamed again.
At the Heizen side, Bumper lowered his binoculars.
His hands were trembling.
Not with fear.
With relief.
"They’re breaking apart," he whispered.
Beside him stood the Ice Elf. Snow drifted lazily around her, untouched by blood or smoke. Her expression was calm, almost distant, but her eyes were sharp.
Bumper turned and bowed his head.
"Thank you Miss Iris," he said. "Without you—"
She cut him off gently.
"This is not charity," she said.
"We aren’t helping out of kind intentions.."
Her gaze followed the falling Nightstar soldiers.
"It’s because of vengeance."
Bumper nodded.
On the battlefield, the sound of guns and ice swallowed everything else.
...
Far away, inside Nightstar’s stronghold, a very different scene was unfolding.
A man sat lazily on a throne, one leg crossed over the other. His appearance was gaudy and his expression look bored.
King Rein.
Before him stood several figures, gathered in the grand hall.
"I... see," Rein muttered, tapping his fingers on the armrest. "So they lost, huh?"
He looked at the group standing below him and shook his head.
"Useless," he said flatly. "You all are truly useless."
A sharp voice answered him immediately.
"As if you are so great," one of them snapped, folding his arms. "Don’t think you reign supreme on your own. Without us, you wouldn’t even be sitting there, King Rein."
The hall fell silent.
Rein’s face stiffened. Thick veins bulged on his forehead as rage surged through him.
He gripped the armrest of his throne.
A suffocating aura burst outward.
CRACK!
The stone floor beneath his feet split apart, spreading cracks across the hall.
"Instead of talking back to me," Rein growled, "you should look at yourselves and understand where things went wrong, you stupid bastards."
"So now we’re bastards?" a masked man said calmly.
An eerie smile curved beneath his mask as he released his own pressure. The air grew heavy again, clashing with Rein’s aura.
Just then—
"Enough!"
A sharp voice rang out.
Adele stepped forward and slammed the tip of her sword against the ground.
CLANG!
The sound echoed through the hall, forcing both sides to stop.
"Instead of bickering like fools," Adele said coldly, "we should think about our next course of action."
Her gaze swept over everyone present.
"The Eastern region was our trump card," she continued. "Now that it failed, we need other means."
Her words carried weight. One by one, the others backed down, lowering their pressure.
All except the masked man.
His expression remained dark.
The Eastern region had not simply failed.
He could feel it.
The portal had emerged. He had sensed it clearly. The abyssal presence had stirred.
So why had the creatures not poured out?
Why had the army not descended?
Did they seal it again?
Did they place spatial barriers?
But that alone should not have been enough.
The question gnawed at his mind, deepening his frown.
At that moment, a messenger quietly approached and whispered something into Rein’s ear.
Rein nodded once.
"Leave," he told the messenger.
After the man retreated, Rein stood up slowly and looked around the hall.
"They have started counterattacking," he said in a deadpan voice. "With no need to guard the Eastern region anymore, they are going all out."
The room grew tense.
Rein continued, his eyes narrowing.
"The Ice Elves have also joined the fray," he added. "They are attacking us at full force."
Silence followed.
Everyone understood what that meant.
The tide of war was beginning to turn.