The Villain Professor's Second Chance

Chapter 182: The Disguising Beastmaster



Chapter 182: The Disguising Beastmaster

Garren nodded, his expression resolute. "Yes, my lord." He turned to the knights, his voice carrying authority as he barked orders. "Form up! We move out in two minutes. Check your weapons, tend to your wounds if necessary, and be ready for whatever lies ahead."

As the knights moved to obey, Alfred approached me, his movements as silent as ever. His keen eyes swept the room, assessing the situation with the detached efficiency that had made him indispensable in countless missions.

"Impressive display, my lord," Alfred remarked, his voice calm as he sheathed his daggers. "The summoned creatures were particularly effective."

"They served their purpose," I replied, my tone cold and matter-of-fact. "But this is only the beginning. The deeper we go, the more resistance we'll encounter."

"Indeed," Alfred agreed, his gaze sharp. "But if I may, my lord, I noticed something unusual during the battle."

I turned my attention to him, my interest piqued. Alfred was not one to speak unless he had something of significance to say. "Go on."

"One of the knights," Alfred began, his voice lowered, though there was no one within earshot who could overhear. "I sensed a presence about them—something not quite… human."

I narrowed my eyes, considering his words. Alfred's senses were exceptionally keen, honed through years of training and experience. If he had noticed something, it was worth investigating. "Which knight?"

He gestured subtly to a figure standing near the back of the group, her armor gleaming faintly in the dim light. The knight in question was taller than most of the others, her posture slightly more relaxed despite the recent battle. It was a stance that spoke of someone accustomed to hiding in plain sight, of blending in without drawing attention.

I observed the knight closely, allowing my senses to extend outward, probing the aura that surrounded her. It didn't take long for me to recognize the subtle, familiar presence—one that I had encountered before, though never in this context.

"Sylara," I murmured, a faint smile tugging at the corner of my lips. "Of course."

Alfred's eyebrows raised ever so slightly, a rare display of surprise. "Sylara? The chimera master? What is she doing here?"

"An excellent question," I replied, my mind already piecing together the possibilities. "She must have decided to join the fray personally, though why she chose to disguise herself as one of my knights is something I intend to find out."

Without further ado, I approached the knight, my footsteps silent as I drew closer. She noticed my approach and stiffened slightly, though she made no move to flee or reveal herself. It was only when I was directly in front of her that I spoke.

"Sylara," I said, my voice low and measured. "You can drop the disguise."

The knight hesitated for a brief moment before her form began to shimmer and distort. The illusion faded away, revealing Sylara in her true form. She was dressed in light armor, designed for mobility rather than protection, and her piercing blue eyes met mine with a mixture of defiance and curiosity.

"Draven," she greeted me, her voice as cool and composed as ever. "I see my disguise wasn't as convincing as I'd hoped."

"Convincing enough for most," I replied, a hint of amusement in my tone. "But not for Alfred."

Sylara glanced at Alfred, who gave her a polite nod, his expression unreadable. "I should have known. You've always been sharp, Alfred."

Alfred inclined his head slightly. "I try."

I turned my attention back to Sylara, my expression turning serious. "Why are you here, Sylara? This isn't your usual battlefield."

"I could ask you the same question," she retorted, her eyes narrowing slightly. "But since you're the one leading this charge, I'll answer. I couldn't sit idly by while the tower fell to darkness. I've invested too much in this place, in its students, to let it be consumed without a fight. Well, okay that's a lie. I'm just can't wait idly at home, that's all,"

"And the chimeras?" I inquired, already knowing the answer but curious about her reasoning.

"They're my creations," she replied simply. "I didn't trust anyone else to wield them effectively. And besides," she added with a faint smile, "I've always enjoyed a good battle."

There was no denying Sylara's prowess in combat, nor her unwavering commitment to her craft. She was one of the most skilled alchemists and chimera masters in existence as well as a ranger, her creations unmatched in their power and versatility. Her presence here, though unexpected, was not unwelcome.

"Very well," I said, inclining my head slightly. "You're welcome to join us. We'll need all the strength we can muster to purge this tower of its corruption."

Sylara's expression softened slightly, a rare display of gratitude. "Thank you, Draven. I won't disappoint you."

With the matter settled, I turned my attention back to the knights, who were now gathered and ready to move out. The battle ahead would be even fiercer, but with Sylara's chimeras and the Drakhan knights at my side, I was confident that we could overcome whatever lay in our path.

"Let's move," I commanded, my voice carrying through the hall. "Our destination is the highest floor. We'll cleanse this tower, no matter what it takes."

As we resumed our march, the oppressive darkness of the tower pressed in from all sides, but we advanced without hesitation. The presence of my summoned creatures had already weakened the forces arrayed against us, and with Sylara's additional power, we were more than a match for whatever lay ahead.

The next floor was even more foreboding than the last. The walls were lined with grotesque, pulsating veins of dark energy, and the very air seemed to hum with malevolent intent. The path forward was blocked by a massive set of double doors, their surfaces engraved with intricate runes that glowed with a sickly green light.

Without hesitation, I raised my hand and summoned the power of the hobgoblin devil servant. It appeared beside me, its eyes glowing with an unholy fire as it stepped forward to unleash its fury upon the doors. The runes flared in response, trying to resist the dark magic, but they were no match for the raw power of the devil servant. Stay updated via M V L

The doors shuddered under the assault, the wood splintering and cracking as the runes were overwhelmed.

With a final, thunderous crash, the doors burst open, revealing a large, open chamber filled with twisted abominations that hissed and snarled as they turned to face us. These creatures were more powerful than the ones we had faced before, their bodies warped and enhanced by the dark magic that saturated the tower.

Sylara stepped forward, her eyes narrowing as she surveyed the enemy. "These things don't know when to quit, do they?"

I didn't bother to reply. Instead, I unleashed the goblin king and the chimeras once more, sending them charging into the fray with a roar that shook the very walls of the chamber. The abominations responded in kind, launching themselves at us with frenzied abandon.

The battle was fierce and chaotic, the air thick with the stench of blood and burning flesh. The goblin king tore through the abominations with savage glee, its club smashing through bone and sinew with terrifying force. The chimeras fought with wild abandon, their elemental attacks wreaking havoc on the enemy ranks.

But it wasn't just the creatures that posed a threat. The chamber itself seemed to come alive, the walls and floor warping and shifting as the dark magic sought to crush us. Massive tendrils of shadow emerged from the walls, lashing out at us with deadly precision. The Drakhan knights fought valiantly, their swords and shields clashing against the onslaught, but the darkness was relentless.

"Draven!" Sylara called out, her voice barely audible over the din of battle. "We need to destroy the source of this corruption, or we'll be overwhelmed!"

I knew she was right. The dark magic was emanating from somewhere within the chamber, feeding the abominations and warping the very structure of the tower. If we didn't find and destroy it, we would be caught in an endless cycle of battle.

"Alfred, Garren!" I shouted, my voice commanding. "Hold the line! Sylara and I will locate the source!"

The two men nodded, their expressions grim as they continued to fend off the relentless assault. I turned to Sylara, who was already scanning the chamber with her keen eyes.

"There," she said, pointing to a large, pulsating mass of shadowy energy near the far wall. "That's where the magic is concentrated. If we destroy it, the rest should collapse."

I nodded, focusing my power as I prepared to make my move. "Let's end this."

Together, we charged toward the pulsating mass, cutting through the abominations that stood in our way. The dark energy crackled and hissed as we drew closer, as if sensing our intent to destroy it. But we didn't falter.


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