Greatest Legacy of the Magus Universe

Chapter 1649 Final Mission

Ulric and his men lay behind a towering ridge.

It provided the perfect cover from the front. Behind them was a dense grove that camouflaged their presence from the back.

The sun was about to set beyond the horizon, and the evening skies were dyed in shades of orange and red. A gentle breeze blew through the terrain, making for a very comfortable atmosphere.

If it werenʼt for a bloody war raging through the lands, the men would much prefer to drink some wine and enjoy the sunset.

But instead, they planned for what seemed to be their final mission deep within enemy lines.

A map lay sprawled on the ground, while Ulric and the men surrounded it. This was a map of the town in the distance, a military outpost that was home to food and grain warehouses. As the sun set over the horizon, it cast Ulricʼs shadow across the map of the town.

”Alright, lads.” He stroked his beard as he studied the map. ”I believe we should be able to pull this off before we board the Red Wind.”

The Dark King had made his strategy clear to every Magus under his command. Strike fast. Strike deep. And never hold ground longer than necessary.

Ulric followed that rule without exception, not only because it was an order from his Commander, but also because he saw clear merits in it.

By the time more and more enemies figured out his pattern, it was wise to pull back. He knew that he and his men had already done enough. Many supply lines were broken, routes were destroyed, and entire fronts were weakening because of their actions.

Staying longer would only turn success into risk. So he made the call. It was time to leave. They had caused enough damage. They had achieved what they were sent to do.

”This will be our last mission,” he said in a grim voice as he scanned the faces of his men. ”Iʼll work my spell on a few of those fools. We go in as Haynam Magi. No noise, no mistake. While they sleep, we burn their supplies, then leave. You know the drill, aye?”

”Aye!” the men replied in unison.

At the start, these men hadnʼt thought much of him. A wandering Magus with no ties, no academy backing him, no known faction, it didnʼt inspire confidence. Some had doubted him quietly, and a few had even looked down on him.

But that didnʼt last. One victory turned into another. Plans that looked simple at first proved precise and effective. Every move had purpose, every risk was measured.

Ulric never wasted lives, and he never lost control of the situation.

The men saw how he thought, how he adapted, and how he struck where it mattered the most.

Gradually, they came to respect the man. By the time they stood here, ready for the final mission, they didnʼt question him anymore. They understood clearly why the Dark King had chosen him.

Ulric hadnʼt proven it with words. He had proven it with tangible results.

While they were hammering out the details of the night raid, the skies above them slowly darkened. Ulric looked upward and saw the rainclouds gathering. His lips curled into a faint smile.

”Looks like even the heavens are with us tonight,” he said with mirth.

”But General...” A Magus awkwardly called out. ”Wonʼt the rain douse the fires?”

Ulricʼs lips twitched. He cleared his throat and said, ”No matter. Weʼll poison the stock.”

He and his men waited several more hours until the night was darkest. The clouds above grew darker and darker, whispering the promise of heavy rainfall. Muffled thunder streaked across the sea of clouds, faintly illuminating the lands below.

At midnight, the Dark Kingʼs men began their assault.

***

A guard at the Mana Liquefaction Rank yawned lazily as he walked along the top of the town walls.

The walls were taller than most towns would have, but this wasnʼt a normal town. It was a military outpost, built to hold and defend.

Tourches burned at intervals, lighting the path as he made his rounds. He wasnʼt alone. Dozens of other men were stationed along the wall, each covering their own section. Some stood still at watch posts, while others moved like him, walking their routes with wariness.

As he made his round, the guardʼs eyes caught a small movement near the base of the wall.

The hidden service entrance, meant for maids and servants, suddenly creaked open slowly. That alone was wrong, for all such entrances werenʼt to be used

after curfew.

Before he could react, a dozen or so men slipped in through it, dressed in the armor and capes of the Haynam Empireʼs Magi. They moved quickly but quietly, as if they belonged there.

For a moment, he just stared, unsure of whether to call out or let it pass. Just as he was hesitating, a dark silhouette appeared behind him out of nowhere. Then, it whispered in his ears:

”Men returning from their scouting mission. Nothing to worry about.

Everythingʼs fine. Everythingʼs fine...”

The guardʼs eyes turned glassy for a moment or two, his shoulders loosening. He exhaled a heavy breath and nodded. ”Right, everythingʼs fine,” he murmured.

Before long, he continued his patrol along the top of the wall, as if nothing had

happened.

Meanwhile, Ulrich returned to his men on the ground. They hid in a dark alley between two buildings. He scanned everyoneʼs expressions and instructed in a

hushed voice:

”You all know what to do. Lay down explosives as well as the poison at the marked locations on the map. After that, gather at the rendezvous point within

thirty minutes. Understood?”

The Magi solemnly nodded.

”Good,” Ulric said in a solemn voice. ”Go now!”

With that, he and his men scattered. They moved in silence. No one ran, and no one certainly spoke. They simply acted as the Empireʼs Magi would in this town. They split off in different directions, each man already knowing his path.

Cloaked by the night and the steady drizzle, they slipped through the town like

living shadows.

Supply stores, water sources, and key structures, those were their targets.

But they didnʼt realize it...

They had already walked straight into the enemyʼs trap!