Jason was not sure how large the Argos alliance's army was and neither did he know the exact number of opponents they had to face.
However, what he was fully aware of was that the number on both sides was in the millions!
With Artemis' wings, he flew towards the final destination at which they were to face off the Drake alliance, and Jason couldn't help but gulp when he saw the massive crowd of humans and foreign races all around him.
He knew that most of them wouldn't survive the next few days, and this thought was scary.
Yet, in order to remain free, not being shackled down from the Drake clan and foreign races that would treat them worse than trash, everyone was going to give their utmost efforts to fight and defeat the Drake alliance, even if that meant sacrificing themselves.
There might be big clans, sects, and ancient clans that had been suppressed and annexed by the Myöldra race, and even citizens that had been forced to obey the Drake family with a soul contract.
Unfortunately, one couldn't pay much attention to them because a single moment of hesitation could directly lead to death!
Jason was fully aware of this and his mind lingered around Greg and the Fler's as he was flying in the sky.
'Two years have passed...Greg might have barely reached the Lique stage, and Malia should have broken into the Lique stage too...but their strength should still be weak. Allowing them to participate in the last large-scale battle should be a burden to everyone, instead of reinforcement!'
This was Jason's last hope!
Being a burden during a fight meant that they were better of by not participating at all!
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64ce79d606107d003c23ea27", id: "pf-5140-1"})In the best case, the entire Fler family was still alive, and both Greg and Malia were currently trained to become the replacement of those powerhouses that would die today.
He sincerely hoped that this was the case because there was nothing else Jason was able to do for them right now.
Even if he encountered them, would he be able to save them? They had been enslaved, and it was unknown what kind of clauses the Drake family's soul contracts had.
Thus, trying to help might as well cause the complete opposite effect, and worsen their situation.
A few hours had already passed since they had departed, but there was still no sign of the Drake alliance's army.
The more time passed, the deeper spread everyone's fear of the unknown.
It had already spread throughout their entire body, but unbeknownst to the majority, there were a few that could barely contain themself from excitement.
Amongst them, was every member of the blood sect who was able to increase their strength by absorbing the blood of those they had killed.
This allowed them to nurture the innate affinity of those fortunate ones that had been able to awaken the blood sect's specific blood affinity through unknown means, while the others were cultivating a bloodlust accumulation technique they had procured a long time ago.
During the last few hours that had passed, Jason's mana eyes evaluated every single member of the Blood sect and those that had awakened or inherited the blood affinity that was innately connected to them.
Even with his mana eyes, Jason couldn't tell whether the blood affinity was something some humans of the Blood sect had innately awakened, or if it was something their body annexed when they had inherited the blood affinity from one of their soulbonds.
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However, rather than focusing on this, Jason's eyes were trained on a small number of young men that seemed to have the innate blood affinity!
Out of the information he had received from the Cerus family, his mother's murderer didn't even have liquefied 100 drops of mana more than 7 years ago!
Even if the blood sect was known for their ridiculously high pace at which they liquefied drops of mana, which should stem from the fact that they absorbed the energy and mana from their opponents, Jason doubted that someone with less than 100 drops of liquefied mana had broken into the Prismar stage in only 7 years!
Even 1000 drops of liquefied mana were difficult to liquefy in a matter of 7 years under normal circumstances, but normal was something that couldn't be used in one sentence with the blood sect!
They were everything but normal!
As such, Jason had been able to achieve what he was unable to do prior; He narrowed down the suspects that might have killed his mother!
Right now might not be the time to take revenge, or even find his mother's murderer, but Jason had been unable to hold himself back from narrowing down the suspects.
It was the perfect timing after all!
He was not about to start a war in his own rows, and his revenge could be postponed for days, weeks, months, or even years if necessary!
As long as he would be able to get his revenge and let others feel how he had felt from losing those he had loved, everything was fine with him.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "663633fa8ebf7442f0652b33", id: "pf-8817-1"})Jason was aware that this might be the wrong approach, but did that really matter anymore?
Nobody cared if they took the lives of his loved ones, why should he do then?
With that thought, Jason continued to do what he wanted to as he had already prepared everything for the large-scale battle against the Drake alliance.
Byakur was still resting in Jason's soul world, while both desert eagles, Kumo and Degar, were holstered.
The only thing that had changed was that Mike had attached one small storage device the size of a small marble to each desert eagle.
Inside those storage devices were magazines filled with ammunition which allowed Jason to simply store the used-up magazines before he could replace them with magazines that were filled!
This was the easiest way to use his guns consistently, and only a large amount of mana was required.
Fortunately, this wouldn't be a problem because Solaris would not only devour the Ifrytor race's life force but also the Creato flame and a part of their mana core that would nurture Solaris, and replenish the mana he had used up!
Petri was still not awake and it would take a while for him to finish his evolution owing to the fact that it required more compressed life force.
Jason was unable to procure it under normal means, and one could say that Solaris' new ability was miraculous enough to change this, while the Ifrytor race was the livestock he was about to reap!
Nothing except taking revenge on causing Scorpio's death was left in his mind when he thought about the Ifrytor race, and his golden silverish eyes that were outlined by a glowing crimson color were glowing brightly, releasing his killing intent.
When they had departed, the moon had illuminated the dark and ominous surrounding area, only to be replaced by bright sunlights as several hours had passed when the first signs of the ginormous Drake alliance army came into his sight.
The sunrise was magnificent and everyone savored every moment of it before they would have to fight for their freedom and right to stay alive!
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