Reborn as Powerful Minister's Beloved-Chapter 533 - 512 Second Update

Upon hearing the news, Wen Sheng shot up from his seat, the color of fear spreading invisibly from him and infecting every person present, each one almost simultaneously taking a deep breath.

"General, we can’t wait any longer, we absolutely can’t let them set up the Maze Formation, once it’s laid down it will be too late," the tall and thin man said urgently, prompting everyone to look toward General Wen Sheng.

General Wen Sheng nodded, clenched his teeth - he had seen the consequences, and at this moment, there was no better alternative. He immediately waved his hand, and everyone sprang into action, quickly leaving.

Now only Wen Sheng remained in the main tent. It was then that he realized his palms were full of cold sweat, his back too was covered in a dense layer, sitting was like sitting on pins and needles, yet he was forced to calm himself down. If he panicked now, the entire Eastern Border Army and the Southeastern Army would face a catastrophic disaster.

Deputy General Geng personally followed one of the soldiers. In the darkness, the man seemed to walk normally through the camp, yet his movements were stiff. Upon close inspection, there was indeed something different about him.

After passing the soldiers’ resting tents and reaching a deserted area, the man’s pace quickened immediately, clearly showing that there was not much time left. He moved past a storage shed where equipment was kept, and came to an inconspicuous corner of the camp. The next moment, he lifted a black tarpaulin hidden in the corner.

This tarpaulin looked the same as those covering equipment in the storage shed, so much so that even the camp’s soldiers would assume it covered equipment outside and would not be suspicious.

Crouching down, the soldier began digging quickly. Deputy General Geng did not know what the man intended to do, but remembered what the tall, thin man had said - the enemy was about to make a move.

The next instant, Deputy General Geng gestured, and the two soldiers following him pounced, taking no chances and tackling the man to the ground. Before the soldier could cry out, his mouth was stuffed with dirt and he was tightly bound with ropes. ƒгeewebnovёl_com

The overpowered soldier did not just allow himself to be tied up; he immediately began to struggle. As he was about to launch into action, he was hit by a putrid smell from the ropes binding him, immediately dispelling his Spells.

By then, the two soldiers binding him had lost all concern for the stench, and even Deputy General Geng couldn’t care less, quickly unearthing what the soldier had been digging for - a bizarre skull of an animal, indecipherable in species, immediately bound with the foul-smelling rope.

This was a method devised by the tall, thin man in a moment of desperation. Though foul-smelling, there was no alternative.

"Take the man away—" Deputy General Geng whispered, and the men promptly moved with the captive, heading straight to an empty tent predetermined for such a situation. Inside, there was already a bound soldier guarded by their men.

"Lord Geng—" the two soldiers rejoiced upon seeing Deputy General Geng, but he quickly signaled them to keep quiet, tossing the captive to them. The two captured soldiers were securely tied up, unable to move, their mouths filled with dirt.

"What did you find?" Deputy General Geng immediately asked; one soldier also produced a skull, the size of a wash basin, different from the one in Deputy General Geng’s hands.

Seeing this, Deputy General Geng, somewhat uneasy about the others, handed over what he had to the soldiers.

"I’m going to take a look outside; watch them closely," Deputy General Geng said, and the four soldiers nodded. Even the overwhelming stench in the tent could not quench their mix of tension and exhilaration.

Deputy General Geng left the tent, unsure of where to look for the others. Their men were hidden in shadow, watching for anyone emerging from the tents to immediately follow. The twenty or thirty men tasked with this were deeply loyal subordinates, capable and steady in their actions.

However, before he could grow anxious, more people immediately began to approach their position. Those two soldiers also successful, followed swiftly by the arrival of the thin, tall man and his group.

Time passed quickly, and before long almost all those who had emerged from the tents had been captured, leaving only one or two inside. The thin, tall man and Deputy General Geng personally led the charge, rushing in without a word, swiftly binding the prisoners in the same manner as before and then, taking advantage of the darkness, quickly took them to a location.

"Lord Geng, what are you doing?" the only one capable of speaking was their leader at that moment, who was now "innocently" looking at Deputy General Geng, secretly shocked in his heart. All his men were here, which meant their plan...

Just then, General Wen Sheng lifted the tent flap and walked in, the foul stench within the tent providing a bizarre sense of relief to everyone present.

The lanky man dumped an assortment of unknown skulls onto the ground, causing the lead man’s complexion to change. He tried to speak, but Wen Sheng wouldn’t give him the chance, lashing out with a kick instead.

"Speak, who are you?" Wen Sheng said in a deep voice.

Seeing this, the man did not speak, but sneered and looked toward General Wen Sheng.

Of course, he had not expected Wen Sheng to reach the Eastern Border Army so quickly and disrupt their plans. However, with so many soldiers from the Southeastern Army already dead at their hands, their mission was largely accomplished. Even now, being captured didn’t equate to a complete failure for them.

Seeing the man’s silence, Wen Sheng glanced at the lanky man, who crouched down and picked up a skull from the ground. A soldier promptly brought over a bucket of clean water, and the lanky man stirred the bone in it, washing away the grime. He then drew a knife, sliced off a piece, and approached the man on the ground.

The man on the ground initially failed to grasp what the tall, thin man intended to do. As the latter approached, a sense of terror washed over him when he realized, unable to fathom that someone from the Eastern Border Army would be versed in such methods.

"What, what do you want to do?" The man on the ground tried to feign composure, but his quivering voice betrayed his fear, which only made the thin man more certain of his assumption. He too had seen such methods used by the disciples of Qiandao Temple at the Northern Border to coerce information from the inhabitants of Ghoul Ravine about the whereabouts of Ghost Shadow.

"You know what I want to do." The thin man enunciated each word, spinning the dagger in his hand, and the man’s expression grew even more terrified.

The man on the ground instantly turned pale. From his earlier sneer to his now deathly pallor, his body shook uncontrollably as he struggled to back away, violently shaking his head.

Seeing this, Wen Sheng stepped forward.

"Tell us what you know."

The man on the ground turned ashen, looking up at the man before him.

"It’s no use, it’s too late, it’s all too late," the man cried out, tears and snot flowing freely, his body shaking like a sieve, and then he broke into a manic laughter, his voice shrill and piercing, as if he had lost his mind.

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