Return of the Mythic Bloodline-Chapter 407: Rescue Mission

The Bane leaders protested against the idea of letting Taranis take such a life-threatening decision again.

The loss of his arm and the unstable state of his mind were among the primary reasons for their strong opposition.

However, they eventually had to concede when Taranis revealed that he possessed Vyaghra’s blessing and was the most suitable candidate for this infiltration mission.

The other leaders, despite their strength, did not know how to completely compress their Soulforce and conceal their presence. The moment they entered the sensory range of a cultivator at the Eternal Sage Realm, they would be instantly detected.

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"I will also join the mission, Prince," Titan declared, clenching his fists. "I will accept any punishment for going against your order, but I will not change my decision."

Under no circumstances would Titan allow Taranis to endanger his life again. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Taranis rose to his feet, walked toward Titan, and asked, "Do you possess the method to conceal your Soulforce pressure?"

"No, I do not," Titan replied. "But—"

"Do you possess the method to alter your Soulforce signature?"

"..."

Titan could not answer. He understood the intent behind the question. Over the past eighteen years, Titan had entered the empire numerous times while acting as their subordinate. Most of the empire’s knights were familiar with his Soulforce signature.

"Then do you wish to become a hindrance to the mission, Lord Titan?" Taranis asked, his voice cold.

"I... I am sorry, Prince," Titan murmured, loosening his fists, his eyes lowered. "I am ashamed to be so useless in aiding you in the war."

"Everyone has their role in this war, Lord Titan," Taranis stated. "And you certainly have yours."

Taranis pointed at the dark armor he was wearing. More precisely, he indicated the dent on the chestplate and the multiple cuts across its surface.

This abyssal black armor worn by Taranis had been forged through the combined efforts of Aethon and Titan. By smelting cold iron with the dark metal found only in the mines of Everroot Peak, Titan shaped the armor while Aethon generated the intense flames required to achieve the necessary heat.

The armor had been intended as a gift for the young Taranis, to celebrate his achievements in the First Ultimate War. Along with the armor, Titan had also trained a warhorse capable of holding its own against multiple Awakened Sages.

However, he never had the chance to present them to Taranis. The armor lay neglected in the Earthbane Sect, while the horse was sent to the deepest layer of the Mountain of Ten Thousand Beasts.

It was only when Taranis returned and declared the Second Ultimate War that Titan finally had the opportunity to offer both the armor and the warhorse to their long awaited owner.

"Until I return, I want you and Lord Aethon to repair this armor," Taranis ordered.

"As you command, Prince," Titan replied, his voice still low as the frustration of his helplessness overwhelmed him once again.

One by one, Taranis removed the pieces of heavy armor from his body until only the helm remained. The Bane leaders could not help but stare at Taranis’s hand, which was covered in numerous scars, and the moment he removed his helm, a gasp of shock rippled through the meeting room.

The horizontal slash across his forehead looked as though his skull had been split open. Not to mention the other horrific marks on his face and the deep line across his throat, which made it seem as if his severed head had been crudely reattached to his body.

"P-Prince, wh-where did you suffer those injuries?" Robert asked, his eyebrows twitching at the mere thought of what Taranis must have endured to bear such terrifying wounds.

"Training," Taranis replied.

Seeing that he offered no further explanation, the Banes chose not to pry any further.

Taranis moved toward Sylvaris, who was staring at him with parted lips and eyes filled with pain and concern.

"Lady Sylvaris, prevent this hand from rotting," Taranis ordered, moving the wooden box closer to her.

She nodded and placed her palm over the severed hand. A faint veil of pink energy enveloped it as she said, "I will reattach the hand once you return with the King."

"That goes without question," Taranis said before leaving the meeting room.

Within the next half hour, Taranis changed into a formal tuxedo, wore a face-changing mask, and placed a paper inscribed with a circular pattern against his chest. It had been given by Ume in case he needed to alter his Soulforce signature.

From the very beginning, Taranis had been prepared for this infiltration mission. The reason Nymeria had entered the Forest of Gumiho to extend her lifespan was to locate where Voltrex was being held. However, even Ignis had been unaware of it, and in the end, she failed to find anything. The infiltration units that Taranis had deployed to each Duchy were also tasked with the same objective, and the result had been equally disappointing.

Forget the location, not a single high-ranking official had even mentioned Voltrex’s name even once. To the point that it almost seemed as though Voltrex had truly been erased from existence and forgotten.

In the end, the infiltration units were only being used to gather information about the next course of action the Emperor intended to take.

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"How long will it take us to reach the destination?" Taranis, now bearing the appearance of Lucifer, asked Vyaghra as the two stood outside the fortress of Ironvale.

"If we run at full speed, it will take us five days," Vyaghra replied, his eyes fixed on a letter in his hands.

"We can move faster using my Blink skill," Taranis suggested. "I will carry you on my back."

"Do you really think I would entertain such a suggestion?"

"..."

Taranis’s unreadable expression made it clear that he was completely serious, causing Vyaghra to sigh.

"We will travel using the Senseless Dimension," Vyaghra said. "We will rest for fifteen minutes after every thirty minutes. At that pace, we can reach the location in six hours."

"Do you need to recover your Soulforce every thirty minutes?"

The letter vanished into darkness from Vyaghra’s hand as he raised an eyebrow at Taranis’s question.

"It’s not for me. We will be resting because of you. If you remain in the Senseless Dimension for too long, you will lose your mind."

Taranis adjusted the cuffs of his blazer and declared, "Then we do not need to rest. The thing is... I have already lost my mind."