Chapter 397: Great Minds Think Alike

"Huff, huff!"

Sinuoli panted heavily while running; he had to attempt to use the bit of Storm Authority he had gained through memory sharing before he even had time to familiarize himself with it, which was a massive burden on his mental strength.

His current situation was like trying to operate a machine after watching a tutorial video on combos a few times, and it was the kind of dangerous situation where a single operational error could cost him his life.

"I can be compatible as a warrior, a tank, a spellcaster, or even a healer, but asking me to also do the job of an assassin is just too much!"

"Huff! Huff!"

"Whoosh!"

Sinuoli was starting to get tired, but the elite troops around Kairos were not. They were not only full of energy but also under great pressure; Greater Daemons were not kind-hearted, and it was common for them to vent their unspent rage onto their subordinates.

Flamers hovered in the air, carpet-bombing with flames, spellcasters held various detection treasures in an attempt to find Sinuoli's form, and the melee Forsaken swung their twisted claws or tentacles frantically.

When Chaos Warriors threw themselves into the embrace of the Dark Gods, as their divine favor accumulated, many of them would find that these were less like blessings and more like torture. Those who could not endure it would lose the ability to think rationally, and the light of wisdom would vanish from their eyes.

Compared to the Chosen and Champions who still retained heads full of "whimsical ideas," the descending Greater Daemons, especially the Lords of Change, preferred to conscript this group of guys known as the "Forsaken." This loss of will also prevented them from efficiently catching the invisible Sinuoli.

"I have already lost the best opportunity. Judging by the spellcasting ability it displayed, if it gives up on dealing with me and switches to using defensive spells to protect itself, I won't be able to outlast it with the Storm Hammer!"

The Dwarf King hid beneath a Soul Grinder and gritted his teeth; he was literally at his wit's end. The reason Kairos chose to take the initiative was that it could not figure out his bottom line; once it figured out the upper limit of his output, it would definitely change its strategy.

"Should I just retreat like this, let it continue to command the attack, and pin my hopes on reinforcements that are nowhere to be found? Even if someone really comes to support, I'm the one who set the trap first; it would be a miracle if I wasn't treated as a Chaos traitor!"

"Could it be that the assassin has already withdrawn after failing to land a hit?"

The Tzeentch followers who still retained the ability to think were haunted by the same thought. Those two Heavy Strikes from just now were able to break through the protective Magic Shield of the first Greater Daemon under Tzeentch—even though it had been weakened by the Great Vortex, it certainly exceeded the scope of a mortal's ability.

Considering that there were only so many Demigods in this world, they were more willing to believe that this was a peak mortal assassin master who possessed special techniques to stimulate potential and erupt beyond their own strength limits; of course, such techniques had a great price, and perhaps he no longer had the strength for a third strike.

"Da-da-da!"

"Swish!"

The main formation of the Tzeentch Daemon army fell into a strange stalemate, but the Seventh Wall was not the same. Once the fire support from Kairos itself and the ranged Daemons around it was cut off, the Daemon army began to be gradually driven off the wall in the face of the Mercenary Guards and the Zhendan army that had restored effective organization.

"Exalted Envoy, our, our attack has been blocked!"

"Boundless Qingbao Tianzun! Please lead the heavenly soldiers and generals to subdue the demons!"

"Or should we just sneak off to the back?"

For a moment, several Tzeentch fanatics and Tzeentch Champions around Kairos were clamoring; compared to the minions of the other three Chaos Gods, these guys undoubtedly had the most devious minds.

Projecting all of its Warp subordinates into the Mortal World across the Great Vortex was also a great burden for Kairos; it had to choose to cooperate with several warbands in the Chaos Wastes to obtain enough cannon fodder troops.

These temporarily assembled troops naturally fought bravely when things were going smoothly, but once the attack was frustrated, their morale immediately faded. The warlords were unwilling to consume their own strength—having troops in hand meant having everything; if the troops were wiped out, it would be hard to get even a scrap of soup even if they broke into Nangao.

"Cease your clamor, foolish mortals! We can see! Pass on our decree: those who break Nangao shall enjoy eternal immortal blessings and live as long as the heavens!"

Kairos roared. From the perspective of its right head, the flames on the high wall would cease, and Nangao City would return to Ninghe. Considering that it had no room for improvement in the Realm of Chaos, but infinite room for regression, Kairos could not stop here.

"It is nervous and lacks trust in its own subordinates. This might be an opportunity."

The Dwarf moved forward, following the pace of the Soul Grinder. He stroked his beard, finding a flaw in this group of guys who were all harboring their own ulterior motives.

"Watch out on the right!"

"Front left!"

Almost at the same time, Kairos heard two completely different warnings. It urgently summoned a soft but tough magic shield to block the Heavy Strike on the right, which was the same as the previous two times, but the explosion on the ground beneath its left claw sent it stumbling.

"Not good! This thing, its shape seems to be a hammer! A hammer, a Dwarf, yes, that's the Dwarf with the collar, I saw him use it on Ku'gath! But shouldn't he be in a coma? If he is awake, doesn't that mean..."

Although it could not see, the Tzeentch Seer's two heads were spinning rapidly. Out of deep-seated distrust for its colleagues, it instantly imagined a conspiracy directed at itself.

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"Boom-rumble!"

Immediately afterward, Kairos heard the roar of a gale; it was not unfamiliar with this at all. The previous attacks on the Changyuan had all been destroyed after this wind roar.

"It's not it, Immortal Envoy!"

"Where, where did the wind come from?"

"Don't go! What will we do if you leave?"

"Just you wait! We will be back!"

"Zhaluoke, you dare to deceive us! We will definitely report you before the Holy Master!"

Ignoring the calls and obstructions of its subordinates, Kairos slashed fiercely with the Staff of Tomorrow, tearing open a rift to escape back into the Warp. Withdrawing on its own would at most cost some mana; if its physical form were destroyed by the Storm Dragon, the price to pay for recasting it would be huge.

"Hahaha! What use is knowing eight hundred years of the past and five hundred years of the future? In the end, you were still outcalculated by me!"

Sinuoli sat slumped on the ground, covered in sweat, but his face was filled with smiles. Just now, he had overloaded that bit of Authority he possessed to imitate the entry effect of Miaoying that he had seen countless times in his memories.

The gale swirling around the Storm Dragon could uproot towering trees and grind an entire team of heavy-armored elites into fragments, but in Sinuoli's hands, it was merely a show of force, capable only of scaring the blind.

His idea was to create a false impression, letting the Tzeentch minions who had never witnessed the true power of the Dragon believe that Miaoying had arrived, thereby interfering with Kairos's judgment. But it seemed those guys didn't fall for it, and instead, Kairos itself reacted violently. Fortunately, the result was no different; it would not have the ability to descend into the Mortal World again for a short time.