Building An Empire Starting From The Labor Camp In Exile-Chapter 310: Storm devils!

"I have detected a force entering my territory," Clan Leader Eirikr Akatsuki said.

He was sitting atop his throne, his eyes unfocused and his hand pulling at things in the air, invisible things.

"What I can confirm is that there’s no Master Knight around them. This Soryu did never learn. Why are they still sending spies in here? Well, I can’t blame them. They must be too anxious by now."

"Listen to my orders. Let the closest of my storm devils respond to them. Wipe them out and bring me the leader unharmed. Also, make sure that nothing happens to their supplies."

His voice echoed in the throne room. He and the drake that was sleeping, warped around his throne, are the only ones in the throne room, just as usual.

Eirikr is totally authoritarian. He didn’t have much of a court because he only gives orders. And right then, he had decided to fight the war while he sat back on his throne.

It wasn’t because he didn’t want to put himself through the trouble, but because he didn’t want to step foot out of Akatsuki until victory is assured.

But it’s a double-edged thing that he has to be careful about.

"The last Clan Leader was killed by me because he traveled down to the Soryu Clan to make a deal with their Clan Leader then. I took his throne from him and sat on it until he was back, and I killed him.

"Isn’t it ironic that I’m avoiding the same thing? But now I won’t be going down there. I will send my children to make war for me. But my problem is, when they finally conquer the Soryu Clan, will they turn it over to me or try to fight me?"

Eirikr was already planning five steps ahead. "I don’t like surprises unless I’m the one doing the surprising," he muttered. But then he smiled, and his hand went down to rub the drake’s head.

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Slya yawned and declared, "I’m bored."

They had been flying above the sands for two days straight, and they’ve not seen much of a soul. They did see some villages, but those didn’t matter.

Of the army? Nothing. Everything that filled their sights was sand and sun. Fortunately, their ship was specially built to adapt to different climates.

A bubble-like shield surrounded them, filtering out the harsh part of the sunlight so that only warm light seeped through. Even the air they breathed was cool.

But Slya didn’t care for all that. She would have liked fighting in the hot sand instead. At least then it would be as if she was doing something with the mission.

"Captain, you should relax or join us in playing cards," Astra said. He’s a red-haired guy with a quick smile.

Slya was the only anxious one among them, and she didn’t bother to hide it. Unlike the others, who are drafted from different armies, they are already used to waiting patiently for a long time before action.

"Only if you will bet with sparring sessions." Slya smiled, and her hand went to lightly touch her sword. She’d had no chance of using it since it was given to her.

But before that, she had met with her men when she was first named Captain.

Everyone had been so stiff then. Some of the Hundred Bind Knights are veterans who had been in the army for so long and had more experience than her in the Errant Rank. They have the age to prove it.

But one thing Slya had above them was that she had been following Atrox for some time and had seen more action, fought more fights than any of them.

And she showed them. She had inquired and asked for the strongest among them, and it was the red-haired Astra. He was in his thirties but had a younger face.

They fought, not with the help of bind weapons though, just the raw strength of their Rank. And even though Astra won, Slya showed them how strong she was. It was the type of strength they couldn’t ignore.

It’s also the best way to introduce oneself to those they would be leading.

Astra winced when he heard Slya offer sparring sessions. After her fight with him, she came over every day after to fight with whoever was available. And she beat them all.

She also wasn’t the one to hold back either.

So even though he won, she had done some numbers on him too.

Because when Slya fights, it is with the mentality of fighting a monster. She was vicious and ruthless. And she was only following the rules of the Borderland.

Just then, Slya felt a twitch in her instincts, the type of gut feeling that one gets when a predator is nearby. She stood up, and her face scanned the horizon. She used the formation to check their surroundings, but she found nothing amiss.

But she didn’t relax. "Everyone, get ready."

Her hand went to her sword as the Knights all over the ship smoothly went to their positions. Since they are a strike force, they learned not only to fight on the ground but how to make battle in the sky.

But even with Slya’s warning, nothing happened. In fact, everything seemed just as peaceful as always. But the imaginary ruffled hair on Slya did not smooth.

She frowned. Did she get false signals? It happens. Especially when she has been anxiously waiting for something to happen.

"Captain, are you sure..." Astra began.

But his voice was cut off by a howl that sounded like hundreds of painful screams jammed together. And then, in front of them, a storm came down.

They saw and felt that the sky was falling. Wind whipped around them, hitting the ship but doing nothing against it. The ship had formation against storms.

But then the storm wasn’t directly at them. They saw hundreds of shapes riding the storm, literally. They were running in the storm as if they were running on the ground.

Slya sucked in a sharp breath when she saw them, her body coming alive with a burst of energy. "Storm devils!"