Supreme Summoner Overlord: Rise of the Endless Legion-Chapter 437: The Outpost Behind the Illusion (5)

The weakest skeletal warrior in his horde could tear through a dozen church guards without breaking a sweat, and the strongest—the Demon Lords and Death Knights—were walking apocalypses that could level buildings with a gesture, probably while filing their taxes and thinking about what to have for lunch. Most likely Reidar's enemies.

<This is going to be a fucking execution, and I didn't even need to use my trait.>

Reidar looked at the outpost. The Sky-Hunters disappeared, so Reidar could only see the shimmering illusory barrier and the effects it created, and nothing else.

He was about to hit the church with almost fifty thousand creatures, the weakest of which were level 457—the Skeletal Warriors, summoned by Death Knights that were 100 levels below the caster.

<This is what the vendor meant when he said I was unbalanced.>

In theory, batch summoning skills were weaker than single summoning skills, but since Reidar had always been someone that summoned many creatures, his perks evolved in that direction, to the point that they turned single summoning skills into batch summoning skills without making the summons lose power. It was a cheat. He was a cheat. His trait was a cheat, and his perks were even more.

Reidar didn't feel guilt about what was going to happen. The church had kidnapped people, opened portals that released monsters onto Earth, bred parasites to infect civilians, and planned to turn the population of Kingsgate into weapons. The people in that outpost had chosen to be part of that.

He gave the order through the Overmind Consciousness.

<Attack the outpost. Kill everyone except the Priests near the stone building—I need them alive so they can explain this mess to me. Secure the warehouse and the teleportation circle building. Do not damage the stone buildings or what's inside. I'm not paying for repairs, and honestly, I'm running low on patience, not mana.>

The army moved.

The illusory barrier shattered as the first wave of undead crashed through it, and the church guards at the perimeter didn't even have time to scream before the Dread-Bastion Juggernauts trampled them. The Night-Stalker Assassins were already inside the barracks by the time the alarm went up and cut through sleeping soldiers in their bunks.

Ghost-Strike Inquisitors went on the rooftops, finding targets' windows with absurd precision. Bone-Reaver Berserkers tore through the reinforced doors of the armory, reducing steel and wood to splinters. The Vorathid Abyssal Horrors used their corrosive acid to dissolve guard towers and defensive positions before the defenders could even react.

The Demon-Lords hit the warehouse from above. They went through the roof and killed everyone inside.

At the stone building, the Shadow Specter Kings surrounded the Priests. The Specter-Kings didn't attack—they just closed in since Reidar told them to not harm the priest yet, of course.

Their presence alone was enough to make the Priests freeze in terror. One Priest dropped to his knees, whimpering prayers that went unanswered.

Another tried to back away, only to find himself pressed against the wall, trapped between shadows that seemed to breathe with malice.

The Terror Incarnate aura activated, and one of the Priests turned on his companion and started attacking him before a Dread-Bastion Juggernaut knocked both of them unconscious.

The entire assault lasted 3 minutes, and Reidar captured 5 priests.

Reidar descended from his position in the canopy, riding a shrunken Abyssal Horror, and landed in the clearing. The outpost was silent now, save for the groaning of damaged buildings and the sounds of his army settling into defensive positions around the perimeter.

He walked toward the warehouse. Inside, the crates were intact—his orders had been followed. The Demon-Lords and undead stood guard while Reidar opened the first crate and looked inside.

Food. Sealed packages of dried meat, grain, and preserved vegetables. Normal-looking rations that could feed hundreds of people. There were also crates of cooking oil, barrels of salted fish, and stacks of hardtack biscuits wrapped in cloth. If what Lena said was true, then they were mixing normal food taken from the vendors to make everything seem normal.

But when Reidar picked up one of the packages and examined it closely, he saw it. Buried in the grain, so small they were almost invisible, were tiny translucent eggs no larger than grains of sand.

<Lena was right. If I didn't know about this, I wouldn't have noticed.> He sighed and turned to a Death Knight. "Remind me to always eat food I catch."

He set the package down and moved to the next crate, finding the same thing. The next crate was identical. Every single crate in the warehouse, in fact, contained infected rations.

Reidar found what he was looking for in the back of the warehouse—a leather-bound ledger sitting on a desk near the loading dock. He opened it and found pages filled with dates, quantities, and destinations.

The ledger confirmed the worst. Shipments had been going to Kingsgate for months. The amounts were enough to make Reidar's head spin. Thousands of rations per week, distributed through church contacts inside the city. Luckily, these items hadn't been distributed to the population yet; as per orders, otherwise, monsters would have appeared already.

<I still have some time.>

But Reidar figured out he needed to take his family out of Kingsgate before they put their hands on something they shouldn't have to eat.

<At this point, it doesn't make sense to head to a vendor to pass the message.>

There was a teleportation circle there after all. The best thing would be to use it to send his army to Kingsgate silently and swarm the city.

The ledger also contained a name. A contact inside Kingsgate who was responsible for receiving and distributing the infected rations to the various church warehouses.

Reidar closed the ledger and put it in his inventory.

Then he walked to the stone building where the captured Priests were being held, because he had questions that needed answers, and these five were going to provide them.