Chapter 602: The Disciple’s Last Bastion
The Waregough Archipelago consisted of 105 islands, scattered along the northern coast of Gledea.
Of these, the ten central islands were of particular interest—surrounded by the other 95 like a natural fortress.
The islands acted as a defensive barrier, masking the activities happening in the centre. It was there that Jabberwocky had finally uncovered what he was after.
Kalon, the last person holding core knowledge of the Fake Divine experiments, had been hidden away on one of these islands.
But the discovery didn’t end there.
The Aramisians weren’t just protecting this person—they were planning to clone his brain.
Using a supercomputing artifact, they aimed to replicate Kalon’s knowledge, ensuring that even if he died, all the data and research on the Fake Divines would remain accessible.
What had started as a precaution—keeping the knowledge limited to a few, had now become the greatest risk of having the information lost forever.
If they lost him, they would lose everything. So, they were hedging their bets.
The Aramisians were preparing for the worst, unaware that Ger himself was still alive, imprisoned but breathing.
But since they thought he was dead, they took action to preserve the critical information.
Once Jabberwocky finished speaking, Arthur leaned back in his seat and talked to Evan.
"Evan, it seems that your backstory—whatever you unsealed, whether memories or power—will only come to light when your novel reaches this part of the crossover arc."
Evan gave Arthur a deadpan look before sighing and placing a hand over his face. He shook his head.
"Really, dude?"
Arthur ignored the confused gazes coming from the others present and shrugged.
"What? I’m serious."
Jamie, watching the two of them with amusement, chuckled softly.
"Arthur isn’t wrong. Since it’s your backstory, it’s only fair that we get to see it unfold in your story."
Alvey, Artemisia, and Beatrix exchanged confused glances, their expressions practically plastered with question marks. As usual, they had no idea what the three were talking about.
When asked, the trio simply responded with their usual cryptic answer: "Don’t worry. You wouldn’t understand even if we explained it to you."
Truly, they wouldn’t.
With the banter out of the way, the group’s attention shifted to the pressing matter at hand. It was time to formulate a plan.
Jamie snapped his fingers and used magic to cloak their conversation from any prying ears, especially the planet’s consciousness. Once they were fully secured, he snapped his fingers, teleporting McEnda and Barron into the room.
They briefed the two on their discovery and they immediately shifted gears, switching to serious mode as they began strategizing and laying out the battle plan for the Waregough Archipelago.
Their target island was numbered WA-03, hidden among a cluster of ten key islands, all heavily defended by the outer barrier islands—WA-11 to WA-105.
Tens of millions of Aramisian soldiers were stationed across these outer islands, serving as the first line of defence.
"Air raids from airships will be critical. We need to soften the islands before landing."
Arthur nodded in response to Alvey’s words, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the holographic map of the archipelago.
"We’ll need more than just air raids. Triton’s Ark will lead a naval armada, while our soldiers come in from land."
As they discussed this, Alvey tapped the map, pinpointing their target.
"WA-03 is our main goal, but the island is one of many that look identical. If we’re not careful, we’ll get lost in the shuffle and alert the Aramisians before we even hit the target."
Following up on Alvey was McEnda, his gaze on the northern coastline of Gledea on the map.
"It’s not just about the soldiers or the islands—there’s also the divinity crystals in the water."
Arthur blinked, then suddenly burst into laughter.
"Ha! It’s holy water again!"
He had encountered something similar around the Triton’s Ark, except that unlike then, the Aramisians didn’t bother hiding this one.
McEnda smiled slightly, but the humour quickly faded as they focused back on the plan.
WA-03 was a fortress in its own right. It had multiple military cities, all filled with Aramisian soldiers and defences.
But only one of those cities held the true target: Kalon.
"We’ll need more Anti-Divinity missiles. I’ll make sure to prepare extra. And it’s time to call in the godslayers and the Hellhounds."
As Arthur spoke, he was sending a message through Stelan, informing his godslayers to gear up for a large-scale battle.
The Hellhounds of Nienope would also be summoned in bulk to assist with ground operations.
The scale of this battle was going to rival some of the biggest battles in the war so far. Comparable to the attack on the Triton’s Ark and the battle that occurred the day Arthur first encountered Duskhand in January.
Just as Alvey predicted this, Jamie, who had been silent since the beginning, leaned forward and spoke.
"You know, I’m interested to see how this plays out.
Technically, I’m still the Demon King overseeing Aramis. I’ll oversee this attack too, just to make sure that the threat to demons from the Fake Divines is completely wiped out."
The Fake Divine Factories on WA-01 to WA-10 were bound to be the largest ones yet. From Jabberwocky’s words, the ones he saw were large enough to make the Duskhand Bastille look like a small operation.
This was also where the last mind behind the entire experiment was, security was surely going to be through the roof."
"Our biggest challenge is getting tens of millions of soldiers onto those islands without the Aramisians catching on."
Alvey’s brow furrowed as he zoomed in on the holographic map.
"Even if we sail in from the other side of the planet, with Triton’s Ark leading the charge, they’ll know. They’ll be ready."
Arthur glanced at Barron, the Admiral who had been brought along for a simple reason—they were invading islands, and the Navy was certain to be involved.
The teen godslayer wondered if he had any ideas on how to handle this predicament and Barron answered before Arthur could voice out the question.
"We’ll have to coordinate perfectly with the air raids. The moment the airships drop their payloads, Triton’s Ark will lead the fleet in, followed by our ground forces. We need to hit them hard from all directions."
"Why don’t I help?"
Jamie suddenly interjected, and Barron turned to him with wide eyes, clearly surprised. Jamie continued, almost as if he hadn’t noticed and casually made a suggestion while leaning back on his chair.
"I’d cast a veil over Gledea. They wouldn’t see your troops move and wouldn’t realise anything’s happening till it’s too late."
Arthur arched an eyebrow at Jamie’s sudden suggestion, posing a question.
"That’s a direct violation of the non-interference pact you guys made with the god Kings. You sure you’re alright with that?"
Jamie’s response was nothing short of amused. He gave a small chuckle, twirling a ring of energy around his fingers.
"I’ll use Cosmic Energy."
Arthur’s expression shifted from curiosity to comprehension. He understood immediately.
No one among the Aramisian god Kings had attained Cosmic Superiority. If Jamie cloaked the movement of the demons with Cosmic Energy, the god Kings wouldn’t even be able to sense it.
The veil would be invisible to them, like trying to feel the wind while wearing gloves made of stone.
Even if the god Kings later suspected a veil had been cast, they wouldn’t have any way to trace its origin. They wouldn’t know who cast it, and by the time they figured it out, the invasion would be long over.
"It’s not counted as interference unless you get caught."
Arthur spoke as he leaned back, laughing and Jamie’s grin only widened.
"Exactly."
"Why stop at cloaking? You could just teleport the demons straight to the island. No need for all this secrecy and sneaking around."
Arthur upgraded Jamie’s suggestion to one that’d give them a great advantage and Alvey, who had been quietly listening, instantly jumped in.
"That would be perfect."
If we’re them directly to WA-03, it’ll save us from burning through so much magic power and prevent us from being detected while we’re moving through Aramisian territory."
It seemed like a logical solution—one that would solve half of their problems instantly.
Moving millions of demons without the Aramisians realizing was nearly impossible, especially with the waters around the islands infused with divinity crystal shavings.
The logistics alone were staggering, and teleporting such a massive force across that distance would drain even their strongest Transcendents. They’d be crippled before the battle even began.
But Jamie’s amused expression faltered, just for a moment, before he let out a dramatic sigh.
"Sure, I could do that... but where’s the fun in it?"
Arthur stared at him, incredulous.
To Jamie, teleporting an entire army without the thrill of outmanoeuvring their enemies wasn’t entertaining.
It too the combined pleas of McEnda, Alvey and Arthur, and a few more back-and-forth exchanges, before Jamie finally sighed, feigning reluctance.
"Alright, alright. I’ll teleport the millions of demons over. But I want it on record that I’m doing this under protest."
"We’ll write you a commendation for your sacrifice."
Arthur laughed as he responded and Evan chuckled along with him as well.
Despite being present, Evan wasn’t really involved in the planning anymore. His mind was more concentrated on the huge amounts of EXP he’d gain from this attack and was road mapping his way to Level 800.
Still, he had to admit that having Jamie teleport them would solve so many problems.
Jamie possessed a Unique Esoteric Authority—an Ultimate Skill in this universe. Moving entire armies across vast distances was something he could do with little effort.
With Jamie’s agreement, their plan took final shape.
Jamie would warp the demons directly onto the islands of the Waregough Archipelago, dropping them where they were needed most.
Millions of Gozonian soldiers would land on WA-03, where Kalon was hidden among military cities. Meanwhile, Barron’s Naval Armada would warp in simultaneously, surrounding the islands with warships.
Their task would be to strike the outer defensive islands—WA-11 through WA-105—so that no one could escape or reinforce the inner islands.
The attack was set for August 6th, just seven days away.
With Jamie’s teleportation magic at play, by the time the Aramisians even realized what was happening, it would already be too late. The Gozonian army would surround them, cutting off any chance of escape.
There would be no retreat. No time to regroup. They would have only two options: to fight...or die.
