Global Composite Master: Compositing an Undead Army from the Start

Chapter 482: Chapter 251: The Damned Prime Minister! (Five Thousand Words) _3

The moment her words landed, the temperature in the entire Prime Minister’s Mansion suddenly plummeted, as if it were the dead of winter. The chill caused goosebumps to erupt on everyone, and they found it hard to adapt.

“Grand Marshal, what is the meaning of this? I don’t quite understand. His Majesty is my own nephew. I owe my current position entirely to him. How could I possibly dare to act against him?”

Larseis was bewildered by Erice’s unprovoked threat, his mind a whirl of questions. He truly didn’t understand what was happening.

“Hmph! It’s best you understand that. Don’t assume that just because you’ve grasped some authority, you can start disrespecting your superiors! Thinking of taking his place? I’m not dead yet!”

Erice’s slender, fair hand suddenly clenched empty air. With a deafening RUMBLE, the massive wrought iron statue within the Prime Minister’s Mansion—a life-sized replica of Larseis—was crushed as if it were cotton. Erice remotely squeezed it into a small, dense ball.

The sheer power required to compress such a massive wrought iron statue into so small a ball was terrifyingly immense, truly beyond the imagination of an ordinary person. If Erice were to apply such force to a human body, it would likely be crushed into a pulp of flesh and blood in an instant.

Larseis gazed at the wrought iron statue, now a small, compressed ball, his heart filled with shock and terror. This was the first time he had clearly witnessed Grand Marshal Erice’s power. Previously, he had only heard tales of Erice’s glorious and formidable achievements. Now, having witnessed it firsthand, he had a much clearer perception: the power Erice possessed was indeed far beyond his imagination; her capabilities were simply beyond comparison for an ordinary person.

The atmosphere in the Prime Minister’s Mansion fell deathly silent. Everyone felt this immense pressure, as if the very air had solidified. Fear and unease flickered across everyone’s faces; no one dared to look directly at the formidable Grand Marshal.

Having delivered her warning, Erice departed. She hadn’t come to seek confirmation or listen to Larseis’s explanations. Knowing that the truth of the matter was now unverifiable, pursuing it further would merely be a waste of time. She only needed to deliver the warning.

Only after Erice had left did the temperature in the Prime Minister’s Mansion finally return to normal. Larseis collapsed onto the soft chaise behind him, taking several deep breaths. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and frantically wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Just moments ago, he had truly felt as if he could be killed at any second.

Once he had caught his breath, he immediately roared, “Guards!”

The Grand Marshal’s sudden appearance was clearly for a reason. He naturally had to investigate the cause immediately…

「Outside the Imperial City.」

Chen Mo and his group, now bolstered by the addition of two Imperial Marshals and eight Imperial Generals, were making exceptionally smooth progress. Along the way, any Imperial Army units daring to obstruct them were swiftly handled whenever these eight Imperial Generals stepped forward. Not only did they avoid further battles en route, but their contingent actually grew larger as they advanced. Their ranks had now swelled to double their original size.

However, despite their smooth progress, a significant obstacle still lay ahead. This was the checkpoint guarded by the Young Marshal—the last of the four Imperial Marshals yet to reveal himself!

This checkpoint was strategically located between the three major cities and the Imperial City, serving as a crucial defensive bastion. It was also the greatest impediment for any enemy force that had breached the empire’s borders and was advancing towards the Imperial City. The checkpoint’s garrison wasn’t particularly large, yet it remained impregnable—easy to defend but incredibly difficult to assault. This was primarily due to the various powerful restrictive Arrays and enchantments surrounding the checkpoint. Even the structures within the checkpoint itself had been heavily fortified.

Combined with the personal guard of the extraordinary Young Marshal, who possessed profound mastery over Formations and enchantment abilities, breaching this pass would be incredibly difficult, likely costing them dearly.

Moreover, rumor had it that this Young Marshal was no ordinary Formation Mage; he was exceptionally talented and possessed astonishing Magic talent. It was said he could single-handedly cast world-destroying Spells of matchless power. Aina’s minor forbidden curse, when compared to his genuine forbidden curse, was simply not in the same league.

His name was Essien. Though young in age, he wielded immeasurable power. His appearance was not much different from that of an ordinary youth: hair as black as night and eyes that glinted with a sharp light. His handsome face bore a trace of coldness and pride. When he stood upon the checkpoint, his black robe fluttering, Magic Wand in hand, exuding an air of dominance, his very presence seemed to envelop the entire checkpoint.

A sense of awe arose in the hearts of all who beheld him. Even the most valiant warriors felt a profound sense of pressure when facing this Young Marshal. Anyone familiar with this Young Marshal knew the terrifying combat power he could unleash single-handedly. Especially when positioned within the various amplifying Formations he himself had arranged, the true extent of his strength was simply unimaginable! His presence alone could evoke the intimidating pressure of a million-strong army!

This checkpoint would not be breached easily, and any confrontation with Essien was destined to be a heart-stopping battle!

Albert and Michael turned to Chen Mo and Lilith and said, “When Essien is within the Formations he has set, he is undoubtedly the most powerful individual in the empire, second only to the Grand Marshal! Launching a strong attack on this checkpoint will be exceedingly difficult! Please allow us to try negotiating with him first.”

Ryan and Lilith listened to Albert and Michael, then exchanged a look, a hint of solemnity on their faces. They, too, had heard of this formidable Young Marshal and the Formations he commanded. They agreed that attempting to negotiate first was the best approach.

However, Katerina, the silver-armored and valiant Holy Knight General, suddenly stepped forward. “Essien may be young, but he’s incredibly stubborn,” she said. “Moreover, he has a peculiar trait: the stronger his opponent, the more excited he becomes. Trying to persuade him to grant us passage directly is likely impossible!”