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After passing through, a rumbling sound continued to echo behind them. Indeed, the atmosphere of the military camp had been thrown into chaos by the surprise attack, and it was through this opportunity that Freyr and the others managed to enter the core area of the camp.
After searching around, they found no military flags present. Typically, military flags are guarded by many skilled soldiers, but it was also possible that the flags had been moved. Even so, the surrounding atmosphere would still differ from other areas.
As they ventured deeper into the camp, the number of guards decreased slightly. Perhaps due to the nighttime ambush, many soldiers had been drawn to the front entrance, where an intense battle was taking place. The true purpose of this battle was merely to enhance combat and strategic abilities, so it was unlikely that real weapons would be used.
The bullets had been replaced with blanks, hitting tubes filled with marble quartz that leaked gas when struck. This way, personnel observing from a distance could immediately cancel a soldier's combat capability upon seeing the reaction. Such measures helped to reduce unnecessary chaos during military exercises.
After spending about ten more minutes searching, many in the group were aware of the risks involved in exploring someone else's territory. Not long after they began walking again, one of them noticed something amiss; they had already reached the center of the military camp. Continuing forward might lead them into further trouble, as there could be Scouts nearby observing them.
The situation with the Scouts was quite special; powerful Scouts possessed unique movements that allowed them to remain undetected by those around them. Their stealthy steps could even give them an advantage during combat, as they moved without making any noise. The strength of their stealth lay in their ability to act quickly and silently, like a breath held in a lifeless body.
With Scouts using such stealth techniques nearby, Freyr felt a chill creeping up his neck, as if an icy blade were pressed against him—a penetrating cold that made him acutely aware of his vulnerability. At that moment, he couldn't formulate any strategies against their stealth.
If it were just their stealth alone, it wouldn't be too difficult to handle. However, he feared that some Scout soldiers might also employ Limb Curve skills—creating multiple afterimages through their movements. In reality, each afterimage carried warmth like temperature readings; although only one was real among them, Scouts could strike like assassins ready to deliver lethal blows at any moment. If they chose to act, they could easily plunge a knife into an enemy's heart and withdraw it gently while waiting for their prey to succumb.
The thinking-based attack blind spots created by Limb Curve were among the hardest to counter. Scouts were often the most enigmatic individuals within any military camp; they typically executed war criminals or undertook missions for specific purposes. They deliberately avoided crowds to cultivate a sense of detachment. As Scouts, personal feelings were not permitted; spending too much time within a unit could lead to emotional attachments—this was the unfortunate reality of their unique profession. They were demons of the region and executioners.
Freyr understood that if their opponents were Scouts like these, their entire mission would likely end in failure—not necessarily death—but even on the battlefield, these individuals could keep you alive even if you bit your tongue off in desperation. Once a mission failed, they would bear various consequences: one possibility being desertion and another betrayal, which could lead directly to a military tribunal.
"We've been spotted," Nosty said awkwardly with a chuckle. "Even though there's no movement, I can feel the killing intent."
At this point, Froth suddenly slapped his forehead with force in a manner that left everyone else incredulous. He then laughed and said, "I've found it! The military flag is right there on that pole! It's entirely black and hard to see against the night backdrop. But if we can bring it down now, we will win! The armed structure of this military camp will completely collapse."
"That may be true, but we are just one step away from pulling down the flag on the pole," Aeros said calmly.
As soon as the words left his mouth, he reached for the rope on the pole. At that moment, everyone felt a chill run down their spines, a wave of icy air sweeping over them. The coldness was so intense that it numbed the skin at the back of their heads, a palpable killing intent that rendered many unable to even move their fingers.
From the depths of the darkness emerged a young man dressed in black, wearing glasses and exuding an air of refinement. At first glance, his face did not seem to belong to a deadly assassin. However, as that aura emanated from him, it became clear that he was likely one of the scouts about to confront them. "This won't do. If you pull down the flag, we will lose. So I suggest you leave quickly. Of course, if you insist on staying here to carry out what seems like a possible mission, then you can remain here forever."
With that, he revealed his true form. The shadow that had been moving around them was indeed influenced by the Limb Curve effect; only after processing this did they realize the truth.
As expected, behind this scout were several other seemingly concealed scout soldiers. Despite using stealthy movements, they appeared ghostly, fixated on their prey with deep-set eyes that seemed to drip with blood.
Freyr chuckled softly and asked, "Are you their leader?"
The young man’s face was poetic in appearance, but his true nature was something else entirely. He was actually a doll-faced scout who looked somewhat youthful. He smiled slightly, giving off an impression of casualness. "Yes, that's me."
"Then you've come to the right person. Have your subordinates step back ten meters. Let's make a wager: if you can defeat me, we will leave; but if you lose, we will take down the flag and declare victory for the Crimson Dragon Army."
The doll-faced scout narrowed his cold eyes and replied firmly, "Why should I gamble with you? If I knock you all down, no one will have any foolish thoughts of suicidal attempts."
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