After watching their comrades die without any resistance the enemy team immediately understood that something was wrong.

"Attain formation no.1, The Deadly Pentagon." One of them spoke.

Immediately 5 soldiers surrounded anon from 5 sides making him unable to see all five of them at once.

'Keeping your distance huh...? Intelligent.'

Anon can only see about only 3 of them at once.

"Intresting...if you want to play that way, i am fine with it too." Anon said as he closed his eyes.

'These guys are working in coordination with each other, they don't have a boss or a leading figure.'

"Soldiers, Aim." At this command all five of them pointed their daggers at anon.

"Kill." He said in a chilled tone.

*Swish*

Five blades flew at anon from five different directions.

🎵 There lived a certain man, in russia long ago🎵

Opening his eyes suddenly anon swings his sickles in a semi-circle pattern from both sides.

*Tang*

*Tang*

*Tang*

*Tang*

*Tang*

Every blade was reflected back to the direction they came from.

"Dodge..."

The enemies immediately dodged the blades.

"Kunai rain." He said.

These words immediately got anon's attention.

'Kunai ? Is this the same thing i am thinking that it is ?'

Immediately all five of them pulled out 10 kunais from there bags.

'Hahaha....this is getting intresting and dangerous at the same time.'

Suddenly all of them throwed their kunais towards anon but this time they didn't throw them directly at him, instead they throwed them above his head and all of the kunais that were falling from the sky looked like rain droplets.

In a very short time the kunais reached a deadly speed from the free falling.

If they hit Anon they won't kill him but they can injure him at various parts of his body.

🎵 He was big and strong, in his eyes a flaming glow 🎵. His singing sound grew with every note.

Anon immediately understood what he had to do next and joined the two sickles together from the end of their handles and started spinning them at a very high speed over his head.

The spinning sickles worked like an umbrella that protected anon from every single kunai and deflected them towards the guards.

*Chk*

*Chk*

Two kunais pierced through one of their soldiers that died immediately after the kunais burst out of his throat and stomach at the same time.

Three dead not even a single sound. Are they on drugs or something...?

The soldier who just died was replaced with another soldier immediately.

🎵 Most people looked at him with terror and with fear.🎵

🎵 But to Moscow chicks he was such a lovely dear.🎵

"Soldiers, Aim your swords."

5 of them pulled out their swords from their sheaths and pointed at anon.

Anon suddenly turned towards a guard and used...

<Hypnosis>

[Skill Didn't worked on the target, due to mind corruption resistance]

'As expected.'

'How much more time no.300 ?' anon asked.

'Master we are on our way.'

An army of over 5000 ogres appeared out of nowhere that was heading towards the city.

All of them were riding on black direwolfs and no.300 is on a red direwolf that looked like their leader.

Some of the scouts that were moving ahead of the group holded torches in their hands to lookout for any ambush in the way.

FOURTH RING... INSIDE THE MAGE TOWER.

*Ting-Ting* *Ting-Ting*

A big bell rang so loudly that woke up every sleeping soul inside the tower.

an old man around 70 immediately reached at the top of the tower where two other old mans are waiting and looking towards the boundaries of the city.

"What's happening, Sir Gin ?"

An old man around 60 with blonde hairs looked at another old man and spoke.

"Sir Derren, Our magic sensors sensed a very big army of powerful monsters coming towards us with an incredible speed."

"When did we sense them...?"

"Right now, at this very moment."

"What nonsense ? Did they appeared out of nowhere ?" Derren asked in confusion.

"I don't know." Gin shouted.

"Gentlemen, if we kept fighting like little children the whole city will be in runes...in about 20 minutes that wave of monsters will hit the first ring's wall.

We will deploy the 7th protection array, call every single mage from the tower, i don't care who. Mages in training, Newbies even the first years, call every single one of them or we will not survive this." The third old man who looked ancient and had long white hairs and beard growing down to his knees spoke in a very serious tone.

"Yes, Sir Vermin." Both of them bowed on his orders.

As vermin was about to leave Derren asked.

"Sir vermin, What is the threat level?"

Vermin immediately stopped and looked at Derren.

"The last time i saw something like this was 500 years ago and at that time my superiors called it 'DIVINE-LEVEL' Threat."

Listening to these words a chill ran down his spine as both of them looked at vermin leave.

After leaving the sight vermin entered his room, his calm figure immediately broke down as he started panicking to death.

Sweat covered his face, he flipped the pages of a thick book at an incredible speed.

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK.... This is absurd, will this city survive this night ? I should inform the king."

Vermin immediately pulled out a blank paper from the book and started writing a letter to the king.

After writing a short letter, vermin immediately summoned a pigeon out of nowhere and binded the letter to it's left leg.

"My friend fly faster then the air itself." He said as he released the pigeon outside the window.

The pigeon immediately attained an incredible speed as it flew towards the inner ring.

Vermin also attained his calm posture again as he exits his room.

Many students can now be seen running throughout the hallways that were empty just a moment ago.

Vermin started walking towards the underground section of the tower where normal teachers and students are not permitted.

"I greet, sir vermin."

"Sir vermin, please accept this disciple's-"

"Yes, yes good morning, good night, get your magic wands, mana potions and assemble at the magic training grounds in 5 minutes." Vermin spoke in a very harsh tone as he left the hall swiftly.

"Is he really vermin the wise, the headmaster ?" A student asked.

"Hmm... that's what they say but where are all the teachers ?"

After reaching in front of a big room at the end of an underground hallway, vermin immediately pulled out a key from his pocket and opened the door.

As soon as he entered inside he saw 12 people waiting for him sitting on a long table.

All of them stood up in his honour and respect but vermin immediately showed them his hand and gave them the sign to sit down.

"Ladies and gentlemen, you all know what is coming for us tonight."

All of them nodded in yes.

"Good since we are very short on time, i will just say one thing.

Any house is made on it's foundation and for this mage tower you are it's foundation. Today either we run leaving our house or we fight till death. What do you all say, i would like to hear your opinion."

"We, will fight sir Vermin." All of them spoke in unison.

"Very good, as expected of my elite teachers. Ladies and gentlemen this the 'LAST STAND.' Today we will fight."

"Yes." All of them spoke as they left the chamber.

"Gon..." Vermin called out to a young man who was around 23, black hairs, green eyes and a cute face.

"Yes, Sir Vermin ?"

"You are young you have great potential you should move to the 7th ring now or it will be your last night."

"Sir, today will be the test of my potential and how can i miss a test." He said eith a smile as he left the room.

"Hahaha..." Vermin laughed in a low voice as he also left the room.

On the outskirts....

"No.299 how much time is left until we reach ?" No.300 asked the ogre that was riding beside her.

"Boss, if master is 20 Kilometres from here and it takes us 1 minute to cover 1 Kilometre then-"

"Don't teach me...just speak what is asked of you."

"Around 20 minutes boss."

"Good...i want to kill every single one of them who dared to even think of killing our majesty."

"But boss why did we bring such low numbers....? We should've called all of our brothers and sisters to help us."

"No...master told me to bring only five thirty of us ?" No.300 spoke.

"What ?" No.299 asked in confusion.

"Yes...master told me keep our numbers low if we go over 550 the city mages will know of our presence and attack us."

"But you ordered me to bring five and three zero soldiers." No.299 spoke in a frustrated manner.

"Yeah and after sometime someone told me that it was called five hundred thirty."

"Fuck...." No.299 spoke.

No.299 thought he had to assemble 5000 soldiers on his boss's orders but he misunderstood.

"We have to send some soldiers back." No.299 spoke.

"What ?" No.300 asked in confusion.

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