The Rise of the Black Plain

A few more days passed...

At this point, Minos' group was finally in the vicinity of the Longus family's territory!

After traveling all the way to the vicinity of this empire's border with one of its neighbors, this group was less than a day's journey from their targets.

Arriving at this point in their journey, Minos met with his people to plan the invasion of the Longus family for the last time!

...

"Tomorrow at dawn, we will all infiltrate the headquarters of our enemies," Minos said as he stood near a campfire where almost all of his people were gathered in their surroundings, sitting on the ground or tree trunks.

"Don't expect to be greeted warmly by our enemies. Don't make the mistake of thinking that everything we plan will work out.

They certainly have traps prepared for us. Their lives depend on it, so they will not be defenseless.

The success of our mission will depend not on whether we will enter that place unnoticed but on how much we will not suffer in the initial moment of the invasion." Minos said to his people.

"Remember, our enemies know my techniques. They are not as ignorant as you were when we trained days ago.

They don't know everything I'm capable of, but they know my limitations well. So you need to act with as much agility as possible.

This is a battle that, once started, must be over in 5 minutes at the most. After that, if we haven't eliminated enough people from their group, everyone here may die."

Those people heard this in silence, but most of them handled the risk of death well, given their vast experiences in the cultivation world.

All that was on the minds of several of them was to focus on what they had to do once they entered that headquarters.

They had not trained with Minos in the past few days, but they had reviewed countless times what they should do in a position like that training situation.

Spiritual Sages could train plans without moving muscles, using something called Mental Projection, where one or more Sages could join their minds together and form a mental simulation.

This could be used to train combined combat skills, synchronize movements in a combat plan, or even make a pill. The possibilities were endless.

With this ability, these men were prepared to act together, having mentally trained their plans for dozens of hours.

This gave them more confidence to face the dangers warned of by their leader.

"So be prepared for traps and the like. The easier our infiltration of that place is, the greater the dangers in our way." Minos finished talking about this and looked at Fermo.

"How are we going to get into that place?"

Fermo stood up and said. "Through the underground. We will reach a location further ahead from where we will travel to a building inside the headquarters, from where we will begin our invasion.

The tunnel we will follow is 100 meters below the surface, so our spiritual fluctuations will be imperceptible on our way.

Only when we start our climb to the surface can we be noticed.

But by then, we will already be inside the headquarters."

Everyone nodded, understanding that this was a good way to enter that place with several natural and artificial defenses.

The only downside was that they would be entering through one place and could more easily be surrounded by enemies.

So while they were talking about this and other possibilities, Fermo asked those men.

"I only ask that everyone here avoid, if possible, hitting people who are not Demigods. Our estate is large, but many of our young and less talented people who are not related to what we will do may be around at the time of the attack.

They don't need to be involved in the conflict, so try to direct the battle away from them if possible."

They were going to act only against the Demigods. Still, their movements and those of the enemies could generate remnant attacks that even had the potential to decimate that place.

But if they tried to direct the battle to a place their faction had already prepared, then everything could be done without more casualties than necessary.

The people there agreed to try, but they didn't promise much.

They would face opponents stronger than them, so they didn't have much room to make such commitments.

If they could, they would avoid bringing danger to the side of the innocent, but otherwise, they could only regret it later.

After a while, Minos said. "Very well, that is all. Fermo, please lead our invasion!"

With those words, they soon began to follow that red-winged man, quickly arriving at where they would access the tunnel that would take them inside the Longus family.

"We built this tunnel 500 years ago to protect our faction in case the patriarch's group ever turns against us, or we suffer some invasion or unexpected attack," Fermo said as his group descended what looked like a well. "The family has always had its problems, so we prepared for the worst.

I just didn't expect it to be useful at this moment... Please, Your Majesty, lead us toward a future where we don't have to go through this again!"

"I will do my best."

Thus, they began the invasion of the Longus family!

...

As Minos' group made their way through the tunnel a few dozen kilometers long from Fermo's faction, the people in his group were already gathered around the place where they would emerge.

"When will Fermo return with the chosen one?" A level 85 hybrid asked as he observed the surroundings of this area of the Longus family headquarters.

Their faction was at one end of that headquarters, where they had been relegated thousands of years ago.

The plans of this faction had always had their differences from the plans of the leader of this family, so they had prepared themselves to have as few family members as possible in their vicinity.

This faction judged that one day the Longus family would split over the racial issue, so to avoid a widespread bloodbath, they removed the family's neutrals from their position.

Around the tree where their organization was located, the trees nearby were just ordinary plant organisms with nothing in them.

The nearest tree there with residences of family members is about a kilometer away, near the other large trunks where most of the family lived.

A woman with hair over a large part of her body then answered that man, "It shouldn't be long. The patriarch's group is starting to get more and more agitated.

I believe we are days to a few weeks away from the arrival of the chosen one!

So get ready. Soon our futures will be decided!"