Jason's idea was reasonable, and the next few days were spent on preparing suitable tactics to make use of all kinds of feasible ideas.
In the end, most tactics remained relatively simple. First, the tribe chiefs became the commanders of their own unit that, in fact, consisted of their former village's villagers.
This was something that had been decided mutually between the villagers and the chief based on the compatibility and trust they had with each other.
Throwing all combatants into one army without a combatant, all of a sudden would only worsen their combat prowess because everyone had to get to know each other first, otherwise, their teamwork would be horrendous.
With that in mind, Brell had decided that the tribe chiefs would lead their tribe into battle, allowing them to focus on attack strategies and combat training instead of other distracting factors. Afterward, a few promising combatants out of each village were put together to form units that solely focussed on long-range attacks, ȧssassination or supporting others.
Furthermore, there was a unit that was supposed to overwhelm the powerhouses Jason would try to pick out of the entire army of the Oceanfolk before provoking them.
Owing to this, they would be inclined to pursue him, which was exactly what Jason wanted.
Taking out the strongest foes, in the beginning, was the most feasible because the other Mewi were strong enough to face their opponents.
At least that was the case after he had freed the mana vein of the ocean materials that had blocked and corroded the vein, deteriorating the mana it could release.
Because of that, Jason was sure that there wouldn't be any issues if the Mewi had to face multiple opponents at the same cultivation base.
If that were to be a problem after everything he did, nothing could save the Mewi anymore.
The days quickly passed and by sparring with Brell, and groups of Mewi alone, Jason was improving his control over the foresight blessing that was even weirder than he first ȧssumed.
There were things he didn't understand about it, but he was glad that the blessing seemed to work without any issues.
Improving his control over the foresight blessing was extremely arduous, and his head was aching more often than before.
In the end, there were things he couldn't control, and that was exactly what he found to be fuċkėd up.
Thinking that he had finally understood the profoundness with which the Chaos obelisk was constructed, Jason was sure that the creator, or creators of the Dungeon of the Primordial Descendant were beings comparable to Gods.
If he was ȧssuming correctly, beings like his father from the Celestia race were comparable to the creators, or Gods. Thus, if one race like that existed, how high was the chance that multiple races that solely consisted of Gods could exist?
The sole thought about the possibility of the existence of multiple God races overwhelmed Jason.
However, at the same time, most beings had a different interpretation of God. When was the time one would break through the threshold of a mortal existence and ascend to becoming a God? Would one require a specific amount of strength, a cultivation base, affinities? Abilities? What even was a God, to begin with?
Jason was not sure of that himself, but he felt that the Primordial beings were something that would be considered Gods, in any kind of possible interpretation of this seemingly simple word.
They were able to create life, control everything, and they could end everything.
That was at least what Jason imagined when he thought about Primordial beings, and he couldn't help but feel a little bit flabbergasted.
Feeling chills spreading all over his body, Jason shook his head, averting his attention back to the gathering that was being held.
Yet, considering that the moon was extremely close to them, Jason thought that this was the reason behind the brightness surrounding him.
As he was gazing at the silver moon, Artemis, who was inside his soul world, was excited and wanted to emerge in front of everyone, and decrease the distance to the moon by flying towards it.
Her instincts told her that she would become much stronger the closer she was to the moon, and Jason felt that he should let her.
That was because the moonlight affinity became stronger at night, even more so once moonlight shone on him.
This only increased the brighter the moonlight was. As such, given that it was the first full silver moon in ages, tonight the moonlight affinity would be the strongest.
Because of that, Jason was extremely calm and ready to fight the entire army of the Oceanfolk, alone, if necessary.
However, this feeling was something that would vanish once he would encounter the Elite Deepsea Scia, and Jason was fully aware of this.
The Elite of the Oceanfolk army were the worst opponents he had to face, and that was exactly the reason why he wanted Brell's help and that of the other strongest combatants of the Mewi race.
Separating the powerhouses from the main unit of the army before they could devastate the defenses of the shelter was the most logical thing to do, even at the risk of facing instant death.
But that was unlikely to happen, considering that the second trial of the Dungeon wouldn't be easier than the first one!
With that in mind, Jason was preparing himself mentally, only to hear someone shouting something from the wall's direction.
"THEY'RE HERE!!" One of the Soldiers standing on top of the walls shouted, amplifying his voice through mana.
The amplified voice reverberated through the entire shelter, causing many Mewi to stiffen.
Fortunately, everyone calmed down shortly after, understanding that it would take a bit until the Oceanfolk would reach them.
In fact, it wouldn't be the entire Oceanfolk army that would reach them at once, which was quite an advantage because they would first have to realize that their villages were emptied and that all of the villagers had moved to a single shelter.
By the time the Oceanfolk would realize that the ȧssassins would already start wreaking havoc.
Now, the Oceanfolk were just emerging from the ponds they had artificially created as well as the river, and the soldier who was standing on top of the wall had just relayed the message given by the chain of scouts that had been in the open, observing everything.
After everyone was informed that the army of the Oceanfolk arrived, exactly as the Sacred Squirrel had foretold them, Brell got up from his chair.
Taking a deep breath, he looked around and his serious expression caused everyone to momentarily stiffen before they listened intently, awaiting a motivational speech.
Yet, what followed after was not a simple speech, but Brell's amplified voice that reverberated through the entire shelter, shaking every Mewi, causing their mana body to tremble in excitement.
"Let me say one thing to all of you; We will never give up, and will get up the moment we fall down. Everyone has loved ones to protect, and in order to survive, we shall make the Oceanfolk bleed! BRAVE MEWI, LET'S SHOW THE OCEANFOLK THAT WE ARE NOT TO BE TAKEN LIGHTLY!!"
Even Jason couldn't help but feel his body shake when Brell shouted out the last sentence, only for thunderous voices of tens of thousand Mewi to bellow in unison.
"Let there be carnage!!"
Jason's idea was reasonable, and the next few days were spent on preparing suitable tactics to make use of all kinds of feasible ideas.
In the end, most tactics remained relatively simple. First, the tribe chiefs became the commanders of their own unit that, in fact, consisted of their former village's villagers.
This was something that had been decided mutually between the villagers and the chief based on the compatibility and trust they had with each other.
Throwing all combatants into one army without a combatant, all of a sudden would only worsen their combat prowess because everyone had to get to know each other first, otherwise, their teamwork would be horrendous.
With that in mind, Brell had decided that the tribe chiefs would lead their tribe into battle, allowing them to focus on attack strategies and combat training instead of other distracting factors. Afterward, a few promising combatants out of each village were put together to form units that solely focussed on long-range attacks, ȧssassination or supporting others.
Furthermore, there was a unit that was supposed to overwhelm the powerhouses Jason would try to pick out of the entire army of the Oceanfolk before provoking them.
Owing to this, they would be inclined to pursue him, which was exactly what Jason wanted.
Taking out the strongest foes, in the beginning, was the most feasible because the other Mewi were strong enough to face their opponents.
At least that was the case after he had freed the mana vein of the ocean materials that had blocked and corroded the vein, deteriorating the mana it could release.
Because of that, Jason was sure that there wouldn't be any issues if the Mewi had to face multiple opponents at the same cultivation base.
If that were to be a problem after everything he did, nothing could save the Mewi anymore.
The days quickly passed and by sparring with Brell, and groups of Mewi alone, Jason was improving his control over the foresight blessing that was even weirder than he first ȧssumed.
There were things he didn't understand about it, but he was glad that the blessing seemed to work without any issues.
Improving his control over the foresight blessing was extremely arduous, and his head was aching more often than before.
In the end, there were things he couldn't control, and that was exactly what he found to be fuċkėd up.
Thinking that he had finally understood the profoundness with which the Chaos obelisk was constructed, Jason was sure that the creator, or creators of the Dungeon of the Primordial Descendant were beings comparable to Gods.
If he was ȧssuming correctly, beings like his father from the Celestia race were comparable to the creators, or Gods. Thus, if one race like that existed, how high was the chance that multiple races that solely consisted of Gods could exist?
The sole thought about the possibility of the existence of multiple God races overwhelmed Jason.
However, at the same time, most beings had a different interpretation of God. When was the time one would break through the threshold of a mortal existence and ascend to becoming a God? Would one require a specific amount of strength, a cultivation base, affinities? Abilities? What even was a God, to begin with?
Jason was not sure of that himself, but he felt that the Primordial beings were something that would be considered Gods, in any kind of possible interpretation of this seemingly simple word.
They were able to create life, control everything, and they could end everything.
That was at least what Jason imagined when he thought about Primordial beings, and he couldn't help but feel a little bit flabbergasted.
Feeling chills spreading all over his body, Jason shook his head, averting his attention back to the gathering that was being held.
Yet, considering that the moon was extremely close to them, Jason thought that this was the reason behind the brightness surrounding him.
As he was gazing at the silver moon, Artemis, who was inside his soul world, was excited and wanted to emerge in front of everyone, and decrease the distance to the moon by flying towards it.
Her instincts told her that she would become much stronger the closer she was to the moon, and Jason felt that he should let her.
That was because the moonlight affinity became stronger at night, even more so once moonlight shone on him.
This only increased the brighter the moonlight was. As such, given that it was the first full silver moon in ages, tonight the moonlight affinity would be the strongest.
Because of that, Jason was extremely calm and ready to fight the entire army of the Oceanfolk, alone, if necessary.
However, this feeling was something that would vanish once he would encounter the Elite Deepsea Scia, and Jason was fully aware of this.
The Elite of the Oceanfolk army were the worst opponents he had to face, and that was exactly the reason why he wanted Brell's help and that of the other strongest combatants of the Mewi race.
Separating the powerhouses from the main unit of the army before they could devastate the defenses of the shelter was the most logical thing to do, even at the risk of facing instant death.
But that was unlikely to happen, considering that the second trial of the Dungeon wouldn't be easier than the first one!
With that in mind, Jason was preparing himself mentally, only to hear someone shouting something from the wall's direction.
"THEY'RE HERE!!" One of the Soldiers standing on top of the walls shouted, amplifying his voice through mana.
The amplified voice reverberated through the entire shelter, causing many Mewi to stiffen.
Fortunately, everyone calmed down shortly after, understanding that it would take a bit until the Oceanfolk would reach them.
In fact, it wouldn't be the entire Oceanfolk army that would reach them at once, which was quite an advantage because they would first have to realize that their villages were emptied and that all of the villagers had moved to a single shelter.
By the time the Oceanfolk would realize that the ȧssassins would already start wreaking havoc.
Now, the Oceanfolk were just emerging from the ponds they had artificially created as well as the river, and the soldier who was standing on top of the wall had just relayed the message given by the chain of scouts that had been in the open, observing everything.
After everyone was informed that the army of the Oceanfolk arrived, exactly as the Sacred Squirrel had foretold them, Brell got up from his chair.
Taking a deep breath, he looked around and his serious expression caused everyone to momentarily stiffen before they listened intently, awaiting a motivational speech.
Yet, what followed after was not a simple speech, but Brell's amplified voice that reverberated through the entire shelter, shaking every Mewi, causing their mana body to tremble in excitement.
"Let me say one thing to all of you; We will never give up, and will get up the moment we fall down. Everyone has loved ones to protect, and in order to survive, we shall make the Oceanfolk bleed! BRAVE MEWI, LET'S SHOW THE OCEANFOLK THAT WE ARE NOT TO BE TAKEN LIGHTLY!!"
Even Jason couldn't help but feel his body shake when Brell shouted out the last sentence, only for thunderous voices of tens of thousand Mewi to bellow in unison.
"Let there be carnage!!"
