Although the Dark Enchanted Armament Warriors were deeply terrified of Ang's assassination methods, the Black Mages clearly would not allow their subordinates to disobey orders.
They forcibly suppressed all complaints and expanded the teams from three to ten members, hoping to restrict Ang's room to operate by increasing their numbers.
However, while the increased numbers improved their safety, they also exposed new weaknesses.
Expanding the teams meant their search area had to be spread out, leaving the camp's defenses even weaker.
Ang keenly noticed this and decisively stopped hunting the Dark Enchanted Armament Warriors, quietly shifting his target to the Black Mages.
The Black Mages were the true backbone of the Black Magic Society. Once these commanders were removed, the remaining Dark Enchanted Armament Warriors would be nothing more than tools driven by others.
Ang spent three full days hiding within the Underground Passage, quietly tracking the Black Mages' movements.
Through sounds carried through cracks in the ground, faint magical fluctuations leaking from the tents, and the paths of firelight during sentry shifts, Ang gradually figured out their resting locations.
Perhaps out of concern for their own safety, all the Black Mages' tents stood close together, forming a simple defensive ring.
During the day, they split into three teams. Two went out to search for Ang, while one remained behind to guard the camp.
At night, all the Black Mages gathered in the camp, relying on their numbers to bolster one another's courage.
"These guys are quite cautious. Unfortunately... caution isn't always useful."
Ang hid in the Underground Passage, the corner of his mouth curling slightly.
After figuring out the Black Mages' shift schedule, Ang began to act.
He gradually pushed the anti-magic array disk he carried out from the tunnel, moving with extreme care for fear of alerting any