Whoosh!
An hour earlier, twenty kilometers from Sea-Gate Cliff.
Listening to the wind whistling past the window, John glanced through the rearview mirror at the Bloodhowl Legion, whose dark shapes were faintly visible behind him. He lit a cigarette for himself and slammed the accelerator to the floor.
Half an hour earlier, to prevent any mishap in the following battle plan from getting everyone in the 14th Squad killed alongside him, he had used his authority as commander to force Charlie to knock out Wendy, who had tried to accompany him on this operation.
He then had her and every member of the 14th Squad assigned to escort him withdraw from this location, which could come under enemy naval bombardment at any moment, leaving him to personally carry out the next stage of the plan to lure the enemy deeper in.
Just as he had anticipated, Gromas had split off part of his forces to pin down any Empire troops that might return to provide support, while personally leading the remaining main force in pursuit of the "retreating" John.
Mounted wolves began steadily closing the distance between them with their powerful limbs.
At their current speed, barring any surprises, they would need only another twenty-five minutes to close in to attack range.
And when that happened, John would likely be met by every sort of magic and projectile attack. If his driving skills were lacking, it would not be impossible for him to be killed in a wreck on the spot.
"Still, I won't let that happen."
After all, the original withdrawal order had bought him three hours of rest. The mental strain caused by his earlier continuous command had now been greatly relieved, allowing him to deploy the Analysis Spell Formation and Magic Eye Spell once more.
With those