The Strongest Student of the Weakest Academy - Chapter 338

Chapter 338: Preparations For The Attack!

“Is everyone gathered?”

I asked calmly.

Christina stood before me, her golden armor shining faintly under the dim light. Her blonde hair was tied back neatly, a confident smile resting on her lips.

“Yes! All of them are awaiting your appearance,” she replied with a small smile.

I nodded lightly at her before I adjusted my robes slighly.

I was wearing a black… hanfu, yes, a hanfu…

The only thing special about this was the enormous magic protection it had; it could hold a single attack from an 8✯ True God!

And it was also Christina who bought me this.

But yeah, I told her to gather everyone she had recruited, as today, during the night, it was finally the time for our attack against the Seraphic Division.

From my memories, their hidden bases were on top of the Mountain of Glory… which was about to become the Mountain of Disaster.

But well..

I need to give a little speech to increase the morale of those guys.

I gave her a small glance, and she looked away quickly, pretending to be focused on the soldiers outside.

“Let’s go,” I muttered, fixing my sleeves before stepping forward.

The metallic sound of her armor followed behind me as we walked down the corridor leading to the open training field.

The doors opened, and a gust of night air hit me.

Outside, hundreds of gods stood lined up, rows upon rows of them, their golden and silver armors glimmering faintly under the moonlight.

But when their eyes turned to me, their faces twisted in complete confusion.

“That’s him?”

“His aura feels… weak.”

“Are you sure he’s the one leading us?”

Their eyes lingered on me, a man in a simple black robe, no glowing weapons, no divine aura spilling out.

Just… ordinary.

Christina’s jaw tightened slightly, her eyes darting across the crowd, but I simply smiled faintly.

Let them doubt.

Doubt makes the moment of revelation taste better.

I stepped forward, each sound of my footsteps echoing sharply against the marble ground. Then, I stopped right in front of them all and looked around.

Hundreds of faces.

Hundreds of voices waiting for a reason to believe.

“All of you gathered here…” I began slowly, my voice calm, cutting through the murmurs, making them shut up as they locked onto me.

“You’ve seen gods stronger than me. You’ve heard names greater than mine. But tell me something…”

I paused, my gaze sweeping through them.

“How many of those so-called gods ever looked you in the eye and promised victory?”

Silence.

“How many of them fought beside you? Not above you. Not behind their walls of titles and thrones. But with you?”

A few eyes lifted, and some of the whispers stopped.

I let out a slow breath, then smiled faintly.

“I won’t promise that tonight will be easy. I won’t promise you’ll all survive. Because we’re going to war, and war doesn’t care about promises.”

I stepped forward again, feeling my mana pulse slightly in the air.

“But what I will promise…” My tone dropped, deeper, sharper. “…is that every drop of blood spilled tonight will mean something. Every wound, every scream, every fallen brother or sister, it will all lead to one truth.”

I raised my hand, and faint silver mist began to curl around me, the air vibrating gently.

“That the Seraphic Division… will fall.”

A faint tremor ran across the ground.

My voice didn’t rise, but the mana in the air did.

“I don’t need gods who hide behind faith. I don’t need believers who bow to power. I need fighters — people who will look at the heavens and say, ‘No more.'”

The wind grew colder.

The silver mist thickened, turning into waves of light, pressing down on the air.

Some of them took a step back, their bodies trembling slightly.

Then, I pointed my sword to the sky.

“The Seraphic Division built their thrones on the corpses of the weak. They thought power made them untouchable. But power without heart… is nothing. And tonight—”

My aura flared, brighter, heavier, rising from my body like a silver storm.

“—We’ll show them what true gods look like!”

BOOOOOOM!

The ground cracked beneath my feet as my divine aura exploded outward.

The night sky trembled, waves of pressure washing through the air.

Dust and loose stones lifted from the ground, floating for a moment before being pushed away by the sheer force of it.

Dozens of gods fell to one knee instantly, gasping for breath.

The weaker ones even dropped completely, their heads bowed against the force pressing down on them.

Their eyes, which had been filled with doubt before… now widened in awe.

This was no weakling.

This was someone who had walked through blood and hell to reach this point.

I looked down at them, my robe fluttering in the storm of my own energy.

“Stand up,” I ordered, my voice calm again.

“Raise your heads. You are not sheep following a shepherd. You are blades drawn from the forge of battle.”

For a small moment, there was complete silence…

But it quickly ended.

“ALL HAIL!”

A single shout broke the stillness.

“ALL HAIL!”

Then another.

“ALL HAIL!”

Soon, hundreds of voices roared across the mountain, echoing into the night sky like thunder.

Christina stood beside me, her lips curving into a small, proud smile as she clapped softly.

I turned my eyes toward the distance, towards the direction of where the so-called Mountain of Glory was.

“Let’s depart now!”

The sky shivered as I flew up to it.

And with that command, the entire army took to the air, thousands of divine wings opening at once, flooding the sky with the light of war.

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It didn’t take us long to reach the mountain, but I didn’t let anyone make a move that first day.

Attacking head-on would’ve been nothing short of suicide.

Even from a distance, I could see how well fortified their bastion was; there were divine barriers layered like some kind of divine armor, and watchful eyes scanning every ridge.

At least, two hundred gods guarded the outer slopes, and their senses were sharp enough to catch a falling leaf.

Another three hundred held the mid-layer, organized, disciplined, and ready to intercept any intruder.

The rest, seven hundred more, waited in the core of the mountain, near the core chambers where their leader was seated.

That fucking bastard…

I can’t wait to fucking slice him into pieces.

So yeah, charging in now would be foolish.

Instead, we disappeared into a quiet place that I remembered once when my plan to attack them in one of my previous reincarnations went wrong.

This place was in a ravine cloaked by thick mist, where even divine sight struggled to pierce through.

It was there that we built a small, hidden base, a cluster of tents and wards.

I stood at the center, studying the faint outline of the mountain through the fog. Its peak shimmered faintly under the moonlight, as if mocking us.

“Christina,” I said, turning to her.

“Call them. The stronger ones you hired.”

She nodded, pressing her palm to a silver crystal that pulsed in her hand.

Moments later, streams of light formed around us, gods stepping through from distant realms.

I didn’t waste their time.

With a flick of my wrist, I projected a glowing image of the mountain into the air, every slope, every chamber rendered in pale blue fire.

“Their defense is layered in three rings,” I began.

“The first is a scouting line. Hundreds of low-tier gods, around the low-to-peak level, are patrolled the outer slopes. We’ll bypass them entirely. The fog from the eastern ravine will be our cover—it disrupts divine sight and weakens detection spells.”

I traced a narrow route up the illusory mountain, glowing faintly under my touch.

“We’ll move along this path. Once we hit the mid-layer, we split into three divisions. The first takes out the barrier cores here, here, and here. Each one’s guarded by about a dozen 2✯ True Gods. The second division creates chaos above, faking an assault from the summit. Make them believe they’re surrounded.”

Then I tapped the mountain’s core, which was colored red.

“The strongest group will strike here. That’s where their leader hides. There’s a divine conduit beneath the chamber, an ancient nexus that feeds the whole fortress. Destroy it, and the entire mountain collapses.”

I looked up, meeting their eyes one by one.

“We do this cleanly. No heroics. No hesitation. By dawn, this mountain will fall.”

Silence.

Then, one by one, the gods nodded, bowing their heads.

“We won’t disappoint you,” one said, and the others echoed him.

I smiled lightly.

“Good.”

Then my gaze found Christina.

She looked a little exhausted but determined. I reached out, resting a hand lightly on her head.

“You’ve done well.”

Her eyes met mine, but I averted my gaze as it had already gone cold.

“Tomorrow at dawn,” I muttered, turning toward the mountain, “this place will be a mountain of corpses.”