Man With Super Medical Skill novel Chapter 3087

Blades of chilling sword energy suddenly materialized, their dazzling light converging on the Ghost Mask. A pitiful scream escaped as black light swirled around the mask. Its resentful roar echoed through the valley. "Impossible! An ancient divine weapon reappearing in this world?"

Then, the Ghost Mask slipped off Matthew's face and dropped to the ground. The mask returned to its ordinary state.

As Matthew's pale cheeks slowly regained color and his blood-red eyes settled into calmness, he collapsed by the river. He was drenched in sweat, and lingering fear gripped his heart. "I'm so reckless," he muttered.

He initially intended to use the Ghost Mask to break through Zedran's encirclement swiftly. But as his strength grew, so did the mask's unsettling ability to consume his mind. This became especially apparent after a frenzied spree of slaughter when the mask's devouring power and malevolent aura surged exponentially.

Without Bloodreaper, Matthew might have succumbed entirely and transformed into a ruthless killing machine. After cleansing himself, he eyed the nearby Ghost Mask. After some hesitation, he decided to pick it up.

Despite the dangers it posed, the power it granted was undeniable. Based on recent experiences, wearing the mask would elevate his strength to rival that of a grandmaster, which would make him formidable, though not invincible.

After securing the mask, Matthew glanced back briefly before continuing toward Concordia's villa. Upon arrival, he noticed numerous missed calls on his phone, mostly from Mortimer.

Mortimer's anxious voice came through as soon as Matthew returned the call. "Finally, I can reach you. I thought Zedran had you trapped on the Sacred Mount."

Matthew shook his head with a wry smile. "They blocked our signals. We were cut off from the outside world."

Understanding the urgency, Mortimer quickly got to the point. "Our family will mobilize 40,000 Tiger Guards to assist you. But tensions at sea are high, and our resources are strained."

Matthew caught the key point immediately. "Is Montiria also putting pressure on you?"

He wasn't criticizing Mortimer for sending only 40,000 of the family's hundreds of thousands of Tiger Guards, but he was worried about the Zedler Family.

Seraphis' overall strength lagged behind Montiria, and internal factions widened this gap by acting independently. Despite the Zedler Family's strength, they were just one faction within Seraphis.

Mortimer's tone only deepened Matthew's unease. Instead of directly responding, Mortimer cautioned Matthew about the troubled seas ahead and dispatched Miles with the 40,000 Tiger Guards to Mount Basha.

Matthew was already in danger. So, he could only keep this concern in mind and contacted Fitz for assistance.

However, the Martial League's 60,000 combat troops were indispensable for stabilizing Skargness and left only 20,000 troops available for Matthew. Despite their efforts to gather forces, he could only muster 60,000 troops, barely equaling Zedran's numbers but lacking sufficient combat equipment.

Concerned about potential enemy reinforcements, Matthew wasted no time seeking Martin for advice.

"Matthew, what are you doing here?" Martin greeted him warmly, though inwardly surprised. He wondered why Matthew, who was supposed to be trapped on Mount Basha, had appeared before him.

Matthew cut straight to the chase. "Mr. Martin, can you get me some heavy firepower? The more, the better. Money's not an issue."