Sam just waited for the deal and for the invasion. He just sat there in his tent or supervised the training. He drank and ate various meals and wines made of different meat and fruits.

He was like a vain lord who is living his vanity to the fullest, except when he was a trainer of course. He showed the soldiers what true training could be. He made it that everything he wants them to learn was drilled into their skull and brain along with the other parts of their bodies.

The training is the closest thing they felt to the torture.

Meanwhile, the army stationed at the edge of the forest that was a few kilometers away was still there and they didn't show any sort of movement and there is no call from the General.

A week passed by just like this. The battles at different fronts and different cities are going on and on at full scale.

After this week, Sam finally got some news, it was actually to the general and it was forwarded to him. The letter was sent in blood and it seems to be the blood of the spy the enemies caught.

The letter was directly sent by the enemies not even the spy.

It was a challenge.

The enemies found every single spy within them in the past seven days and every single scout or spy that was in the vicinity and all of their blood has been used to feed the mutants and their flesh was given to the hounds.

If that was true, Sam guessed that the Master wants to leave the berserk mutants at them. The Mov camp wouldn't survive the fifteen hundred normal blood mutants, much less when they are berserk.

Even though, there is no direct mention of that in the letter, Sam could read between the lines, the master doesn't know if anyone was smart enough figure out the strength of berserk blood mutants and he doesn't know if the Mov side has understood the research papers that were stolen from them.

He might as well thought, that if the Mov side knew of it, this would work a great provocation. Telling all the details on when they would be deployed and when they would meet them in the battlefield and if he added the whole vague meaning of them going berserk, this would be one of the greatest provocations in the history of the Mov Vs Rubrum.

Sam held the letter and went to the General's tent.

"What do you want me to do with this?"

"I want you to attack their camp."

"Which is exactly what they want?"

"But the experts and healers who analyzed the research said that they will go berserk if they absorb too much blood and they are far more powerful."

"You do understand what the word berserk means, right? They would lose rationale, they would lose their minds, they cannot think.

You have to fear a person who goes berserk, I agree. But these are guys are not seasoned warriors who built their strength through the battles and hardships.

Everything they were was given to them, forced into their bodies. Do you even know what you should fear when it goes berserk?

A trained man, a trained man even if he only trained a single straight punch, but at least if he trained for a thousand time, then he has to be feared. Because that punch becomes his instinct. In berserk state of mind all will be gone except for the instinct.

All they have is superior power, no skill. In my experience these type of people are easiest for me to kill."

"It might be easiest to you. But there is no way the soldiers could kill them in a direct clash. Why are you so confident in achieving this? Can you even take the responsibility of doing so? The soldiers will die in thousands if we don't do something."

"There will be no direct clash, very few people will get handy directly with the blood mutants or any other soldiers for that matter. The problem with the cultivator wars is that they all think that they are mighty and to satisfy that meaningless thought, they would all battle directly.

It is called a war because armies fight in that and it is called an army because soldiers are together. And in an army soldiers should fight together. Unless a person is superior to the rest of his peers all over the world, the armies will always win. But for that, the armies have to fight together."

"We always fought together." General yelled as he looked at Sam belittling the army. He can take all the condescension and the anger and the resentment from Sam, but he is not ready to take the belittling and undermining statements towards the army.

"Fighting together doesn't mean fight side by side. They are fighting side by side but do you think when they clash, they have any idea that they are fight by the side of their friends. Everyone is fighting a single battle. Your scout squads are working great and they are working together that is called working together because everyone has their role to play even if it doesn't look important to the rest of the world.

You are army is a great one General, I meant no disrespect, but it was built on the fact that the soldiers can find the glory in their actions and that is only by killing or gaining Intel. I will show you what it means to fighting together and what they can do if they are really together.

Anyway, I thought we were talking about the price."

"What do you want?" General said grudgingly.

"Pigeons and Ravens, two families of each."

"They are not that valuable. What else do you want?"

"I want the rest to be added to the credits."

"That would be easier for us. When are you going to make your move?"

"You will know soon."

After the short meeting and giving the general a piece of his mind, Sam came back and went deep into the forest, before entering the divine dimension.

He has made some plans to deal with the mutants as well as the enemy soldiers. He did some tests throughout the battles.

The bodies are brought to him, not just because of the scales, there is something else as well. He made some modifications to the grenades that took the lives of the mutants by adding an extra ingredient.

Now, that he saw the results of the tests, it is about time, he put the results to some use.

He worked there while keeping some attention towards the outside world. He made some very important things added to the arsenal of the next attack.

After two days, Sam and the rest started marching their troops. The troops are not too many actually. They are only the normal soldiers and he only took one battalion with him.

But this time, there was no talk from the general and the commanders, at least which was what the information that was sent to the rubrum camp.

After two days of continuous marching, Sam is finally a few hundred meters from the rubrum camp.

This time, they made their tents and created a temporary camp.

As soon as they started making their tents Sam saw a familiar person stand outside the camp of the enemies.

He is one of the thirty who stood behind the master of the blood mutants.

When Sam faced them in their regiment for the first time and the thirty arrived, this guy was right next to the Master.

He might as well be the leader of this base camp.

Sam also stood there straight as he looked at that guy.

While the rest of the soldiers are doing what they need to do.

Soon, the night arrived and both of them stood there like that.

At midnight, the mutant leader finally made a move, he started walking forward towards Sam and Sam did the same.

Both of them met in the middle and stood there face to face.

"So, you are the one that caused this many damages. You are the one that killed my brothers. I should have guessed. A dog that can come to our camp and go as he pleases must be some good hound. My blood hound likes to eat all other hounds. You might make a great meal for it."

"I killed fifteen hundred of your men in the war and around five hundred of them in the camp and this is the best you got to say?"

"I will say what I want when I kill all your soldiers, right before you and feed on their blood. The more you wait, the more powerful my brothers will become and the faster the battle would be over."

"So, how much time will it take for them to get into their top form?"

"Soon enough. Why hurry to your death? Anyway, why did they give thousand soldiers to a stupid like you?"

Sam chuckled and said.

"You think calling me stupid makes you smarter than me?"

"Bringing food for my brothers in the form of soldiers. What are you if not stupid? You should have brought at least a ten thousand soldiers to swarm us. May be you might have chance."

Sam looked at the person who is taller than him by a foot and said.

"Have you ever wondered, how a human like me, whom you or your entire army intelligence has never seen or heard of, directly plunged into the war and caused you devastating losses? How do you think I did that? Do you know, I even joined the army just a few days ago? Do you want to know why?"

"Why?"

"Information. I learn, I read, I study and I analyze and I compile the information."