“This—impossible—”
Bloody gazed at the crimson sky, gripping his battle-axe and roaring.
Although he couldn't see the specific situation of the God-Making-God, both the blood-colored storm soaring into the clouds and the continuous explosions indicated that the situation was dire. As one of the first Grand Lords to be promoted in the tribe, it was the first time he had seen man-made "fire rain." In his memory, only natural disasters in the Black Stone Domain could cause such a phenomenon of heaven and earth resonating and flames connecting the clouds.
And when the magical fluctuations, so strong that even high-level ascenders could perceive them, swept in, the worst predictions were all confirmed—it was no longer a ripple, but a dull thud on the heart, which only the death of the King could cause such a clear tremor.
To kill the King, one must first capture the God-Making-God, which meant fighting thousands of Initial Bodies, hundreds of thousands of Native Bodies, and even more Symbiotic Bodies at the same time. Bloody couldn't imagine how humans could do this.
“What exactly is happening over there? What are Wuwang and Mask doing?” His anger had reached its peak. Those two bastards had sworn to protect the God-Making-God, but in less than half an hour, the rear had fallen. If they appeared in the camp at this moment, he would not hesitate to chop them in half!
“Wait, where are you going?”
Just as Bloody was gnashing his teeth and walking out of the camp, Deathmark stopped him.
“Is there any need to ask? Of course, I’m going to kill the enemy! Get out of the way!”
“How are you going to touch those iron lumps in the sky?” The latter remained motionless. “Besides, once the God-Making-God is damaged, the Tower of Birth here is the only ephemeral source that can be reached nearby. The surviving clansmen will definitely retreat to Anleta as soon as possible. Do you want to proceed against the tide like this?”
“So what? I'll crush anyone who gets in my way!” Bloody spat fiercely.
“And then bring the morale of the migration group to rock bottom?” Deathmark said in a deep voice, “The fluctuation just now has already made the camp uneasy. If you leave alone now, they might think you’re scared out of your wits and fled on your own! In this way, the order of the entire army will collapse—”
“Bullshit!” Bloody roared, “Even when facing the Heavenly Sea Realm's millions of troops, I haven't taken a step back. You actually say I'm afraid?”
“What’s the point if you're not afraid? The key is what other ascenders think. Even if the guess is inconsistent with the facts, it can still be deeply believed in times of chaos and danger. Unfortunately, with your comprehension ability, I'm afraid it's difficult to understand this.”
A voice suddenly came from behind him.
Bloody's eyes widened instantly. He would never forget the owner of this voice.
It was the Sky Lord who had been missing for a long time—Haikezuode!
He hardly hesitated, raising his axe and slashing down, the激荡魔力 exploding with a bang, creating a pit several feet wide on the ground!
Before the smoke cleared, Haikezuode walked out of another Distortion Door.
“You—traitor!” Bloody turned his head and roared.
“So I said that even if the guess is absurd, no one will care what the real fact is,” he said nonchalantly. “At no time have I betrayed the tribe.”
“Where have you been these past few months?” Deathmark's expression was also very shocked. Although not as angry as the Bloody Conqueror, he also adopted a defensive posture.
“I went to the Bottomless Land…which is the source of magic in the tribe's mouth, the Consciousness Realm,” Haikezuode replied word by word.
“You…what?” Deathmark was stunned.
“It's between the Dawn Realm and the Black Stone Domain, on the misty sea.” The Sky Lord simply narrated his experiences and discoveries. “And it was the Nightmare Grand Lord, Wakili, who told me this.”
This series of shocking news left the two Grand Lords dumbfounded and caused other clansmen who had gathered around after hearing the commotion to whisper to each other.
After a moment, Bloody reacted, “So you betrayed the King with it? This attack is also the result of your collusion with humans?”
“I know you can't understand, just like after being blinded by anger, insisting on seeking revenge on humans, but putting the interests of the tribe behind you,” Haikezuode turned to look at Deathmark, “But you and Bloody are different, and you should understand the meaning behind these clues. Also, although I have had contact with humans, I have not participated in their attack plan. The claim of collusion is completely unfounded.”
Deathmark was silent for a long time before opening his mouth and saying, “Indeed, I am not Bloody, so linguistic tricks are meaningless to me—what is undeniable is that your departure has weakened the defensive capabilities of the royal city in disguise. Even if you didn’t participate, you can’t say that this attack has nothing to do with you. Ignoring such behavior is helping humans in itself.”
“Stop talking nonsense!” Bloody roared, “Use your ability to control him, I want to tear him to pieces with my own hands!”
But Deathmark didn't act, “What I want to ask is, even if you do this, do you still think you are still for the tribe?”
“What I think is meaningless,” Haikezuode replied calmly, “The fact is that the inheritance mastered by humans has far exceeded our expectations, and it is impossible to completely defeat them. The final result is nothing more than a lose-lose situation, and no one can continue in the War of Reincarnation. However, if you think about it differently, if the God's Will War is not necessary, then perhaps both races can survive.”
“Why does my race have to make concessions?”
“…” This time, there was a hint of regret in the Sky Lord's voice, “Because the one who can influence the gods…is a human.”
“Are you—sure?”
“If you have seen that fictitious world, you wouldn’t say that,” the Sky Lord sighed. “According to Nightmare, the tribe also had a chance to get to this point—Sisitalis, who created the Cloudsoar Academy, heard the whispers of the Divine Envoy, and at that time, humans were just a mess.”
Deathmark stared at him for a long time, seemingly trying to discern whether it was a sincere word, and finally said in a low voice, “Where does Nightmare want to take the tribe? To be loyal to that human you mentioned?”
“No, we don’t need to do anything, just take him to the Bottomless Land.”
“If that’s the case…”
“Absurd!” Bloody stomped on the ground fiercely, interrupting the conversation between the two, “What’s the difference between surrendering with both hands and entrusting fate to others? Believe the promises of insects? I think you’re all crazy! Nightmare is nothing more than that!”
“This is the only chan—”
“Hahahaha…you treat alms as an opportunity?” He raised his axe, “Haven’t the battles against the Heavenly Sea Realm over the past few hundred years made your courage greater? Oh, I forgot, you really haven’t—after all, how could you meet real enemies by hiding in the rear?”
Haikezuode’s face darkened.
“I was born for blood and slaughter! And the so-called fate can only be controlled by myself!” Bloody roared, “Lay down your weapons to the enemy and then beg for their kindness? No…I, Bloody Conqueror, would rather die in battle than surrender to anyone!”
“Although I knew the result would be like this, I still wanted to try my best to avoid it.” Haikezuode snapped his fingers, and a new Distortion Door slowly opened behind him.
Walking out of the door was the expressionless Silent Disaster.
Rolling dark clouds surged in the sky.