Free Web NovelThe villagers avoided the large iced drill. Then, they rushed at the hellbeast from behind. This creature was durable and very hard to kill.
Its attack was also very destructive. But in exchange, it was extremely slow and would take quite a lot of effort to spin its body. That's why the villagers attacked its blind spot.
Miriam fueled her spear with Living Flame and threw it at the back of the hellbeast. The tip of the spear plunged into its flesh. It was obvious that its back was softer and was easier to penetrate.
Along with her, many more villagers threw their spears. The spears turned into a flaming shooting star and plunged deep into the hellbeast.
It roared in response and in anger.
Another white sphere appeared in the middle of its horns. Cold energy blasted to the surrounding area, once again freezing anything around it.
The villagers ducked behind the trees, hiding from the cold blast. When it subsided, they rushed out and once again attacked the hellbeast.
"Woah. They are pretty capable." Selina said.
"Of course." The fat cat meowed. "These villagers are weak because they don't have any power. But they are resilient creatures. Surviving in this hellhole can give you many great characteristics."
"Oh..." Selina rubbed her chin in deep thoughts. "I remember that some of our subjects really like to go to the Glacial Floor. They want to 'train' their mind and will."
"Sounds reasonable. The Psychics use emotions to grow stronger. And surviving in a deathly condition can give a lot of emotions to use." Mater meowed.
"There is an issue though. It is not actually survival since there is nothing threaten them at all." Selina said.
"Oh?" The fat cat stroked its whiskers. "I got an idea. Why don't we catch some hellbeasts and drop them inside the Glacial Floor?"
"Can we do that?"
"Of course we can. The Glacial Floor is modeled after Eternum. It would be a great place for them to survive. We can also breed them, making the resources of the Chaos Realm more vary."
"Sounds like a plan."
For the ongoing days, the mining colonies focused on getting Red Coals for the flame-touched villagers, while the hunting station hunted for hellbeasts meat for the ice-touched villagers.
Each side had their own way of raising their power.
Tony and the craftsmen were also getting used to the condition in Eternum. Their innovation rate was also unreal. These were hundred of years old Psychics that spent most of their time in the Wilds. They were much better than they looked.
The craftsmen invented the Thermo Vest. An item that harvested the power of the Red Coal and could warm a villager for an entire day. The consumption of the item was much less than burning Red Coal.
The villagers had gained resistance against the cold of Eternum because of their new power. However, pro-long exposure to Death Ice could still be detrimental. After all, they were still humans, not Undead.
The Thermo Vest combined with their innate power had allowed the villagers to almost ignore the effect of the environment.
The second group of items they created was the Eternal Weapons.
These were the spears that Miriam had used in the hunt for the hellbeast. These weapons could take many form, depending on the user desire. The could absorb the power of Death Ice or Living Flame and became more powerful. A perfect weapon for the touched villagers.
The newest iteration of the Eternal Weapon was the Glacial Bow. This thing harvested the power of the ice-touched villagers and allowed them to shoot the bow without the need of an arrow. It was a respectable attack and didn't need much training to do. Unlike the Glacial Spells that they learned from Aurora.
Mater had also established a tighter control over the area. More mining colonies, more logging camps, more guard posts. He wanted to make sure that he would clean the entire place of resources and grow his army. A new army this time.
"We have the Psychic Army. We can call this one the Eternal Army." The fat cat stroked its whiskers.
"Eternal for Eternum..."
Meanwhile, the Whitow Village had sent a new group of scouts toward the former territory of the Blice Village. It was only a few months ago that the Blice Village was still the master of this pine forest.
The leader of the Whitow Village scouts was Mac. He was also the previous ambassador that was tasked with communicating with the Blice Village. However, when he had arrived there, there was nothing left but ruin.
This time, something else was expecting him. When he and the scouts stepped their feet onto Blice's territory, they were surprised to see two giant watch tower standing at the border.
The guards noticed them immediately and raised their iced bow.
"State your business or leave!" The guard shouted.
Mac raised his hands. "Don't shoot! We're only here to negotiate."
"Negotiate? Which village are you from?"
"I am from Whitow Village!"
"Whitow?" The guard raised an eyebrow. He had heard of it before. The man turned to his comrades and discussed briefly.
"Isn't Whitow Village the large tribe that governs over twenty smaller villages?"
"That's right. But they should be in the center of the wasteland, no? Why are they here?"
The wasteland was the area that the humans of this world were living in. It was the only part that the White Council didn't care about so the humans could live among themselves.
Blice Village and Frine Village were both on the outermost area of the wasteland. The coldest hardest place to survive.
"Who are you? What do you want?" The guard shouted over to Mac.
Mac lowered his hands as he realized that the guards had recognized his village. "I am Mac Snowen. I am here to speak with the leader of the Blice Village. We have a proposition for you."
"Blice Village? This place belongs to the Frine Village now?"
"Frine Village?" Mac frowned.
'Isn't that the weakest village that doesn't even have a Rank-2? They must recently have a Rank-2 then.'
"Apologies, my friend. I know this place as Blice Village long ago. May I meet the leader of the Frine Village then?"
The guards looked at each other.
