Free Web NovelChapter 937: Chapter 462: He Will Not Save Everyone
After being forced to retreat, the Withered despaired.
He felt he had completely lost hope.
Losing the group of Beastmen also meant losing the opportunity for sacrifice, and all his resources were completely depleted. The organization would not allow him to continue delaying.
There was only one path left for him, which was to swallow that forbidden object as the organization required, and quickly become what they expected.
In desperation, he began to be reckless, killing more than half of the servants he had caught, using their corpses as nourishment to cultivate the Crimson Thorn, thereby compensating for his losses.
In the morning, he was nearly hopeless, feeling he could only walk down a dead-end road.
But after the afternoon, suddenly a flash of insight came to him, realizing something was amiss.
No.
There must be something wrong.
Last night, he was indeed frightened by the "godly descent", overlooking too many details.
The Withered did not doubt that the other party was a true Divine.
Firstly, for this world, although the Divine left mysteries above mortals, they were not difficult to encounter for those at the Legendary Stage and above.
Furthermore, some Divine often enjoyed wandering around, manifesting their Divine presence and bringing miracles, which made the Divine’s mystery not very high for true powerhouses.
Powerhouses revered the Divine, but more so feared Their power and authority.
Secondly, the opposing party’s displayed pressure and the aura and gaze from above all proved that the other party was indeed a true Divine.
Undoubtedly, unquestionably.
However, although there was no problem with the identity of the Divine, the displayed power... was somewhat lacking.
No, it was quite lacking!
If the other party truly had the ability to kill him, then why not directly put him down?
Merely firing two warning shots was indeed too mild.
It was too "gentle"!
Think about it carefully, and a bold guess emerges — could They be hesitant for some reason? Not wanting to reveal Their identity?
This line of thought opened the Withered’s mind, linking more details.
Yes!
They could already descend Their consciousness, so why not send Their messenger?
Why not bestow Their Divine Artifact?
Even, it does not require anything else. Just revealing Their identity is enough to make me withdraw.
There are many methods, but They did none of them.
None at all!
They must have reservations, must not want to expose Their identity!
Right! Yes! It is just like that!
The Withered’s once entirely dead heart began beating again, eagerly building an altar, and established contact with the organization.
After reporting last night’s situation and this "bold idea" to the organization, he received a desired affirmative response.
The organization made a guarantee: [After sunset, before sunrise, the Divine of the Natural Pantheon will not interfere with you in any way; They will not descend.]
Even if there are Divine related to the night abilities within the Natural Pantheon, They will not appear at this time.
It was a compromise by the Natural Pantheon.
After killing so many Beastmen last night without causing any disturbance in the forest, many things were already proven.
The forest silently allowed the actions of these people.
That’s it.
The organization he aligned with also had shadows of the Divine behind it, with some great existences intervening in secret.
It was a game between the Divine.
As beings that play the game, They would not truly intervene in the victory within the chessboard, only letting pieces struggle on their own.
Upon receiving this news, the Withered couldn’t help but feel ecstatic, laughing aloud in the fearful eyes of uneasy desperados.
"Hahaha! Hahahaha!"
"Yes, yes, yes!"
Yes, all of it is right!
Meaning, last night’s Divine was an outsider among the Natural Pantheon.
Although their identity was unknown, since They were involved here, They must abide by the Rules.
Although descended, They cannot reveal power beyond the Rules.
All show, nothing real!
"Exactly like that!"
"They must be bluffing!"
In ecstasy, the Withered started killing half of the servants he captured again, using their corpses as nourishment for cultivating the Crimson Thorn as a celebration.
Remaining Slave Merchants: ?
Madness!
This guy is truly a lunatic!!?
They wanted to escape but couldn’t.
Could only watch with angry and fearful eyes at the terrifying figure continually thrusting thorns into the chests of corpses, then swiftly draining them dry.
The Withered was mad?
No, he was not.
A self-taught man, he did not go through massive slaughter, considered relatively sober among many of the Fallen — otherwise, he would not have retreated so decisively last night.
The reason behind his actions was actually because these people’s value was greatly reduced.
The group of Beastmen had already suffered a lot of attacks yesterday, with more than half dead or injured, and the remaining elderly, sick, and weak are no threat.
Rather than letting these wastes get killed by Beastmen, it would be better to sacrifice their lives to strengthen his power.
By using their flesh and blood, he could advance further in the Legendary Stage and have more assurance against that "Divine".
"Hahaha!"
The Withered felt the growing strength inside him and thought of the tool passed down by the organization, a fire ignited in his heart.
"This time, I won’t be deceived again!"
He gazed at the sun about to slowly sink below the horizon, constantly whispering in his heart.
