Free Web NovelChapter 938: Chapter 462: He Will Not Save Everyone
"Hahaha!"
"I will succeed!"
"I will definitely succeed."
"You! You cannot stop me!"
The thorns entwining the Withered grew redder and then exploded in an instant, with black blood flying like arrows, piercing the bodies of the surrounding Servants.
"Ahhhh!"
"Damn lunatic, ahhh! You will definitely die!"
"No, no!"
In an instant, wailing was heard everywhere as the dying Slave Merchants howled, trying to escape this terrible "rain," but ultimately being eroded clean by the poisonous blood.
They turned into a land of bones, swallowed by the thorns surging from the ground.
The Withered stood before the land of bones, raising his hands high, incessantly roaring:
"I will definitely succeed!"
"No one can stop me! No one!"
"Not even the Divine!"
— It’s time to take back the previous words.
This guy has indeed gone mad.
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...
The Beast Ear Clan camp.
"Let’s go, take advantage of their retreat and leave here quickly! Let’s escape completely!"
"No, if we stay here using traps, we can still fight. If we really start migrating... then we will surely die."
Regarding whether to migrate, two voices emerged within the clan.
One side believed that they should retreat and migrate immediately.
The enemy is powerful, and it is already very difficult to force them back. Now we should flee immediately!
The other side believed they shouldn’t retreat, or if they do, they should wait until they settle down.
We are already weak now, and losing territory will only lead to a dead end!
Moreover, if we leave, how can we avenge our clan members?
Both sides continued their disputes.
The former believed that the latter were lunatics, dragging all the clanspeople to die together.
The latter believed the former to be cowards, who cared absolutely not for the clan’s continuation, but only for their own survival!
Ultimately, this chaotic debate evolved into quarrels and tussles.
Fortunately, before the situation escalated into a brawl, the heavily injured Great Shaman came forward to stop this absurd conflict.
Although he was critically injured and near death, his authority remained.
He no longer issued commands for the clan’s future as he did in the past.
He was old now, and near the end of his life.
Thus, the Great Shaman handed the decision for the clan’s future to Brook, the next clan leader.
Regarding the divergent ideas of the two factions, Brook, after being silent for a long time, gave an answer that left both sides in silence.
"Those willing to leave, leave. Those willing to stay, stay."
This usually silent strong man spoke in a deep voice, holding his unconscious daughter before everyone:
"The clan needs to continue; the bloodline of the Beast Ear Clan must not be severed like this."
"But... the vengeance must also be repaid; they must be made to pay the price."
He looked at the clansmen with differing thoughts and said slowly:
"I will stay here and fight with my clan comrades to the last moment."
He initially wanted all those leaving the clan to cut off one ear, as a sign of betrayal to the clan.
But before those words came out, he swallowed them back down.
Brook ultimately softened.
Thus, in the afternoon, a group of Beastmen swiftly left, disappearing into the dense forests of the Forgotten Forest.
These people were mostly the young and strong who were in the rear during last night’s battle and weren’t much harmed.
They had witnessed the cruelty and terrifying nature of the enemy, and no longer had the courage to pick up weapons and fight.
They fled.
Abandoning their clansmen with self-righteous excuses, they fled in shameful panic under cold stares.
Never looking back.
After they left, the entire Beast Ear Clan was reduced to less than two hundred people, mostly the old, weak, sick, and disabled.
Those leaving Beastmen didn’t take with them the "seed of the clan" they claimed, for fear these burdens would slow them down.
By then, the ones considered as effective combatants among the Beastmen were less than thirty percent, and most were injured.
They continued to nurse, build defenses, sharpen weapons, and silently await the coming nightfall.
They were waiting for the enemy’s arrival.
...
"...No, don’t go! Don’t go!"
Kathy cried out in pain in her soul, trying to persuade those people to change their minds.
Though Kathy’s body was asleep, her consciousness was actually always awake.
She felt she was in a special state.
The girl witnessed all of it.
She watched the clansmen painfully gather the bodies, stacking and burying the dead together.
With Uncle Cyril, the Paladin, repeatedly purifying them, they wouldn’t be manipulated to rise again by the evil Undead Mage.
They would remain here, becoming nourishment for the forest.
Then... she also watched them form disagreements, and ultimately split apart.
She felt the pain and sorrow from this, and also realized something strange.
During the disputes, the clansmen seemed to have completely forgotten how they were saved from the enemies’ hands last night.
They forgot the Divine.
——No, it was the Divine who deliberately made them forget itself.
Kathy understood.
The mysterious being that saved them was indifferent to this group of mortals heading towards self-destruction amid conflicts.
It will not save everyone.
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...
["Did you let down the Domain, make them forget us, just to see this scene?"]
Nenasha sighed artificially and teased:["I didn’t realize before, your heart is really so hard~"]
["Aren’t you just watching this group go to their deaths?"]
["Your heart, it’s really cruel!"]
"Ha, you talk like you’re surprised."
The Paladin, mocked for having a heart of stone, didn’t care about the Divine’s teasing, and said indifferently: "I don’t need those who would even betray their clansmen."
Herbert was calm and said casually: "They can betray the Clan now, in the future, they could naturally betray me as well."
"Some people aren’t worth saving from the start."
Herbert does need this group of Beastmen, but he doesn’t need the rubbish among them.
Right now, it’s a good chance to cull the ones causing trouble.
["So, are the remaining ones your targets?"]
"Not yet, they indeed have nowhere to go, fitting my needs, but their hearts still hold luck, not fully realizing it."
"They need time to think and recognize their situation."
"I will give them this time."
Escaping from Miss Hungry Dragon’s "Mount Tai Pressing Down," Herbert stretched lazily and leisurely walked towards the Deep Water Prison.
"Tonight, nothing will happen to them."
["You are really kind."]
Herbert heard words of teasing or sighing around his ears, shook his head, and said calmly: "After all, my heart isn’t that hard."
["Then... elsewhere?"]
"Ha, if you’ve got the guts, change and try it yourself!"
["Haha~"]
...
...
Night falls.
When the bright moon rises, the long-awaited Withered arrives on time.
But just before he rushed to the Beast Ear Clan camp, he suddenly stopped.
He was blocked.
To be precise, the Withered saw an existence that shouldn’t be here.
"What is that..."
The Withered raised his head and looked ahead.
There, a tall figure was swimming leisurely mid-air, "swimming around" with a relaxed face.
A Mermaid?
A Sea Siren?
Wait!
Why would a Legendary level Mermaid appear deep in the forest!!?
Could it be some Druid’s animal companion?
And just as he kept questioning in his mind, he suddenly noticed another cold aura coming from the left.
It was a pale girl in court attire with white hair, bathing in moonlight, leisurely spinning in place.
Scarlet eyes?
A Vampire?
Also Legendary!!?
Gulp.
No, no way!
A Mermaid could barely be explained, perhaps an ocean Druid’s companion... but what’s with this Vampire!?
Whoever has a Druid with animal companions as Vampires!!!
The Withered’s previously frantic thoughts were cleared up by this unusual situation, realizing the bizarre nature.
No, very wrong!
And just as he prepared to change routes, a voice behind him came, cold yet exuding a strange allure.
"Seems you’re the Druid he mentioned."
Who!!?
Suddenly turning his head, the Withered didn’t see a person but saw a peculiar large scarlet flower sprouting from the ground.
The flower’s petals were like a grotesque large mouth, constantly opening and closing, laughing eerily.
"Hehe~"
She said:
"Sorry, tonight, you can’t pass through here."
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