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Chapter 946 - 465: Please Save Them
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Chapter 946: Chapter 465: Please Save Them

Kathy’s words were gentle, tinged with a faint sadness, guiding the emotions of the clan members.

"We are weak, powerless against fate."

"When there are no other paths to choose from, we can face death head-on, accepting sacrifice with calmness. I had long been prepared for it."

"But why choose to sacrifice needlessly when there’s another path to survival before us?"

Tears welled up in her eyes as she asked with a bitter smile, "Is it just for our pitiful pride? To prove to the world that we resisted?"

The already silent camp fell into an even deeper silence.

Clang.

Someone exhaled slowly, gave a bitter smile, and let go of their weapon, allowing it to fall.

The sound of the weapon hitting the ground broke the silence, causing more clan members’ tense bodies to relax, their shoulders drooping.

Even the ever-towering figure of the new clan leader, Brook, seemed to shrink somewhat at this moment.

He had previously made the choice to stay here and live or die with the clan to defy fate.

To prove that the clan would not submit to fate, unwilling to be cowards, and determined to fight to the end!

But now, he suddenly realized... perhaps his resistance had no special value.

It was merely the self-deceiving self-moved feeling of a dying person.

Meaningless.

Brook was lost in bitter disappointment when he heard his daughter’s gentle words again.

"This is by no means betrayal."

"For the continuation of the clan, this is the only way."

Kathy looked at the clan members who had already shown various expressions, knowing she had successfully persuaded them, and pressed on with her momentum:

"Now, join me in praying to Lord Herbert, placing our hopes on Him, and asking Him to save us."

"Rest assured, He is a benevolent god."

The girl slightly lowered her head, expressing her gratitude: "Before we even called upon Him for help, He had already taken the initiative to assist us."

"Even tonight, it was His Apostle who thwarted the invasion of enemies, allowing us to still stand here."

By this point, the members of the Beast Ear Clan had internally somewhat accepted this reality.

Having been saved twice by the other side, not showing gratitude would indeed seem ungrateful.

Yet, there were still some without peace of mind, hesitating before asking, "Kathy, is He really that benevolent?"

Beastmen are generally cautious.

Their millennia of wandering taught them one lesson—that behind any gift, there is a cost they must pay.

Perhaps it was the life of the clan members, or perhaps wealth, or something they couldn’t possibly afford.

If they fell into a situation where they couldn’t pay the price, they would ultimately lose everything, becoming slaves to the other side completely.

Moreover, there was an underlying implication in that question—if Lord Herbert were as benevolent as you say, then why not continue to help us voluntarily?

After all, it wouldn’t make any difference to Him; it would just be a simple matter, wouldn’t it?

"Don’t think like that!"

Kathy knew what he wanted to ask and, furrowing her brows, rebuked him. The questioner flinched in fright before shaking his head and saying, "We must never mistake one thing—He has no obligation to help us."

"He may be benevolent and generous, but we cannot be ungrateful."

His assistance is a kindness, but not an obligation.

He can choose to help or not, and even could become an opportunistic predator.

The girl’s petite figure looked more like an undeveloped child.

Yet, at this moment, she appeared exceptionally tall and mature before the clan members.

...

"Kathy, she’s really something..."

In the distance, Cyril, who had been stationed on the treehouse as instructed by Herbert, uttered a heartfelt sigh.

He had vaguely sensed that Kathy was much more mature than she appeared, even more so than Brook, she seemed to be the one making decisions.

But Cyril never imagined that Kathy could be even more outstanding than he had supposed.

She manipulated the emotions of the clan members, reasoned with them, and moved them emotionally, leading them to silently accept what was previously an almost unacceptable forbidden request.

"She really is... oh, right!"

Cyril suddenly thought of something, blinked, and suddenly realized, "These words might have been taught to her by Lord Herbert! Yes, that would make sense now!"

"Truly worthy of Lord Herbert!"

Cyril felt a chill in his heart, further increasing his reverence for Herbert, admiring him even more.

But this time, Cyril guessed wrong.

Herbert hadn’t intervened, silently watching Kathy’s actions without any guidance.

He had simply given a subtle hint, not even explicitly saying they should proactively ask for help.

Kathy had understood everything on her own.

This whole communication and maneuvering were completely conceived by Kathy herself.

Not only Cyril was surprised, but Herbert was equally astonished.

This ability to stir the hearts of people...

["I like her!"]

At this moment, Miss Harmonious God jumped out, quite excited, making comments like some strange uncle seeing a little girl.

["I want her! I just want her!"]

Herbert: ?

"Ahem, calm down, she’s still just a child, don’t go after her!"

Nenasha: ?

What a mess?

The excited Miss Harmonious God came back to herself, snorting: ["Huh? Just because she’s a child, she must be spared? You didn’t spare me just now!"]

She remembered.

That little figurine of hers had just been covered in latex during a violation incident and now seemed to be sulking and resentful.

But Herbert was calm, expressing indifferently: "No worries, although you looked very small just now, you actually weren’t a child, so my actions weren’t a problem."

No big deal.

It was just some intimate contact with my figurine earlier.

Nenasha: ?

The disgruntled Miss Harmonious God roared in her soul: ["Hmph! I have never seen someone as shameless as you—"]

Nenasha attempted to counterattack using words Herbert had once used against her, trying to break through Herbert’s defenses.

But unfortunately, Herbert was as unconcerned as a breeze in spring.

How dare you use my spell against me?.JPG

Herbert ignored Nenasha’s impotent rage meant to hide her embarrassment and turned his attention: "Speaking of which, shouldn’t there be one last step?"

He controlled the girl’s body, turning to look at the Great Shaman who stood alone behind the crowd, looking at his essence.

["Are you talking about that little Ancestor Spirit... should I handle it? Or should you?"]

Herbert’s eyebrows suddenly raised meaningfully, saying: "Perhaps, neither of us needs to take action."

["Oh?"]

...

"Father, it is not we who have betrayed Nature, but Nature has abandoned us. This is the only path we can take now."

Kathy comforted her downcast father, asking: "Moreover, do we have anything left to lose?"

Brook shook his head, sighing: "But the Ancestor Spirit, how should He..."

"Brook, no need to say more."

The aged voice of the Great Shaman interrupted Brook’s words, the old man walked slowly to stand in front of Kathy, softly speaking:

"This is the choice the Ancestor Spirit has made for Himself."

He gazed calmly at the girl, then slowly bowed down, prostrating himself before [Him].

"Merciful and great being, please save these children."

"Please save my children."

Brook: !!?

Clan members: !!?

Everyone stared dumbfoundedly at the old man kneeling, humbling himself in plea.

The great Wise Man, that kindly old man, now appeared so enormously humble.

For them, for the future of the Clan, he prayed to that unknown existence.

And amidst everyone’s sorrow, change slowly occurred.

"..."

Kathy’s eyes slowly brightened, adding the brilliance of another person.

Herbert, using the girl’s eyes, looked at the Ancestor Spirit within the Great Shaman with the perspective of a "Divine Spirit", eyebrows slightly raised.

The image of the Ancestor Spirit was not displayed as a Beastman, but rather resembled a pure black lynx or wildcat.

That is the Ancestor Spirit of the Beast Ear Clan.

At this moment, it too lowered its head, prostrating before Herbert.

He... is pleading with Herbert, hoping he can protect these pitiful children.

Even if it means His own demise.

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