Free Web NovelChapter 949: Chapter 467: Forbidden Power
["Cough cough! You didn’t hear anything just now, cough cough cough!"]
Herbert coughed twice, silently suppressing the Miss Harmonious God who suddenly interrupted and ruined his image. He puckered his lips at the Ancestor Spirit full of confusion, pretending as if nothing had happened, and asked:
["By the way, do you know why the Beast Ear Clan encountered this catastrophe?"]
["Or rather, do you know who is targeting ’you’?"]
Herbert emphasized the word "you," knowing that Kaimora would understand his meaning.
What the Withered One truly wanted to sacrifice was not just these Beastmen, but rather Kaimora, the Ancestor Spirit as a "Spirit of Nature."
The people of the Beast Ear Clan were merely additions, the true offering was the Legendary Level Spirit of Nature!
"..."
Upon hearing this, Kaimora lowered their head silently, in a posture of utter humility, yet made no response.
Kaimora could not speak to answer.
But not answering was, in itself, an answer.
Silently conveying their stance.
["It seems you already have someone in mind, but you cannot say it."]
Herbert got the answer he wanted, and chuckled softly: ["Hehe, who could it be? It’s really hard to guess!"]
The one behind this, indeed, was the Natural Pantheon...
There existed a disagreement internally among them.
Moreover, since both factions would secretly engage each other, it’s probably reaching a point of breaking.
"Who would have thought, that the seemingly harmonious Realm of Nature, internally, has become so antagonistic."
Herbert thought for a moment, slowly raised his head, and looked at the Silver Moon hanging high above, squinting slightly.
The night was silent, and the Silver Moon was voiceless.
Moonlight spilled across every corner of the Forgotten Forest, equal and selfless, showing no favor to anyone.
"..."
Herbert slowly withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyes, pondering in his heart.
My dear Lady of the Moon, having approached me before them, what role do you play in this chaotic situation?
"Hehe."
He chuckled twice, retracting his scattered thoughts, muttering in his heart: "Is the current development as you, as those people expected?"
"Are you disappointed now? Or are you delighted?"
...
...
Meanwhile, on the other side of the Forgotten Forest.
A miserable figure covered in Crimson Thorn staggered and fell to the ground.
Bang!
"Cough! Cough cough..."
The Withered One, with half of his skull crushed, and a large hole in the center of his chest, finally fled back to his camp in the Forgotten Forest.
"Cough cough!"
He had gone berserk, but sobered up under the threat of death and chose to flee.
Run!
Must escape!
After exhausting every means, he finally found an opening amidst the siege of those three terrifying Demons, and forced his way through the attack to barely escape.
"You all... will die... all will die!"
Back at the camp, the Withered One quickly began treating himself, devouring several remaining blood packs to barely stabilize his injuries.
But those High Tier supplements could only temporarily alleviate symptoms, and were useless against the real injuries.
That damned Vampire cast some kind of curse on him, reducing the efficiency of Crimson Thorn’s blood absorption and utilization by ninety percent!!!
Helplessly, the Withered One had to crawl back into his tent, kneeling before the statue of the Divine, praying for a blessing, hoping They would save his life.
But the Divine made no response.
As if, They had abandoned him.
The Withered One gradually felt despair, feeling as though death was so near.
So... chillingly cold!
Fear destroys the minds of the Brave, bending their spines into pitiable cowards.
And the Withered One was never a Brave to begin with.
As death loomed, his timid consciousness began to blur and become chaotic.
"I will... kill you!"
"I do not want to die, do not want to die, do not want to die..."
"Kill you all!"
He howled in pain, whispered in fear, biting his teeth in helpless fury.
"But, I have no... power... huh!?"
The Withered One trembled, kneeling before the statue of the "Broken Tree," suddenly stunned, raising his head abruptly, staring at the statue with eyes wide as if seeing a maddening treasure.
"Yes... yes yes yes!"
"How did I forget this? There’s still this! There’s still this!!"
He mumbled incessantly, and then lifted the statue, roaring hideously.
"Who cares about the taboo! Why care about that now?"
"Power!"
"I need the power for revenge!!!"
He roared, then prepared to stab the statue fiercely into his own chest.
But before he acted, he suddenly froze.
"Huh!!? What—what am I doing?"
The Fallen suddenly calmed down, bewildered by the forbidden object he had picked up, looking terrified, as if not comprehending his previous intent.
"Why would I voluntarily pick it up? Am I crazy?"
"No, there are other methods, I haven’t failed yet, at worst, I can escape... Yes! I can still escape!"
Having experienced the great terror between life and death, he suddenly became indifferent about the advancement he had once been obsessed with.
Like a lost soul suddenly achieving enlightenment, understanding what’s truly important.
Survival is what’s most important.
"Even those three Demons over there cannot be dealt with, let alone the mysterious Divine behind them... Better run away!"
