Free Web NovelChapter 112: Chapter 112: The Battle
The Little Priest gave birth to three eggs at once, and these three eggs were extremely sentient.
No one knew how they did it, but if people took their eyes off them for even a moment, these three eggs would mysteriously disappear from the isolation room. One egg buried itself in the dirt, another dangled in a bird’s nest, and the last one let itself drift along the water current.
After many escapes and retrievals, the great Chief finally had to sew a pouch, stuff the three eggs inside, and wear it on his chest, carrying them with him wherever he went. By their Daddy’s side, the three eggs were unusually obedient.
Many times, Kaelen looked at Sane wearing the egg pouch on his chest looking no different from a kangaroo, and the youth couldn’t help but burst into laughter. After giving birth, Kaelen’s health recovered quite quickly, but he still had to strictly follow the postpartum confinement rules to avoid leaving lasting damage to his body later.
During Kaelen’s confinement, Cipher launched three waves of attacks, along with numerous internal probing attempts. In his double-agent espionage work, Waylon performed exceptionally well. He could always intercept the deep internal probes, promptly providing a lot of half-true, half-false information to the Cipher spies. Additionally, Waylon coordinated closely with Walter, memorizing every single traitor within the slave ranks.
When the freezing first spring rain poured down, washing away all scents and sounds in the magical beast forest, and also melting the stark white snow, Sane decided to end this cat-and-mouse game with Cipher. He stood on a high rock outcropping, his sharp, cold gaze piercing through the curtain of rain, and decisively issued the order for an all-out attack.
This time, Sane ambushed directly from the inside, leaving Nathan—the Chief of Cipher—completely caught off guard.
The mighty Cipher tribe with over ten thousand people, now holding the Beastman Warrior Training book, never looked up to anyone. But that extreme arrogance was precisely their fatal weakness. They were like a sluggish giant beast, completely losing their sharpness and ability to react against the hungry wolf pack of Crimson.
Knowing perfectly well that the number of his warriors was only a fraction of the enemy’s, Sane did not choose a foolish head-on confrontation. Instead, a large-scale guerrilla and assassination war was triggered.
Darkness and rain were the most perfect cloaks. The guerrilla team led by Austin took on the vanguard mission. With the ability to change his skin color and an aura that completely assimilated into the environment, he slithered like a phantom past Cipher’s lax guard posts.
*Thud! Thud!*
A few food storage guards collapsed before they could even let out a single cry. Just minutes later, fire starters soaked in animal fat were thrown straight into the piles of grain and dried meat. The flames flared up fiercely, licking through the cave and brightly illuminating a corner of the sky despite the torrential rain.
"The food storage is on fire! Put out the fire! Hurry up!"
Frantic screams tore through the silent night. The entire Cipher tribe awoke in utter panic.
Taking advantage of the moment when thousands of people were chaotic, crashing into each other running to extinguish the fire, the Crimson warriors silently blended into the crowd. There were no spectacular head-on clashes, only fatal poison-coated blade stabs and decisive neck-snaps from behind.
One by one, Cipher’s high-ranking warriors simply collapsed in the mud without even getting a clear look at who the enemy was. The panic spread into absolute terror when they realized: the enemy wasn’t attacking from outside the city walls, but standing right beside them.
It took exactly three days for a large tribe with over ten thousand people to shatter from the inside out. Ruins and smoke were everywhere.
In a hidden corner near the rocky field, Richard staggered backward, his body covered in countless wounds dripping with fresh blood. He had just painstakingly fended off a squad of Crimson warriors and was about to find an escape route when he saw his mate.
"Moharm! Quick, catch me!" Richard called out hoarsely, reaching his bloody arm forward.
Moharm stepped forward, his face completely devoid of panic or sorrow, carrying only a chilling calmness. He reached out his hands, pretending he wanted to support Richard. But the very moment Richard dropped his guard, a dry *’Thwack’* rang out. A razor-sharp bone blade had mercilessly pierced through the armor, plunging deep into Richard’s chest.
Richard’s eyes widened, fresh blood gushing from the corner of his mouth as he stared in disbelief at the mate he loved the most.
"You... You..."
"Go meet the Beast God, you useless trash," Moharm gritted out word by word, decisively twisting the blade’s hilt slightly before pulling it out, kicking the once-imposing, towering beastman into the muddy puddle.
Not far away, Rylan, wearing a snow-white animal fur cloak, coldly watched his Daddy take his last breath. Surrounding and protecting him right now were three tall, valiant figures—three beastmen of the Lion clan, who were also the three most outstanding sons of Chief Nathan.
Bewitched by Rylan’s beauty and seductive tricks, these three fools had long discarded the life and death of their father and tribe, focusing only on shielding the beauty as they escaped into the thick of the night.
In every war, the things left behind were undoubtedly resources and prisoners of war.
They were all taken back to the Obsidian base, not branded with the slave mark, but certainly not brought back just for decoration either. Draven and Nyx had formulated a potion based on the toxin components in Theron’s blood from before. This poison caused beastmen to temporarily lose their Beast Energy while still maintaining their original physical stamina.
Drinking this potion, the beastmen wouldn’t have enough strength to rebel, only able to obediently work. Living in long-term peace, being well-fed and warmly clothed, and enjoying better treatment than back in their old tribe, who would even want to rise up and revolt?
Fundamentally, the beastman world was not as complex as the human world; aside from the ambitious strong ones, everyone else just needed a peaceful life, and that was enough.
As for those who acted as inside spies for Cipher, all of them were decapitated, their heads hung right on the city wall for everyone to see clearly. Waylon looked at the heads still dripping blood and patted his chest in relief. Fortunately, he had made the right choice, thus avoiding the fate of a severed, bloody head.
Since ancient times, traitors were never worthy of forgiveness.
Lying on the bed listening to Barton’s report, Kaelen understood Sane’s method. The Chief was applying the classic carrot-and-stick approach in warfare. As long as the post-war civilian work was done well, they would gain the submission of the people, expanding both their territory and population.
These people might not need to be absolutely loyal, but they certainly wouldn’t take advantage of chaos to stab them in the back.
With Sane handling things, Kaelen had nothing to complain about. What he worried about now was another matter:
"Did the Chief pay special attention to anyone?"
Scratching his head, Barton said in slight confusion: "This... there really is someone... The Chief specially brought back a Sub-Beast of the Lion clan and locked him up separately. He goes in and out of that place frequently, not allowing anyone near..." Then Barton hurriedly emphasized: "But rest assured, Little Priest, that Sub-Beast is already old and not nearly as beautiful as you. It’s definitely not the Chief having a change of heart!"
Kaelen burst out laughing: "What nonsense are you thinking? Of course I know he hasn’t had a change of heart!" He looked down, stroking the three eggs in his lap, and said: "That is an old acquaintance of his; they have things that need to be made clear. Alright, you may step down. Please help me keep an eye on Sane’s mood. If he shows signs of an energy riot, remember to report to me immediately."
Barton bowed his head in acknowledgment, then withdrew. Only then did Zephyr walk in carrying food and drinks. Regarding Sane’s matter, Zephyr naturally knew about it as well. Standing outside the door just now, he had also overheard a few sentences.
"It’s been twenty years..." Zephyr sighed, then reached out to help Kaelen take off the egg pouch so the youth could eat comfortably. However, having just left Kaelen’s embrace, the three mischievous brats gave a shake and vanished without a trace.
"Oh my, these kids! Where is everyone? Hurry and go find the eggs!"
Everyone in the clinic was thrown into chaos once again. However, just as they ran out of the clinic, they saw Zale brazenly walking in, carrying the three eggs. His face was pitch-black right now, with green veins bulging all over his forehead. Zale placed the eggs back into the pouch and said resentfully to Kaelen:
"Your kids really have no regard for anyone. My mate and I were just getting a little intimate, and the three of them squeezed right into the middle to absorb my Divine Energy! Thanks to them, our married life is about to become like the half-toothless old men in the tribe!"
Kaelen held his forehead, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. Perhaps they caught the scent of the energy Zale accidentally released during his excitement, so they came to freeload.
He guessed that one of these three had a spatial or teleportation ability. Right now, as eggs, they could be held against his chest; in a few days when they hatched, they would definitely turn the tribe upside down.
Kaelen had no choice but to apologize to Zale, then hugged the eggs to his chest and gave them a scolding:
"Papa knows you guys can understand. If you dare go disturb Uncle Zale again, in the future Papa will definitely cut your allowance!"
The three eggs tumbled left and right in protest, then, as if sensing something, immediately lay perfectly still. Kaelen instantly understood the reason.
He raised his head, counting one, two, three in his mind, and sure enough, saw Sane open the door and walk in. Sane looked at Kaelen, then at the three eggs, and said with an amused smile:
"Did the kids go wreck Zale’s house again? I just bumped into him outside the door, and he looked like he wanted to burn our house down."
Kaelen pouted: "What else could it be? Seriously, what’s with these kids? When you’re not here, they go crash Zale’s place."
Sane received the three eggs, held them in his own embrace, and planted a kiss on Kaelen’s forehead. Feeling the three little ones slowly absorbing his Divine Energy, Sane smiled and said:
"I think it’s because they lack energy. The little ones don’t want to absorb too much of your Divine Energy, so they targeted Zale."
Kaelen stared intently at the three eggs, noticing that the color of their shells seemed to be gradually brightening. Sane allowed the little ones to absorb his Divine Energy, and about ten minutes later, the three babies in his chest calmed back down. Their spiritual energy communicated with their two fathers, radiating feelings of joy after having a full meal.
Kaelen was absolutely certain that if they were in their cub forms, they would definitely be lying flat on their backs with their bellies up, letting out a loud ’burp’.
He shook his head and laughed helplessly, then turned to ask Sane: "How are you doing? Are you okay?"
Sane placed the three eggs back into the soft nest beside the bed, then turned to hug Kaelen, whispering hoarsely:
"Let me hug you for a bit..."
His voice carried a trace of vulnerability, something he only revealed in front of Kaelen. Kaelen didn’t say anything, just wrapping his arms around his mate, nuzzling his head into Sane’s chest.
"He is dead." A long while later, Sane finally opened his mouth to speak: "I flayed his beastman alive right in front of him, and he started to go insane. Today, he snatched the blade from my hand and stabbed himself in the throat to commit suicide."
Kaelen hugged Sane tighter. Sane was a level-five warrior; how could a frail, elderly Sub-Beast easily snatch a knife from his hand? He was just tired, no longer wanting revenge, allowing that Sub-Beast a way out.
The two embraced for a long time, until the sound of frogs croaking in the cornfields gradually quieted down, before Kaelen suddenly said:
"Sane, the Temple is finished."
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Sane just buried his face in Kaelen’s shoulder, suppressing his laughter mixed with sobs. His voice transmitted from Kaelen’s shoulder, carrying a slight choke, calling him by the name that only he knew:
"Bennett, thank you..."
