Chapter 1364 - 1038: Shared Dominance

Chapter 1364: Chapter 1038: Shared Dominance

The fall of Hundred Eyes Village is not a secret.

In fact, during the battle between the two sides, it had already attracted attention from many quarters. Whether through the Demon Eye, Water Mirror, divination, or some strange methods, everyone was closely watching the progress and outcome of this conflict.

But unexpectedly, they just blinked and it was over.

Gone.

Dragon vs Tiger? No.

Life-or-death struggle? No.

Only a chaotic stew and boiled cabbage.

Foster’s shot sent chills down countless spines, and the following means by Huai Shi chilled their hearts even more thoroughly.

If dead, so be it, but why desecrate the dead?

Exactly which side of us is supposed to be from Hell?

For a time, the intense fear brought by these two people of the Current Circumstances weighed heavily on everyone’s hearts.

This also included the four Crowned ones led by Death Skull Village... It was initially their idea for the five Crowned to release a Shadow Beast to attack, and then such a big Five Eyes, gone just like that.

Completely wasted.

On the night of Five Eyes’ demise, countless villages raised Mystic Rituals, fully on guard, fearing that this bunch of unpredictable folks might strike while the iron is hot for a complete wipeout.

Yet, the Dog-headed Men just turned back.

They even made several round trips to haul back the mountains of iron ingots to their base without even glancing at anything else... This left a sense of indignation, feeling like the wolf didn’t come because it disdained our home.

Indignation aside, life must go on.

But the days are visibly becoming unbearable.

After all, such a huge calamity squats next door and does not move. It’s unnerving, for anyone—not just humans. Especially with the grim fate of Hundred Eyes Village ahead and the pressing blood tax from the Fallen Country behind.

The entire Rusty Tower Forest is in chaos.

Within Death Skull Village, the atmosphere is somber.

"There’s nothing more to say. Whatever the opponent’s intentions are, we can only stand together to resist them."

Remnants, the master of Death Skull Village, spoke: "I agree to abide by the pact, first open the defense of Death Skull Village, gather forces, and jointly fight the enemy.

Hopefully, everyone won’t engage in infighting at this moment. Only by uniting can there be a future."

At this time, without a doubt, Remnants is the most anxious.

Who told it that its home is the closest to Dragon Scales Village?

Initially, it even ordered them to move the settlement into its sphere of influence for easier control over those Dog-headed Men, but who could have anticipated, now it’s a disaster.

Old unlucky soul.

Others, of course, had nothing else to say.

The truth of lips dying, teeth feeling cold is still clear to everyone. Moreover, even if others exhaust the opponent, when it comes to oneself, can one really be certain of devouring them?

Under the prolonged oppression of the blood tax, Rusty Tower Forest has been vaguely tending towards fusion, and mutual alliances are not of the same day.

Everyone knows well, once they collapse among themselves, then none can continue to control Rusty Tower Forest. Nor can they expect other villages to obediently pay that share of blood tax.

"What about seeking aid?" the Giant Insect asked: "Will the Fallen Country really just sit and watch?"

"The Fallen Country is currently busy with the war across realms, too occupied to care for us." Remnants snorted: "I finally managed to open a channel, but when the Tax Official heard we weren’t paying the blood tax, they started dismissing people. Ha, do you guess what they said? They told us to wait patiently, promising support... fooling the Goblins! Relying on them, we won’t even have ashes left!"

For a moment, everyone’s hearts sank.

Even knowing that this lifeline straw would likely be of no use, but now that the straw rotted before use, how could the resentment and sorrow be restrained?

And what’s more, even a little dismissal would be better than this kind of nonsense to fool themselves, right?

"Since it’s like this, then it’s only this way." The Insect Owner emitted a sharp screech.

The conglomerate made of countless twisted limbs and huge harpies had no choice but to decide.

"At this point, everybody shouldn’t hold back. Bring out your bottom-line assets." Remnants spoke: "Just hope that nobody drags each other’s feet then."

The Freak muttered: "Morning Mountain Village will bring out the Snake Drum."

"I’ll have the children bring the Split Thunder Spear," the Harpy responded: "But you all need to supply the food."

"Naturally, that’s not a problem."

Remnants nodded, pausing for a moment, suddenly spoke: "Aside from that, I want to unseal that relic..."

A long silence followed, the Crowned exchanged glances, unable to help but be shocked.

They questioned angrily.

"Are you insane? Can you afford that kind of cost?"

Back then, when they sealed that ghostly thing, they sacrificed more than half the large flock, even sustaining injury themselves for hundreds of years, just to seize Rusty Tower Forest.

Although the natives are long gone, this seat of Hell still retains the last treasure yet is also the deepest curse...

For once and for all, they used the most thorough method to seal the crisis. Now, wanting to reopen it means offering a significant sacrifice, and by then, there may not even be the ability to handle it.

"Is it really necessary?" the Harpy asked.

The cold flames shone in Remnants’ eye sockets, it retorted: "Compared to now, which is worse?"