A small figure was chuckling to herself in the darkness as if she was suppressing her emotions, the emotion of wanting to destroy everything in existence and become the very manifestation of the world's destruction itself.
『 Those little rats, if I wasn't reaching a crucial point…』 as the loud commotions echoed outside, several Desolates whose bodies were already somewhat mutated came in to report the situation to her.
The Nanwu Shaman's voice currently sounded like nails scratching on glass, not only was it exceptionally discomforting to the ear, it was also hard to hear what she was saying.
『 How unfortunate, I had originally prepared to personally guide that Yunhe tribe brat to our Lord after everything was over, but if he already ran away, then forget it! 』
While Yun Yi had plenty of shortcomings, he also had praiseworthy attributes: When the disaster first occurred in the Yunhe tribe, he was affected and came into contact with the Lord of Disaster's name, then personally witnessed the scene of his tribe's destruction and his tribesmen turning into monsters.
Afterwards, he was under house arrest in the Nanwu tribe and subjected to torture by his own conscience while also constantly immersed in the gradually thickening presence of disaster within the Nanwu tribe. A normal person would have already been filled with the will to destroy and become a follower of the Lord of Disaster during this period of time, but Yun Yi was merely mentally fatigued, which showed just how firm his will was.
At the same time, while people like him were the most difficult to delude, once they had become deluded and had their thought process changed, they would fall even more thoroughly compared to others. In the Nanwu Shaman's hundred-odd years of living, she had seen plenty of examples of this already.
For example, there was once a tribe called Chishan near the Nanwu tribe that had produced a genius. Even with her current discerning eyes, she would still consider him to be an absolute genius, that genius was also completely loyal to the Chishan tribe, having gone through many trials of life and death for their sake with a firm mind, unlike any others.
Until one day, he was such a paragon that the young Chishan Shaman at the time felt concerned for his own position.
What followed afterwards was a simple framing plot, the genius was condemned to have been cooperating with other tribes, while all the people who had ever received his aid and had supported him in the past stayed completely silent. And he had dedicated a lot to everyone in the tribe, personally or not.
When you had supported someone so much that they simply couldn't repay your favor, your support would feel like a sharp knife being plunged into their dignity, becoming a heavy burden on their mentality. At a point like this, most people would decide to react in an extreme manner to your favors.
The majority of them would wish that you were simply dead so that they no longer had to repay that debt and be free of the burden, they would even fan the flames, saying that the support they had received in the past was nothing but a ploy. They would repay kindness with cruelty and slander, hoping to pull you down from your previous position to balance their minds.
That genius ended up being treated this way, but of course, some people still had their conscience, so he managed to escape with their help and returned to the Chishan tribe a few years later with his own tribe.
The ever-friendly person who once helped others as his joy was using nothing the absolute cruelest means at his disposal to massacre those who were once his fellow tribesmen, additionally, his mannerism had also completely changed, becoming a man of notoriety.
Although his situation was much different compared to Yun Yi, the same principles would apply. The more one insisted on maintaining their bottom line, the more foolish they would feel their past self was once that bottom line was broken.
『 Then again, why exactly did the Demons suddenly attack the tribe? 』the Nanwu Shaman was puzzled.
Their tribe was nowhere near the Demon race, and their plans recently had not targeted the Demon race at all, so this was a bit strange.
『 Send people out! Search every corner and report any hint of abnormalities you find! 』
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At another location, Yun Yi continued to follow this group of Celestials. These people's actions and words had gradually dispelled Yun Yi's worries, it was as if they naturally carried a presence that calmed others.
Especially their eyes which had remained consistently clear and sharp, no one could discern any wavering emotions from within them. It truly must be said, after discarding his prejudice towards the so-called 'Demon race', Yun Yi's impression of the race called Celestials was getting better.
Of course, it was still a fact that the Celestial's appearance had created huge pressure on the Desolates' living conditions. Celestial Po Nan also didn't bother to hide their intentions at all, admitting that they intended to find their Holy Child Meng Luo in order to resolve the shortcoming of the Celestials, from which point they would use him to help the Celestials take over the entire Desolate Sacrifice world.
From the perspective of a Desolate, the Celestials were enemies beyond a doubt, but Yun Yi's own tribe had already been destroyed. Furthermore, after being tortured for so long, as his mental faculties regained their clarity, the more he thought about the issue of Celestials versus Desolates, the more he felt like siding with the Celestials.
At the same time, for the Celestials, any individual who had tread onto, or was simply willing to walk onto the path to eternal peace was a person worthy of respect. They weren't against Yun Yi joining the Celestials, as the Celestial race valued an individual's spirit more than they did their bloodline.
Very quickly, they once again found traces of Meng Luo, at which point Noah and Lan Shan were observing them from a distance.
If everything went as planned, Meng Luo would be able to lure the other Desolate tribes here to attack the Nanwu tribe and successfully pull off his ambush at the very last moment. His role during this entire event would be even more crucial than what he had imagined.
In the end, the Lord of Disaster still hadn't manifested his Pathway, his roots in this world were still lacking, which made him unable to face a [Protagonist Aura] head-on. If he couldn't come up with a solution, the Nanwu tribe would simply become an event where the [Protagonist] showed off his mettle.
Obviously, Negary would not allow that to happen. Using the world's information sea, he branded Meng Luo as the Holy Child of the Celestial race. If Meng Luo took on this title and entered the path of eternal peace, this [Protagonist] would become Negary's pawn.
After all, from the moment he infected a portion of the world's consciousness, Negary could already be considered a part of this world's spirit, albeit a small part, it was still more than enough for him to accept a [Protagonist].
Naturally, the Desolate Sacrifice world's spirit would not let this occur without interfering. And so, while Meng Luo was originally going to become the oriole behind the praying mantis after sending out information of the Nanwu tribe, he was very coincidentally discovered by a high-level Warrior from the Meng tribe.
Without any other choices, Meng Luo could only flee from this center of conflict. The pursuing Meng tribe warriors even accidentally discovered traces of the Celestial's group and clashed, leaving Meng Luo to run away deep into the Desolates' territory, where the Celestials would not be able to reach.
However, this also made him unable to participate in the events at the Nanwu tribe.
Normal Disaster-infected Desolates were the same monster filled with thorns and blades that initially showed up. Each of them was as strong as a Warrior who had just obtained their first Skill, but since they were irrational, despite being ferocious and unafraid of death, they were easily kited to death without any sort of coordination.
The alliance of several tribes naturally brought with them an ample number of high-level Warriors, including quite a few Warriors who had reached the Converging Path as well, not to mention the artifacts that the Shamans had discreetly brought with them.
Everything went smoothly in the beginning. The uncoordinated Disaster-infected Desolates were easily killed en masse through long-distance curses; the Converging Path Warriors were also like wolves among a flock of sheep, easily massacring these mindless beasts.
But it all changed when the Nanwu Shaman acted.
As the Nanwu Shaman reappeared, their previous impression of her was completely broken. Her original wrinkly old woman appearance had regressed, becoming a young girl of about 14-15 years old. She was about 150cm in height and carried the characteristics expected of someone that age.
If not for her hysteric bloodshot eyes brought by massacres and destruction, as well as her distorted grin and terrifying strength, no one would ever believe that this girl was once the Nanwu Shaman.
Her strength far surpassed the limit of the alliance, using her ridiculous level of power to completely rip away the will to fight from the attackers. The tribe alliance was thoroughly defeated with numerous Warriors losing their lives on the battlefield, all of their corpses were kept by the Nanwu tribe.
More and more black smoke drifted and swirled, causing the dead Disaster-infected Desolates to stand back up once again.
Disaster is coming…
