Chapter 2061 - 2054: The Goods Have Arrived
The martial artist’s words finally caught the attention of others. No wonder some companions disappeared inexplicably just now; it turns out that some unknown assassins had infiltrated the battlefield!
"It’s not Warcraft!" someone pointed to a pile of items on the ground that hadn’t been picked up yet, saying, "If it were Warcraft, they wouldn’t drop anything other than the items they’re wearing after killing people!"
"Who’s trying to cause internal conflict at a time like this?" someone angrily said, "It’s simply idiotic! Can’t they distinguish between what’s important? Don’t let me run into them; I’ll kill them if I do!"
"No, it shouldn’t be one of our own humans!" someone immediately said, "I suspect it’s individuals from other races! Although we humans like to fight among ourselves, we wouldn’t do something this insane!"
"Exactly, everyone’s goals are aligned at this point, and attacking our own people now serves no benefit; it must be someone from another race who has mixed in with us."
"What? How is that possible? All races are currently suffering from Warcraft sieges, barely able to guard their own main cities. How could anyone have time to come to another race and cause trouble?"
"It’s not impossible," said a powerful dao realm expert, "Don’t forget, some races have highly advanced technological civilizations. They’ve been surviving in this world for a very long time and might have transformed their main cities long ago, allowing them to easily withstand the beast tide."
Many people fell silent upon hearing this. He was right; some powerful races have indeed reached unimaginable levels.
The Ice Demon Race is powerful, but among the billions of races, they are merely a mid-upper race, and the higher the rank, the more unimaginable their power becomes.
The human race is truly too weak, scarcely qualified to have any interaction with those top-tier races. Some races’ strength exists only in legend.
It’s said that all races are divided into two factions: one is those who directly or indirectly enhance themselves through technological strength, creating various powerful technological weapons.
The other faction, like humans, is those who explore their own potential. Regardless of which energy system they practice, it falls into this category.
Among the technological races still existing today, one race is said to have developed to an incredibly fearsome level. Their weapons can easily kill a dao realm limit level Warcraft, and even inflict some damage on Guardian Beasts!
As for those powerful cultivation races, they’ve transformed their bodies into the most powerful weapons. Their bodies can even fiercely contest with some of the weaker Guardian Beasts. In front of them, those Warcraft seem as weak as toys.
Unless those Warcraft have reached the level of Guardian Beasts, they pose little threat to those races!
Such races are fully capable of easily enduring the beast tide, even needing only a small portion of their resources to counter it, naturally granting them the ability to leave their main cities and cause trouble among other races.
This is not good news. If the individual who infiltrated our battlefield indeed comes from another race, it at least indicates they are warriors from a mighty top-tier race!
"Who the hell are you? If you have the guts, don’t hide in the shadows!" said Moses, a dao realm limit expert among humans. Standing over five meters tall, this tower-like man ranks in the top ten among humans in terms of strength!
"We’ve been discovered!"
"Hahaha, these humans aren’t very strong, but their perception is not bad. Some among them even avoided our assassination!"
"Whatever, even if we’re exposed, what can they do to us?"
"Let’s come out and greet them!"
With a bit of a mocking tone echoing around them, twelve figures appeared before their eyes.
All twelve bore exoskeletons on their bodies, which looked like some close-fitting armor but without appearing bulky or heavy.
Bone spikes akin to blades grew on their elbows, already wielding a fraction of the power of a supreme weapon!
"All of these individuals are at the dao realm limit and terrifyingly strong!" Moses quickly evaluated their strength, "What race are you from, and why are you attacking our human warriors?"
"Have you heard of the Sacrifice God Clan?" the leader asked.
"Sacrifice God Clan? Are you adventurers from the Sacrifice God Clan?" Moses clearly had heard of this race.
"This race, among all races, can perhaps rank in the top 100," Moses whispered, "Their bodies are said to be very special, continually able to devour the genetics of other creatures and enhance themselves with powerful genes. It’s a race with a strong potential for growth."
"Does such a race exist?" Others looked solemn; ranking in the top 100 already proved this race’s extraordinary nature.
"I also heard that their bodies are integrated with the genes of a Guardian Beast. Their exoskeleton comes from the power of that Guardian Beast and possesses strong defensive and attack power."
"And the number of this race is also frightening, around 1.2 billion! At least half of them have reached the dao realm limit!"
"Damn, a race this powerful, what are they doing in such a perilous place?" someone cursed, "Being so strong, can’t they gather just 100 million Supreme Coins and 100 Supreme Crystals?"
"Here’s something I know; the stronger the race, the harder it is for them to acquire these resources," another human expert said, "For example, if we humans and they simultaneously kill a King Level Warcraft, we might get hundreds of Supreme Coins, while they might get less than 10!"
"It seems the rules of this world are still very fair, but what’s their real objective?"
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"Folks, our humans shouldn’t have much interaction with your Sacrifice God Clan, right? As for hatred, there should be even less of it. Why are you attacking us humans?" Moses asked in a relatively polite tone.
He didn’t want to provoke this formidable race, yet he couldn’t just let human martial artists die in vain!
"Do we need to explain to you why we’re killing you?" A Sacrifice God Clan adventurer sneered, "Perhaps you can blame yourselves for acquiring things you’re not worthy of."
Every human glanced at their supreme weapons and supreme armor, and at that moment, they seemed to understand these individuals’ motives!
The drop rate of killing Warcraft is extremely low, and acquiring these supreme weapons is as difficult as reaching the sky!
Among this race of over 1 billion, fewer than 100 supreme weapons exist, many of which are handed down through generations, possibly for thousands or tens of thousands of years, with the entire race unable to add a single new supreme weapon!
They saw that the human race, weaker than them, each possessing superior weapons and wearing better armor, naturally felt unbalanced!
Pillage is forever the quickest way to amass wealth. Killing Warcraft, even a million of them, might not drop a supreme weapon, but killing these humans, 100% of everything they have would be dropped!
So they didn’t overthink it and just came to the humans to stock up.
"You humans probably number in the tens of millions, right?" the Sacrifice God Clan warrior licked his lips, "Such a number of supreme weapons could achieve their greatest potential in our Sacrifice God Clan’s hands, don’t you think?"