Protect Our Chief

At the moment when the commotion began to rise.

"Silence!"

Wang Luojing’s commanding shout resounded, her voice was not loud, yet it swept across the entire venue like a wave.

Over the decades, the name of Quasi-Saintess Jing has risen within the entire Saint Gu Worm Race, and now she is celebrated by countless commoners, naturally, she has her mighty influence.

In an instant, the scene fell silent, even those with ulterior motives were temporarily subdued, fearing exposure and capture.

"Since Daqian and the Wang Family began helping us, the Saint Gu Worm Race, it has not yet been forty years." Wang Luojing spoke with authoritative demeanor, her voice reaching in all directions, "The lives of our Saint Gu Worm Race people have undergone earth-shaking changes. Our total population has grown from less than ten million to eighteen million, with the vast majority of the growth being young people and children."

"Nowadays, which family’s elderly still need to ’entomb with insects’ to save food? Which household remains cold and hungry? Even the conflicts between villages have diminished. Everyone should ask themselves, how much has life changed compared to the past?"

"Some still say that Daqian is an alien race, harboring ill intentions towards the Saint Gu Worm Race. But the investigations and research by the Cold Moon Immortal Dynasty have long proven that all the nations and tribes on the earth today, regardless of being advanced or backward, are remnants of the Divine Martial Dynasty, with no other races."

"We, the people of the Saint Gu Worm Race, alongside the Daqian people, even the Southern Qin people, the Western Jin people, and the Immortal Dynasty people, all share the same physical structure. In our blood flows the same lineage — that of the Divine Martial Dynasty."

Wang Luojing’s words also won the agreement of many, especially among the crowd of onlookers, where there are too many young people. Having grown accustomed to today’s life, how could they possibly want to return to the past?

Moreover, having witnessed Daqian’s prosperity and strength, their awe of Daqian prevents them from wanting a war with it.

"Saintess Jing, Saintess Jing!"

Wang Luojing’s supporters began chanting slogans, supporting Saintess Jing’s succession.

Elder Chan jumped out again, saying, "Isn’t it better for everyone to be commonly prosperous, to develop together, and to move toward a beautiful future? If someone harbors ill intentions to sabotage the fortune of the Saint Gu Worm Race, they would be my enemy, Elder Chan’s enemy!"

"They would also be my enemy, Elder Qi’s enemy."

One by one, the Gu Elders stood out to state their positions.

Both sides seemed to be in a stalemate. For a while, many from the neutral faction did not know how to choose.

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Almost simultaneously.

Outside the Gu God Village, several dozen miles away, within a dense forest.

A team of three hundred people was hidden within the dense forest. Their breath was introverted and sustained, as if they were one with the forest. The armor and weapons on this elite team, though standardized equipment, had all reached the level of Middle-Grade Magical Treasures.

Banners were flying in the wind in all directions, stirring up waves of invisible energy. The mist gradually filled in, isolating this forest to prevent the prying of divine thoughts and other means.

They were none other than the renowned Grand Marshal’s Guard Camp.

This Guard Camp had high requirements, where the minimum entry was at the Early Stage of the Celestial Human Realm, and there were as many as three Purple Mansion Realm cultivators among them, with a considerable number of Middle to Late Stage Celestial Human Realm backbones.

Therefore, even with only three hundred in number, they were an incredibly formidable force.

They not only had to take on the heavy responsibility of guarding the safety of the Grand Marshal, preventing the enemy’s decapitation tactics, but at crucial moments, they also had to undertake the assault responsibilities.

They were different from ordinary Black Tortoise cultivators. They were from the military system, being not only reliably loyal but also more disciplined and good at army array fighting. Their collective combat abilities were much stronger compared to cultivators from ordinary Noble Families.

On the Outer Domain Battlefield, the name of the Daqian Marshal’s Personal Guard Camp was quite famous, for it had once, as an attack force, successfully trapped and killed several Divine Power Realm demons, creating significant renown.

In front of this team.

Grand Marshal Xiao Limo stood with his hands behind him, in the bitter cold wind, his silhouette seemed to carry a hint of desolation.

In the distance.

Prince Dexin and Luo Yuqing were negotiating with a Barbarian Gu Clan member full of tattoos on his skin.

"Wabak, you failed to ambush the Wang Family back then and retreated, then voluntarily requested to return to the Barbarian Gu Race to accumulate power, preparing to cooperate with me inside and out, which is not wrong. But why did you not transmit the news of the dramatic changes within the Barbarian Gu Race to me?" Prince Dexin’s expression slightly unpleasant, "Could it be that you have already betrayed me?"

"Your Highness, all my operations within the Saint Gu Worm Race are cautious, mainly to accumulate power secretly, of course, I can’t act rashly." Wabak was also somewhat angry, "I also didn’t expect that Your Highness couldn’t even control such obvious intelligence."

"Now I suspect, Your Highness, whether you can control the situation. Don’t let some of the old brothers, who I’ve painstakingly recruited, end up getting sacrificed. Back in the day, it was also because of Your Highness’s poor intelligence, severely underestimating the Wang Family’s power, which led to my failed ambush and almost getting killed by the Wang Family!"

Facing Wabak’s doubts and anger, Prince Dexin couldn’t help but feel his old face flushing, glaring angrily at Luo Yuqing beside him. Dawn and Luo Yuqing, really becoming more and more useless.

"Your Highness," Luo Yuqing also said discontentedly, "I am from the Immortal Dynasty, and I gave up everything to assist Prince Kang initially. Frankly speaking, the parts we are responsible for in the Emperor’s Son’s failed contention are very few."

"Now we live like rats crossing the street, making intelligence-gathering extremely difficult. If you think Yuqing is not up to it, you might as well remove me, and I’ll just return to the Immortal Dynasty."

She had a strong air of "If you think I’m not good enough, do it yourself."

Prince Dexin felt a burst of anger in his heart.

It’s truly ’a dragon swimming in shallow waters gets played by shrimps.’ Back in the day, who dared to disobey him when he spoke? Now even Wabak and Luo Yuqing dared to speak to him like this. However, at this moment, how much power could he still wield?

Reluctantly, he had to appease Wabak and Luo Yuqing, with a much gentler tone: "I also know the current situation is rather difficult, but after this round, we can turn the tables. I just ask you, Wabak, can you and your accumulated powers control the gates of the Gu God Village and stabilize the internal situation?"

"I can. After all, my influence back then still lingers, and some of my old brothers also dislike Saintess Dai’s ways." Wabak stated solemnly, "Especially with Elder Ga, he has been waiting for my return for a long time."

"Good, as long as you can control the gates and the situation, we can win this time." Prince Dexin said enthusiastically, "Emperor’s Son An has no more than two Divine Power Realm guards by his side, plus a group of immature youngsters, they are no match for our military force."

"Wabak, Yuqing, don’t be impatient. Once successful, you’ll definitely get what you want."

Prince Dexin spoke convincingly, yet in his heart, he secretly noted their behavior at this critical moment.

"Thank you, Your Highness." Wabak and Luo Yuqing both bowed.

For a moment, a heated eagerness appeared in Prince Dexin’s eyes.

The time has come, and the game will determine victory or defeat, everyone!

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