Unstoppable Crushing: Starting from Adding Points in Dreams

It seemed as if there was a sense.

On the palace of the Holy City, someone gazed into the distance for a long time, vaguely seeing several silhouettes reduced to mere dots.

The youth on the throne exuded a twilight aura, his breath weak.

The expressions of the golden-armored men and the green-vined woman on either side varied, but all held a hint of worry.

"I hope everything goes smoothly."

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Swoosh!!

A few days later.

Fierce winds blew, and over a dozen winged serpents hovered in mid-air.

This was a vast flat area located beneath a low mountain, on an expansive plain, near a lake.

Stone-crafted walls enclosed the surroundings, solemnly separating the inside from the outside.

Every several meters, a black stone tower stood tall, with two snake-man sentries carrying longbows and quivers standing within, vigilantly watching the outside world.

From a bird's-eye view, rows of wooden houses could be seen inside the stone walls, lined up in layers, the sound of footsteps constantly ringing.

Black-scaled snake-men carrying long spears and wearing armor patrolled the vicinity, along with red-scaled, silver-scaled, and other multicolored-scaled snake-men appearing everywhere.

At a glance, there were at least a thousand people.

"Why haven't we assembled the army to attack the Holy City yet?"

"I don't know, is it because of that outsider?"

"Is he really as powerful as the rumors say?"

Low murmurs of discussion rose among the scattered snake-man warriors, not only from the Black Blade Tribe but also many smaller tribes that relied on them for survival.

Most snake-men were unaware of the decisions above, but they were all confident and clear on one point.

"The Holy City is just a turtle shell. If all the mighty saints strike together, it will surely be crushed."

"Yes, if we can conquer the Holy City soon, we snake-men can completely rule the entire continent!"

"No matter how powerful the outsider is, he can't compare to the high priests of the tribes..."

Similar voices continued to surface, and some snake-men spotted trembling human slaves in the corners, laughing and picking up whips to lash out harshly with insults and abuses.

Such scenes were just a microcosm of the corners around the wooden houses of the Black Blade Tribe, frequently playing out and occurring.

But in contrast to these snake-men's moods, within the wooden house at the center, isolated by a barrier, there was a sense of concern.

"A message from the Divine Temple states that the outsider has already arrived and, for the moment, we have lost track of him, urging us to be cautious."

"Even the Barbarian Bone Saint failed last time, do you think he'll come to attack us?"

"It seems we need to plan early, maybe retreat temporarily and regroup after he leaves?"

"Impossible, those small tribes are in remote areas. If we retreat, it would be uncertain when we could gather again."

Various high priests and elders from medium to large snake-man tribes sat around in the wooden house, nearly ten of them.

Even the weakest had strength at the Fifth Rank, with three sitting at the main positions.

Some in black robes remained silent, others wore red-scale hoods, or were burly, clad in silver armor.

It was indeed the three high priests of the Black Blade, Fire Rong, and Silver Wood tribes, all Saint Level powerhouses.

"Rong Yan, what do you think?"

The Black Blade High Priest asked in a deep voice. Among the Eight Great Tribes, they had the closest ties with the Fire Rong.

"About the outsider's matter, many small to medium tribes do not know the truth."

"If the truth is revealed, it might unsettle the army's morale, unfavorable to subsequent offensives."

The aged snake-man with a red hood and fiery red scales shook his head, his tone somewhat serious and with a sigh.

The Black Blade High Priest seemed a bit irritated, holding an enduring anger and doubt in his heart.

The Barbarian Bone, stronger than himself, was the Divine Temple Saint chosen by the Winged Serpent King.

He couldn't fathom why that base outsider could kill him, and even repel a strand of power that descended from the Winged Serpent King responding to prayer.

"How long until the reinforcements from the other five tribes arrive?"

The burly snake-man clad in silver-heavy armor suddenly spoke, his snake eyes glinting coldly.

The outsider was not to be underestimated, but he was also displeased with this so-called plan to assault the Holy City.

This task should have been a joint effort by the Eight Great Tribes, yet it turned out that only their three tribes were depleting their foundations and the strengths of their affiliated tribes.

If this delay continued, the Silver Wood Tribe would definitely withdraw its troops.

"Due to the northern and southern separation, the journey is long, and limited by the rugged mountains of Heavenly Tragedy Mountain...."

"The message from the Five Great Tribes is still on its way; it may take until next month to truly reach the south."

A Fifth Rank snake-man elder answered tremblingly, feeling a bit uneasy.

Boom!

As expected, the Silver Wood High Priest smacked the table and stood, his face full of anger.

"Then retreat!"

"Let them explain themselves to the Divine Temple!"

The aura of a Sixth-order Saint spilled out, shaking the entire wooden house floor, and the barrier isolating it vibrated with dense ripples.

The atmosphere froze into silence, the anger-filled pressure causing several snake-man elders to shiver, bowing slightly.

Seeing the situation verge on unraveling, the Black Blade High Priest quickly suppressed his irritation and spoke timely.

"Silver Cang, the Five Great Tribes are too much."

"We three tribes are united. If they don't arrive, our army won't set out either."

The Black Blade High Priest was also displeased with these northern Five Great Tribes' small tricks.

Exchanging glances, the Fire Rong Tribe High Priest, Rong Yan, also nodded lightly and followed up in persuasion.

"Indeed, Silver Cang, this matter after all is the Divine Temple's decree."

"If you withdraw now, wouldn't it benefit the Five Great Tribes and give them the upper hand?"

The two played along, barely managing to comfort and calm the other.

"When will the Divine Temple arrive?"

Silver Cang, the Silver Wood High Priest, asked gravely, barely restraining his anger, still standing in place.

"A message from the Divine Temple states that angels responded to prayer, delivering two portions of Angel Power."

"The two dispatched Holy Envoys are on their way and will arrive at the latest the day after tomorrow."

The Fifth Rank elder from the Black Blade Tribe answered respectfully, producing a special secret order received today.

This statement caused everyone in the wooden house to simultaneously pause, then bright lights shone in their serpentine eyes.

"Hahaha, excellent."

The Black Blade High Priest suddenly laughed, his irritation dissipating substantially.

Angel Power, and two portions at that.

If the envoys could arrive in time, then his Black Blade Tribe would naturally be without concern, and the Snake-man Army need not worry about the outsider and the Holy City's sudden attacks.

With similar thoughts arising, the expressions of both saints, Rong Yan and Silver Cang, softened, the latter slowly sitting back down without further comment.

"It seems this war will soon end."

After discussing their subsequent strategies, the Black Blade High Priest laughed, and everyone understood his meaning.

The Angel Power would soon arrive in time, and if the envoys could make it here, his Black Blade Tribe would naturally benefit.

As for the Five Great Tribes who kept delaying their troops, they were left on their own to make excuses to the Divine Temple.

Seeing this, the retake of the Holy City seemed promising.

The sound of plans being arranged echoed around the room.

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