Chapter 965
Chapter 965 - 951 Rainbow Light
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"Is this the world that Zhao Yan spoke of where an Evil God hides in seclusion? It seems quite peaceful...."
Having just entered this area, "Rainbow Light" Sun Yi took a deep breath. The air here was much better than the previous heavy industrial world.
At the end of the day, Lu Ping’an’s observations could still only be considered a cursory glance. Every multi-universe ethnic group has its own derivation and operating logic.
In a certain sense, the civilization of the Feather Tribe is somewhat similar to a counterpart of the Su Country from a certain era, the one that plays with comprehensive management, only on a much larger scale.
Some worlds are responsible for population, some for culture, some for industry... but ninety percent of the worlds are based on light industry and agriculture, affording them ample strategic resources, potential human resources, and an extremely stable social structure.
Enough strategic depth is the confidence of this civilization, but the slow and dull reality of development, and the lack of initiative in diplomatic thought, is why a new stellar creatures civilization such as humanity dares to make a move on them.
"I wonder what Mr. Zhao has invited us here for this time. It’s hard to imagine that such a world with nothing to gain harbors a hidden Evil God."
"Glass Dancer" Su Xingying was somewhat uneasy; she had opposed her mentor coming here, as she always felt that Zhao Yan was no good.
Of course, since it’s a Blood Feast, there are no "good things" by human definition here, but even among a bunch of bastards who challenge moral boundaries, Zhao Yan is the least decent of them all.
"Rainbow Light" Sun Yi shook his head; he had never cared about that.
Unlike the newly risen Zhao Yan, although also a seventh-tier Strongman, this one was a veteran.
"...What I care about are opportunities, opportunities for development."
The group from the Blood Feast did not fare well here.
As long as a world requires force, strong individuals are always welcome. If not for the oppression of the Allied Forces of the Gods released by humans, they would have done quite well.
But, unexpectedly, the humans took the most intense form of retribution within their capacity.
Black crows bringing misfortune are naturally shunned, and once the humans reported their misdeeds, along with their nature of "Self-consumption," their reputation was ruined.
If their conduct could still be corrected, how could the innate nature of these "scavengers" be changed? These individuals are born culprits, and the higher the order of their will, the firmer their path, the less likely there is a way back.
To shelter or recruit them would definitely entail extra costs, both in terms of reputation and substance... There will certainly be those who recruit this "quality combat power," but not necessarily now.
Such is the trend. The high-order professionals from the Blood Feast see it clearly. The Allied Forces of the Gods of humanity will eventually leave, and intelligent creatures are bound to forget, especially when the "harm" is only hearsay.
By then, they could change their identities, even their species, and with their outstanding strength, they could still receive fairly good treatment.
If there was truly no hope, they would have found ways to escape by now.
However, not just Zhao Yan, but other high-order professionals are also running out of patience....
"Dealing with an Evil God is actually a good thing for us...."
For ordinary professionals and Extraordinaries, trading with the Proper Gods of these Feather Tribes is naturally beneficial.
The patron deities of a species, having resources, connections, and even good reputations, can naturally afford to keep such high-level combat power, but...
"...we have no road back."
Every world has light and therefore darkness too, with legitimate livelihoods, and not without its share of gray or even black areas.
For the people of the Blood Feast, Evil Gods are actually more suitable than Proper Gods... Their Life requires the nourishment of more lives; the Order Camp is not suitable for them.
This is not to say that all "Evil Gods" are heretical. The civilizations of the multi-universe tend to be multifaceted; they need "Guardian Gods," "Civilization Gods" for internal affairs, as well as "War Gods," "Gods of Conquest," and "Gods of Enslavement" for external affairs.
Some things sound unpleasant and are not suitable for public discussion, but that doesn’t mean they are "illegal".
For a long time, the people of the Blood Feast had been waiting, waiting for a deity camp that was sufficiently corrupt and extreme to come and trade with them, to take them in.
To them, the most hurtful thing was actually the betrayal of the Blood-crow... The Blood-crow, being "of the avian kind", chose as a deity to align with a new ethnic group and became one of the Guardian Gods of the tribe.
With the help of other deities, the Blood-crow was completing its transformation.
After paying a huge price, it would become a Demigod under some Big Boss Deity, acquiring a new Divine Position and Domain.,
This was very normal; high-level civilizations drew resources, assets, and even gods from lower-level civilizations, just as the Moon God and the Seal Master had done, realigning their divine positions with the world.
This was undoubtedly a "Road", and it even vaguely represented the whitewashing from an Evil God to a Proper God, the necessary path to wholeheartedly integrating into the new world.
But clearly, to those old brothers who still followed him, it was naked betrayal.
"Damn, the Blood-crow only cares about saving itself, it’s heartless." But at this time, there was no one to complain to.
Some old brothers would continue to follow it, but it probably could no longer provide the "ladder upwards" that the others needed.
Their spirit had already dispersed, otherwise, there would not be Subordinates being expelled, and mid-tier as well as high-tier individuals living in anxiety.
Some are ascending, while others simply cannot...
"We, too, can no longer adapt to a peaceful life; these days have been somewhat hard for me."
Outwardly appearing as an ordinary middle-aged office worker, "Sun Yi" of the Rainbow Light, his name was a standard false name of the Blood Feast.
Zhao Qian Sun Li, plus a single-character nickname, as if a clone.
And by adopting a false name upon joining the Blood Feast, one essentially abandons the life of a normal person.
Walking the path of the Blood Feast for seventy years, becoming a Rule-level being, his life had long become like a river of blood, saturated with countless souls and flesh.
For his own cultivation and to keep himself alive and go further, he couldn’t remember how much "bread" he had consumed.
Ten thousand, a hundred thousand, or more?
He had been through so many battlefields, he himself could no longer remember the countless life-and-death struggles; early on, he was a "valiant soldier", but now, he resembled a tired middle-aged uncle ready to sleep at any moment.
He had grown disgusted and irritable, but he still could not stop.
Not because the killing brought him joy, nor because his power required new "Blood Food", but simply because he could not comprehend a day without slaughter.
At this moment, walking on the streets, his vacant eyes still lingered on the backs of the heads, necks, and hearts of the mortals.
He harbored no malice, not even the intent to kill; he merely wanted to taste the warmth of blood under his hands, to crush someone’s throat to see if they could wail in their dying moments, he wanted...
"Master Sun!"
The call of a companion, or perhaps a half-disciple, brought back his sense of reason.
Only then did Sun Yi realize that, without knowing it, he had already reached out his hand, with singular black light gathering at his fingertips.
He had nearly committed another massacre on this street.
"Heh, let’s go, the place we agreed upon is right here; let’s see what Zhao Yan is thinking. If he’s just messing with me, then I’ll want to crush his trachea to listen to the sound it makes...."
— End of Chapter 965 —