Deities: Starting From Goblins

Chapter 597: Chapter 374 Luo_1

Merely due to a few sentences from Dashiell Skyward, the Western Wilderness Forces fell apart completely, an outcome lamented by many; Logan, too, shook his head.

This was like trying to support a wall with mud—it simply would not hold. Initially, when everyone had a common enemy in Demonic Sky Gate which was to be feared, the alternative awaiting everyone was death.

Now, with only a few Lords remaining, how could they fight against the Demonic Sky Gate? Even though there were still numerous Sects in the Central Region, by the time Demonic Sky Gate got there, the Western Wasteland would already be in ruins.

Bart Cloud was extremely frustrated, not understanding, “Why has the situation developed to this point? It wasn’t long ago that we were all discussing how to deal with Demonic Sky Gate!”

“A levee thousands of miles long may be destroyed by an anthill. While it seemed that all forces of the Western Wasteland were united as one, once one person leaves, it causes several others to follow, even if many don’t want to leave, they’re compelled by the situation, fearing the bond between them breaking.”

Logan shrugged his shoulders and said with a playful smile, “They didn’t even consider that the resources of Demonic Sky Gate are already exhausted. How could they possibly offer so many benefits as they promised? It’s nothing but bluster. Maybe they really would fulfill their promise, but it would surely be by plundering all of the Western Wasteland’s resources.”

“Is there really no way at all?” Bart Cloud couldn’t bear the thought of countless living beings being trampled upon. These forces might preserve themselves, but what about the millions of common people? They would certainly be preyed upon by Demonic Sky Gate, and that would result in millions dead.

Logan did not respond. Now, facing Demonic Sky Gate was as difficult as scaling the heavens. There was little chance of victory even before, yet if everyone had come together, they might have stood a chance at arm-wrestling the Sanctuary Powerhouse from Demonic Sky Gate. But now, it was all empty talk.

In the face of this situation, Logan was not willing to offer a helping hand. First, he himself found the problem troublesome, and second, since these Western Wasteland forces were unwilling to put in the effort, why should Logan lend them a hand? It was their choice to submit to Demonic Sky Gate.

The most anxious person there was Peregrine Azure from Heavenly Saint Sect. With most of the Sects having defected to Demonic Sky Gate, the situation for him was now even worse; and crucially, even the three Lords had now decided to give up.

If there was no force in Western Wasteland to hinder Demonic Sky Gate, they would surely reach the Central Region within a day. The first to suffer would be the Saint Sky Sect. Perhaps they were not afraid before, but now the rumor was all the Powerhouses were trapped in the Ancient Secret Realm.

The outcome of this battle was obvious then; Saint Sky Sect would certainly be no match for Demonic Sky Gate, not even if all the Central Region forces combined. The Central Region had been a powerhouse because it used to have over a dozen Sanctuary Powerhouses.

In an attempt to awaken the fighting spirit of the great Lords, Peregrine Azure pleaded earnestly, “These Sects can evade, but you Lords cannot. Don’t forget your cities house millions of common people, and outside the walls of your cities, many more live.”

“Our three Lords’ cities wouldn’t have remained safe for so long without anything to rely on, or else they would have been conquered long ago.”

Cain Scarlet curled his lips, similar to the City-protecting Array of the Wexler Clan led by Sandy Wexler, his own Scarlet Clan had similar arrangements. If it really came to that, he too could close the city gates and ensure the safety of those within for decades.

Samuel Westman nodded, his blood boiling just a moment ago. But now, seeing the Sects betray them and join Demonic Sky Gate like ingrates, he only felt a chill, wondering why he should be the one to fight to the death when he could just lay down and yield.

Peregrine Azure was at a loss for words, but after thinking, he continued, “Indeed, you may close the gates and Demonic Sky Gate might not be able to break in, but you also have to consider food. How much does it take to feed millions in a city for a day? How much reserves do you have to spend?”

“By my estimates, you won’t last more than three months, and after that, you will have to open the gates. Instead of dragging out a meager existence for three months, why not fight Demonic Sky Gate head-on? Perhaps you could secure a slim chance of survival, and besides, we still have so many Sects in the Central Region!”

“Don’t forget, Cultivators can fast,” Sandy Wexler replied indifferently. Food was indeed a big issue, but Cultivators could go without eating for half a year or more, so it’s only the common people who would consume food. He could simply teach the cultivation techniques to everyone.

Let the common people cultivate on their own; those who reach the Mythical Realm could survive, while those who don’t will succumb once the food runs out. This was a necessary evil, as confronting Demonic Sky Gate head-on was akin to seeking death. He couldn’t afford to make this thankless effort.

“I’ll ask one more time, are you Sects really planning to join Demonic Sky Gate?” Cain Scarlet looked around and asked loudly, putting the question to everyone.

This was his last inquiry, the final glimmer of hope before his heart would freeze completely. If they came to their senses, they could unite against Demonic Sky Gate. Otherwise, if they remained obstinate, the hearts of the Lords would grow cold, and they would swiftly return to their cities.

At the moment, Sandy Wexler and the others looked on, but the Sect Leaders all hung their heads in silence. They were aware that joining Demonic Sky Gate was a gamble, even one that might lead to certain doom, but what choice did they have against the mighty Demonic Sky Gate?

After all, opposing Demonic Sky Gate meant less than a thirty percent chance of survival. Now all they could do was make a bet, hoping Demonic Sky Gate would keep their promise and spare them.