All the human followers of the Warlock god widened their eyes. That insignificant man, who tried to earn merit by being the first to insult the whale, ended up being instantly reduced to ashes by a sudden attack.
"Who dares attack the Three Sovereign Gods Sect?" roared the furious red-haired youth.
The whale and his large group reached the arena with light steps, and everyone felt a wave of scorching heat.
A hundred thousand cultivators dressed in red appeared in a distant corner of the arena. A phoenix symbol adorned their chests. Most were humans, but there were some elves and beasts among them.
Flames danced around these figures, making everyone in the arena feel an imminent danger. Amidst the chaos, one figure stood out. He exuded an imposing presence, with eyes glowing a dark, demonic red. Just his gaze sparked a demonic ferocity in anyone who met it.
"You dare threaten my brother? Let’s see if you can handle the consequences."
His voice echoed dryly as he landed on the ground, along with his entire army. He seemed like a volcano about to erupt, and everyone felt they should run for their lives before he exploded.
The whale continued walking calmly, while all the dwarves were surprised by those words. Zaimo, on the other hand, smiled happily. It was Almin, and he was very esteemed by the whole new generation that grew up in the city. This human got along with everyone and helped take care of the children. Zaimo grew up playing with Almin.
The whale looked at Almin without surprise, as he had already sensed through the array that he was at this convention. As soon as he crossed the channel, the whale activated the array so that Almin would know exactly where he was. Almin and his people were probably among the first to arrive at the arena and headed straight for the spot where they would be.
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"The Phoenix Cry Sect wants to compete with us? A bunch of alchemists? Hahaha!"
Another voice sounded; it was a short, very skinny human with black hair who approached, mocking. Along with him were another hundred thousand humans, their clothes indicating they also belonged to the Three Sovereign Gods Sect, but there was a difference in the symbol on their chests: a golden arrow in the center.
"If you think you’re better than the alchemists, then let me attack you directly, and don’t defend yourself. If you survive, I’ll kill myself right here in front of you, how about that?"
Almin spoke with a mocking tone. The short human scoffed dryly. His entire group drew their weapons, all wielding large bows.
Alm and Bruno finally met the third power of the Three Sovereign Gods Sect, known as the followers of the Sniper God.
In response, all the dwarves snorted and slammed the handles of their war hammers on the arena floor. The alchemists, in turn, drew their weapons: spears, flying swords, and bows, all geared toward long-range combat.
The air in the arena grew tense. The red-haired human believed that by joining forces with the snipers in the arena, they could crush the dwarves and the whale. With two hundred thousand allies against only half that number, he planned to focus on the whale while the sniper leader faced the other powerful dwarf.
"Pff, they’re just third-rate alchemists. Don’t be arrogant, human."
A rough voice sounded, and everyone turned to a male figure approaching with his army. He was a beast in human form, with peculiar fire runes covering his body, and a bloodline so powerful it made all the beasts in the arena feel suppressed.
Almin’s expression darkened. "You call yourselves alchemists? You’re just dogs wagging your tails for your masters. An alchemist stands on their own and lives for alchemy, not licking someone’s balls."
Alm and Bruno looked at the beast and felt its primordial bloodline linked to flames. It was a legendary beast they had never seen before, only heard about in legends: the Golden Crow. This was the Golden Crow Sect, the number one alchemist sect in the universe.
The Golden Crow Sect held the position of the sixth-largest sect in the universe. It was made up of beasts and humans and had been a close ally of the Three Sovereign Gods Sect for a long time.
However, something seemed off with this sect. The two leaders of the Warlocks and Snipers turned to them and narrowed their eyes. In this new army, there were only thirty thousand cultivators. The strangest thing was that the overwhelming majority were humans when there should have been a hundred thousand, with half of them being beasts.
"What the hell happened to your people?" asked the red-haired human dryly.
The beast sighed angrily as he looked at him but didn’t answer. The human realized something was wrong and just spat. "To hell with it, you’re enough. That bastard deserves to die..."
He stopped mid-sentence as he felt the ground tremble. Everyone turned toward a nearby direction and saw thousands of tall men approaching. They were big, muscular, dressed in animal skins, like savages.
Everyone knew who they were: the Berserkers. Practically all of them were men, with a terrifying and incomparable vitality and physical strength... as much as their lack of intelligence.
What surprised everyone was that no one had noticed them before. They were very quiet and calm, and their numbers were only fifty thousand. These idiots had far fewer skilled disciples than the others.
Their steps were heavy as they approached the whale with excited looks. The whale and everyone present were perplexed when they saw that eight of them were carrying a huge bed, on which another huge man was lying.
The big guy was sleeping on the bed, snoring like thunder, while the others carried him, completely immersed in his dreams in the middle of the convention.
"Rocky?" the whale murmured, recognizing that sleeping man.
"Sorry, sir, our leader’s still asleep." A strong man, who seemed to be in charge of the others, spoke helplessly.
"When’s he gonna wake up?" The whale couldn’t help but ask.
"Our leader was really hungry, but luckily he found an army of fire chickens while we were climbing the stairs. After eating his fill, he’s been sleeping the whole time... I don’t know when he’ll wake up..." The man replied promptly.
"Fire chickens?" The whale heard that and rubbed his chin, then turned to the Golden Crow man, almost laughing.
Everyone who heard this understood the hidden meaning and felt shocked. This guy... did he really eat almost all the beasts of the sixth largest clan in the universe? They thought, as cold sweat ran down their backs.
"YOU DARE TO KILL OUR ALLIES!" The red-haired human roared, his voice echoing through the arena.
"We didn’t kill them," the strong man responded, shaking his head slowly, like he was explaining something obvious to a child.
"Then where are they?" The redhead spat the words out, clearly not understanding.
"Right here." The strong man casually pointed to Rocky’s visibly swollen belly.
"What do you mean?" The redhead retorted, his face twisting in confusion.
"Our leader... he ate them all by himself," the strong man said with the utmost seriousness. "There were too many little chickens to count. He ate every single one of them. He got so full that he passed out. He’s been sleeping ever since."
A silence fell over the arena as everyone tried to process what they had just heard. The idea of someone eating thousands of ’chickens’ sounded utterly absurd, but the strong man’s face was so serious and honest that it was hard to doubt him. Even so, it was unbelievable.
"You... you must be talking shit!" the redhead exploded, his fury mixed with disbelief.
The strong man shook his head again, looking offended. "Our Berserker God’s Dao stops us from doing shit. The only thing we let out is farts," he replied with an expression of absolute seriousness.
"You..."
The redhead started trembling, red with anger. He felt like he was being made a fool of, but at the same time, he knew these Berserkers didn’t have the mental capacity to lie or bluff. That only made everything more frustrating. The fool was him for forgetting who he was dealing with.
Bruno struggled to keep from laughing. But before the whale could say anything, the furious voice of the Golden Crow leader boomed:
"Are you Berserkers going to betray our alliance and side with the dwarves?!"
The strong man slowly shook his head, as if trying to remember something important. "I don’t know. Before we left, the emperor said we should follow the Leader’s orders. The Leader said we should follow the arrangement of the Ogre-whale brother with the biscuit face and lost puppy look."
The whale, who was trying to keep a serious face, suddenly didn’t know whether to feel insulted or just angry. ’Biscuit face? Lost puppy look? Who comes up with these nicknames?’ Bruno thought, frustrated.
On the other side, the Golden Crow man frowned. "What nonsense is this? Are you making fun of us?"
"Sorry, I’m stupid. I don’t know how to talk right," the strong man replied, bowing innocently. "You should wait for our Leader to wake up and ask him, okay?"
"Don’t do that! We’re from the same sect, you’ll get yourselves killed!" A human woman from the Warlock group shouted, feeling that these innocent figures were being deceived.
Though the Berserkers had a powerful and intimidating appearance, some who were just listening to the exchange understood clearly... they were so dumb, they seemed to be kidding around. This completely shattered any threatening image they might have had. Instead, the kinder souls felt an odd urge to protect them.
"Thanks for your concern," the strong man replied sincerely. "We like to eat, and we’ve got a big appetite. Since we’ve got plenty of fat, we won’t starve."
Those words made it clear that the man felt no fear and treated them as if they weren’t a threat. The woman heard this and just sighed. How can you hate someone who’s literally as dumb as a rock, but also as pure as a puppy? Looking at the strong man’s simple and honest face, the woman felt completely powerless.
Meanwhile, the other humans were about to explode with anger. They knew little about the Berserkers, and to them, this attitude wasn’t just a sign of lack of intelligence, but a deliberate provocation. And, even worse, they knew that idiot was being absolutely sincere, which made everything even worse.
The two leaders of the Warlocks and Snipers, however, were serious. They knew the power of the Berserkers well. Even adding up their armies against the whale’s, and disregarding the weaker ones he brought along, the enemy’s numbers were still slightly superior.
The whale possessed an unknown power, something that required caution. Moreover, the alchemists from the Phoenix Cry Sect exerted a strange pressure, making it clear that attacking now would be extremely risky.
Seeing the leaders hesitate to attack, the others were perplexed, while the whale just sighed internally. ’Cowards.’ Alm spat mentally.
Bruno turned to Almin, studying him carefully. Then he observed Almin’s allies, scrutinizing them closely. Noticing this, Almin’s voice echoed through the array:
"They’re all alchemists, but I’ve only selected those who came from ascending worlds, with a few exceptions. They’ve all fought to survive and risked their lives to obtain resources and create pills. They’re not naive enough to think they can live just by making pills; survival comes first for them, and their resources are used to gain combat power."
The whale nodded and said, "It’s yours."
A long, red weapon appeared in the whale’s hand. It was an Immortal Ancestor Spear, Heaven Grade. It had been found on Devil Mountain by chance and was specialized in enhancing fire techniques. Alm and Bruno had kept it to give to their brother, improving only the material and adding two rune seals.
When Almin saw the spear, his eyes lit up. He had been using a Saint-level spear that he had bought from the sect. Since the sect focused on alchemists, they didn’t have high-quality weapons, which was a growing concern.
As Almin held the precious spear, he felt the weapon tremble in his hands, while fire runes pulsed frantically in his eyes. He looked like a volcano on the verge of eruption, with violent fluctuations surrounding him.
Almin felt a deep connection with the weapon. Clearly, the spirit of the spear was drawn to him; they complemented each other. When Almin gripped the spear, he and the weapon became one.
It only took seconds, and since the whale’s group had arrived at the arena, just two minutes had passed. Everyone else waited in silence, knowing something needed to happen for the confrontation to continue.
Until...
*Boom!*
Suddenly, the challenge arena trembled, and everyone turned to look at the sky. What they saw left them stunned.