Creating Demonic Cultivation Techniques against Non-human Races-Chapter 183: The Ninth Grade Beast King Was Dumbfounded On the Spot—How Could Such a Huge Divine Sect Just Disappear?
"Great Divine Race masters, the sect leader, elders, and envoys are all missing, and the Divine Sect has suffered a devastating blow... We hope to receive your help, to aid us in leaving the Human Race territory..."
Immediately, Kaelis transmitted all the information without hesitation.
And it was precisely because of this that the Beast King, who was preparing to secretly instruct the traitors to gather hundreds of thousands of humans as sacrifices, was left dumbfounded.
"What? Gone? Such a huge organization! Gone just like that? Are you kidding?"
"I haven’t even slept that long! Our last contact wasn’t that long ago, how did it suddenly disappear?"
For a moment, the Beast King was filled with confusion, inexplicably feeling like he was floating outside reality.
It’s as if... like a dream.
In the eyes of High Tier Exotic Beasts, the perception of time is somewhat different from that of the Human Race.
Sleeping for a year or so, a short nap lasting for more than ten days, all these are very normal.
Therefore, in this one’s perception, the time that has passed from the normal operation of the Divine Sect to its destruction is equivalent to just a nap.
On the other side, Kaelis, after sending the information, was anxiously waiting for a reply.
But he waited and waited, yet heard nothing.
However, in his perception, he could clearly sense a vast breath within the miniature Spatial Tunnel, like a colossal entity, exuding pressure.
And at all times, it made him want to kneel down and worship madly.
This alone was enough to prove one premise.
That is, the array communication succeeded, and he has already contacted that great master.
But as to why there’s no reply from the other side, it’s still unknown.
Moments later, the Beast King still did not reply, and the second blood sacrifice energy conducted by the Evil Martial Artists was already exhausted.
The bloody red light faded away, and the space tunnel in the middle disappeared without a trace.
At this moment, Kaelis was utterly bewildered, was it successful or not?
To say it was successful!
The information was indeed sent out, and the situation was clarified.
To say it wasn’t successful!
There was no reply, although he could sense it, there was no response at all.
Honestly, he was somewhat doubting life now, even suspecting that he had hallucinated, that the vast will had possibly never existed.
Everything was born from imagination.
"Squeak~"
Swish, swish, swish~
One lamp after another opened, making the enclosed place bright as day once more.
Dozens of remnants of Evil Martial Artists, all staring intensely, hot-eyed, at Kaelis standing bewildered in the middle.
Then, one inquiry after another came rushing forth.
"Kaelis, have you made contact? What did the great Divine Race masters say?"
"Yes, yes! Quickly tell us the instructions! When can we go to the Divine Race territory?"
"Indeed! I can’t wait to become a part of the Divine Race, I no longer wish to be human!"
"Hurry up! Don’t waste time!"
"..."
At this moment, Kaelis felt his scalp tingling slightly.
It’s certain that the truth cannot be spoken.
Moreover, even if he did speak it, these people certainly wouldn’t believe it.
So he swallowed his saliva and began speaking with feigned composure.
"Hmph! You bunch of fools! I have successfully made contact with the Divine Race masters!"
"The masters said that we are all members of the Divine Race, they would never abandon us."
Upon hearing this, there was a hint of smiles and relaxation on the faces of the Evil Martial Artists, their expressions eased quite a bit.
Although they didn’t know if it was true or false, it somewhat served as psychological comfort, relieving much of their pressure.
This period of time, the pressure brought by the Martial Arts Association was truly immense.
They were worried every moment, afraid that problems would arise.
Now, with a glimmer of hope, it was like a ray of light in the darkness, making them indulge in it, unable to extricate themselves.
Honestly, these people were somewhat akin to the naive admirers in Lin Ping’an’s previous life who wanted to immigrate.
Wholeheartedly not wanting to be human, wishing to rush over and become someone else’s dog.
Even if they were disliked, kicked, not fitting in either here or there, they still relished it, willingly laboring as cattle and horses.
For this kind of person’s abnormal psychology, an average person cannot understand it at all.
Maybe, they were originally meant to be born as beasts, but accidentally became humans.
Completely lowering the moral and intellectual baseline of the Human Race.
The mindset of these Human Race traitors at this moment was likewise similar.
All along, the harsh and bloodthirsty environment of the Ten Thousand Races had been advertised domestically.
But these people just refused to believe it, stubbornly believing that the air over there was sweet, and once they got there, they could become one of them, living a dreamlike life.
But in reality, it would likely end up being swallowed whole.
"Great Divine Race masters, how are you going to help us leave!"
"Yes, yes! Quickly reveal the plan!"
"Don’t waste time! Speak it out!"
"..."
The Evil Martial Artists continuously urged, some even emitting slightly dangerous glances.
Seeing this, Kaelis took a deep breath and spoke with a serious tone.
"The great masters have appointed me as the acting sect leader, from now on, we must revive the Divine Sect."
"Moreover, they said that with our contribution, it’s not sufficient for them to intervene to take us back, we must continuously strive."
"Due to our lack of strength, we need to continue to operate clandestinely, providing intelligence only."
"Every now and then, we need to secretly send over information."
"The rarer and more valuable the intelligence, the higher the contribution obtained."
"Additionally, any actions that make significant contributions would also please the Divine Race masters, letting them intervene to free us from hardship."
...
These were all spur-of-the-moment fabrications, his only thought was to cope for the time being.
Yet, good ideas aside, the reality isn’t always as smoothly as imagined.
In fact, it proves that no matter what the organization, it’s never lacking the kind of existence known as nitpickers.
Just as he finished speaking, several people jumped out immediately.
"Nonsense! Whatever you say goes? Why should you be sect leader?"
"Indeed, it’s ridiculous considering you as a Fourth Grade trash to be sect leader chosen by the Divine masters, can’t you fabricate something believable?"
"Whether it’s real communication or fake, cannot be determined yet, it’s just your luck to have survived, yet daring to breathe freely."
"..."
Those speaking were all Fifth Grade cultivators, their strength a level above Kaelis.
Whether they were real nitpickers or using the grounds as an excuse to vie for power, remains unclear.
No matter when or where, some individuals never refrain from vying for power arbitrarily.
Even now, within the remnants of the Divine Sect that resemble stray dogs, it is still so.
If power is obtainable, if they can seize these broken forces, then even when pursued, their chances of survival should be higher.
Under the mixture of various interests, these individuals were all eager, their eyes filled with greed and cunning.
Meanwhile.
Kaelis cursed silently while also being prepared, he spoke again.
"I’ve made it clear, I’m not the sect leader, but acting sect leader. If you don’t believe, then let’s do another blood sacrifice communication sometime."
"By then, whoever wants to will initiate the ritual."
"Of course, if we anger the Divine Race masters, the outcome will be self-evident."
Upon hearing this, those Fifth Grade individuals glanced at each other, seeing hesitation and withdrawal in each other’s eyes.
Having survived till now without dying, who among them wasn’t attached to life and afraid of death?
The consequences of failing to communicate with the Divine masters include spiritual power being extinguished, with no other possibilities.
Becoming a breathing yet living dead, no different from being dead.
