Chapter 645: Sever Karma (1/2)
Hekruv Vira had already arrived, and he stood waiting a few dozen meters behind. However, he came over and looked over the cliffside after getting waved over by Zac.
“What a mess,” the monkeyman muttered as he looked down at the battlefield.
“Can you make the Gemlings back away?” Zac asked.
“Are the insectoid warriors your people?” the monkeyman hesitantly asked. “If so... I think they might attack you as well. The Gemlings of clan Volor don’t like to fight. But when they do, they go all the way. They’ll fight until there are none left standing. That’s why they’re still around even though they were technically the weakest race for combat in this realm.”
“Heart of a warrior,” Rhubat nodded with appreciation, and a few of the Anointed gave the diminutive rockmen a second look.
“Those Zhix are a big reason why we came here. Not a single one can be left alive,” Zac said, which made the monkeyman’s eyes widen in surprise. “I’ll deal with the cultists as well. We simply don’t want the innocent to be caught up in the crosshairs.”
“Alright…” Hekruv said with a nod. “I’ll notify them of the situation. I should at least be able to have them not attack you. Give me a few minutes.”
Something about the aura of Hekruv Vira changed the next moment. He stood just two meters away from him, but it was like he wasn't there. It wasn't just that he no longer emitted the slightest morsel of energy. There had to be some skill or Dao that made people discard his presence. Zac guessed it was some sort of stealth skill that the True Sky cultivator possessed, and Zac looked on with interest as Hekruv Vira jumped down and started running toward the battlefield without rousing any response.
“You heard him,” Zac eventually said as he turned to Rhubat. “Do you need assistance?”
“With the Dominators missing the traitors are just rudderless children. We will perform the rites ourselves. Can your army deal with the fire-lizards?” Rhubat asked.
“We’ll deal with them,” Zac nodded. “Hopefully that’s the last of the cultists in this place.”
“Right,” Ogras agreed from the side. “One quick genocide and then we’ll get to the real good stuff.”
The two made their way back, and the army was already mobilized by the time they arrived. Since Zac’s people only needed to deal with a few hundred cultists, their army was only comprised of less than one hundred elites and roughly three hundred regular soldiers.
The elites included Zac, Billy, Ogras, Verana, four support squads, and one elite squad of 20 of the strongest warriors, making it an extremely powerful unit. As for the three hundred regular soldiers, they were the remaining people without any Spatial Seals, and they were just along for the ride to pick up a ticket back to Earth.
The other seven hundred people without seals were Zhix, and they would hopefully get theirs by taking out the thousands of traitors. Zac had already learned about the rules for Spatial Seals from Joanna. It was possible to take the seals of a fallen soldier, but those seals lasted for an even shorter duration than they did in the caves. Also, the one who seized the seal needed to have at least some contribution to the kill.
Thankfully that was easily circumvented by setting up War Arrays that provided weak but large-scale buffs. That essentially “tagged” the weak cultivators for all the kills. It would barely provide them Cosmic Energy from kills, but it was enough to seize the Seals. Everything came together in just a minute.
The warring sides had clearly been at it for a while, and Port Atwood just needed to clean things up. The Zhix Army and the elites of Port Atwood split up before they rolled over the hills like a tide, storming toward the combatants like a wave of death.
The battlefield was a perfect opportunity for Zac to consolidate his bloodline control through [Bloodline Resonance], and a ten-meter fractal blade rapidly grew in front of his axe. It shot toward the closest pack of cultists, but how could they not have spotted the army running toward them? A series of flaming barriers had already sprung up, which was barely enough to protect the lizardmen from the initial salvo.
However, a second blade, this one conjured by the void, shot forward the next moment, passing straight through the weakened shields and reaped the lives of three zealots. Zac flashed forward, and with a thought let his aura explode outward, instantly quenching the fires over a hundred meters around him as he killed another two cultists with a ruthless swing.
He didn’t immediately set out toward the next target, but he rather looked on as five warriors scurried forward, each of them jumping toward one of the fallen zealots. Three of them soon stood up with disappointment, but two warriors had wide grins plastered on their faces as they looked at the palms of their hands.
“Move back and let others take your places,” Zac said, and the two cultivators quickly retreated after giving thanks.
A few new faces took their place, and Zac moved toward the next group of cultists. He kept a relaxed pace as he moved, partly because he wanted to get used to the feeling of fighting with his bloodline, and partly to allow for the normal soldiers to keep up.
Four zealots saw his approach, and they launched a desperate and suicidal pincer attack in an attempt to drag him down to hell with them. The first lizardmen two were cut in two by Zac through a swift horizontal swing of his axe, but some problems occurred immediately after.