Chapter 163: Gods among cultivators (2/2)

If the Banshee queen was not starved, he wouldn't risk it. Not even when his life was on the line.

Most netherans, unlike other races, take the path of mutation and evolution.

It was the same for the incorporeal netherans.

The lowest class were the ghosts. After their default form, they would need two other mutations to evolve to a phantom.

Then came the phantoms. The same format as the ghosts, after their basic form, they would have to undergo three more mutations to evolve into the legendary specters!

As he was in thought, Eden went back to his old habits, brushing his beards with his hands, ”If I was to give a precise guess. I would say the queen has still not undergone her first mutation.”

He couldn't help but admire the legendary Caelein. The legend had factored in the emergence of a banshee queen, and also other variants.

That was why he sealed the town, but something was fishy with that plan.

”Did you notice the dead bodies littering on the streets?” muttered Eden.

”Yes,” softly replied River.

She stared at Eden, ”What do you think?”

”Perhaps the legend is not as saintly as portrayed. Those bodies, before they died, were sealed in the barrier. This would also mean, he didn't care for, or he couldn't afford to care for, innocent lives when he erected the barrier,” explained Eden.

Still yet, it didn't tarnish his image of legend Caelein.

To him, it happened everywhere. Due to the netheran invasions, warriors weren't enough to guarantee the lives of mortals.

Eden could imagine a scenario of the netherans escaping with the denizens of the town, should they have been given a chance.

One way or another, netherans would find a way to infect!

He had seen cases of warriors massacring a town full of zombies, despite there still being innocent lives there.

It was a case of risk.

Would one rather save innocent lives and indirectly allow the zombies to spread further?

Or would one rather stop the infection, eradicating the cause of future potential worries?

Surely, they would pick the choice that ends it once and for all.

”When will this all end?” sighed River.

She was born into the invaded world, at a time which seemed peaceful, but was far from that.

The outbreak of zombies had moved her and her sister from the main continent.

She could remember the look of panic on her sister's face when they first heard the outbreak.

Without even confirming, her sister boarded a ship that went to the islands.

They were one of the very first groups to have left the main continent. They departed months before Jake's group.

”It won't end soon. Frankly speaking, we know nothing about them. Where are they from? What do they want? Who represents them? We are just being passive in the long run,” sighed Eden.

He reckoned that to put a full stop to the netherans, they would need to learn more about the race.

They would also need to produce strong warriors, warriors like the famous ones that participated in the worldwide Nether wars….warriors that were celebrated as gods among cultivators!