Chapter 137 - Chapter 137: Chapter 131 All-Out Attack (1/2)

Chapter 137: Chapter 131 All-Out Attack

Half of the thousands of natives on the island were eventually massacred, a level of bloodshed that rendered the Fischer family silent.

Aaron’s deputy wanted to rape a native mother and daughter, but was quickly stopped by Aaron, who sneered, “Since Byrne has already given the order, we should not break the rules! Otherwise, it will give him more leverage.”

His deputy was very dissatisfied, “We silver descendants are not Fischer’s dogs, why should we be so obedient?”

Aaron shook his head, his tone cold, “I don’t want to say more, put away your pathetic sadistic desires. If you want women, you can find them anywhere!”

When the army returned to the camp, Byrne encountered Viscount Bast on the island and wanted to say something, but refrained.

“Does the recent massacre make you uncomfortable?”

Viscount Bast smiled slightly and said:

“This is not the domestic realm anymore. Overseas, it is actually like this. The natives even kill each other more excessively than us; they even indulge in cannibalism at times.”

He narrowed his eyes, adding emphasis, “Many of our Cyart people have been cruelly devoured by them!”

“Our people also need to vent their hatred. Years of war have changed many, and some will never forget the madness they experienced overseas for their entire lives.”

Byrne nodded slightly, saying calmly, “I already understand that this is the cruel overseas, but I still cannot become a thoroughly cruel person, and that’s actually quite alright.”

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On the calm sea, a ship resembling a sea fortress, a flagship battleship, harbored the main members of the Garcia and Eagle families in the confidential and exquisitely furnished captain’s room.

The name of Viscount Garcia was Seamus Garcia, and his nickname was “Reaper.” The family bloodline he inherited was “Gale Wings Falcon.”

In fact, the Garcia family’s nickname is “Roarer,” and “Gale Wings Falcon” is not the strongest bloodline in the Garcia lineage, just a common magic beast bloodline.

However, Viscount Garcia, through his own efforts and a good two fortunate encounters, plus the high-quality Magic Potions purchased by his family, forced his strength to the level of high-level Transmutation.

In the brutal wars with the Rhea People, the young man’s ability to instantly deliver large-area invisible slashes capable of severing sturdy ships and cannons brought fear to many enemies on the battlefield.

He was rugged, with a beard, his eyes serious and wise, and his thick eyebrows were always furrowed, as if constantly vigilant and decisive.

Viscount Garcia, dressed in military uniform, was discussing with the head of the Eagle clan, “Black Hawk” Viscount Zavier, how to deal with the Lion clan and Viscount Bast.

He asked seriously, “After the war is over, should we completely fall out with Bast’s Lion clan?”

“Black Hawk” Viscount Zavier was the head of the Eagle clan, the main rival of Viscount Bast.

Zavier had a cold complexion, deep-set eyes, and an aura that made people wary of approaching him.

“It’s not time to fall out completely yet.”

He, unlike the casually humorous Bast who favored tailcoats, always wore a pure black Priest robe, and the Lion clan called him ‘the living dead in a coffin.’

This set of robes symbolizing order and judgment was, in fact, a very powerful Forbidden rare artifact.

Zavier, a cold and cautious man, wore it at all times, even refusing to take it off for sleep, instead ordering his subordinates to memorize cleaning type Spells to replace regular baths.

In just a few decades, “Black Hawk” climbed to power by siding with one of the Ten Great Pillars, the Hovern family, and alone lead the Eagle clan from a baronial family to a powerful clan capable of confronting the Lions.

Zavier continued with a stern face, “Although in recent years the Lion clan has never dared to confront us head-on, we still can’t underestimate their depth.”

“The Lion clan may still have hidden forces; even if our two families join forces, we may not be able to destroy them completely in the short term.”

“Moreover, ‘Iron Blood’ Oder, and the ‘Spirit Deer’, ‘Sunrise’, three families are still their loyal allies, and the mysterious Alchemy Council also maintains ambiguous connections with them.”

“In terms of hard power, we are not the advantaged ones.”

Hearing this, Viscount Garcia could only nod in agreement; he certainly knew the terror of the Lion clan.

Zavier calmly took out a strange, edged stone that constantly emitted an unusual aura and played with it in his hand.

With every turn of the black stone, he seemed to get younger, gradually aging backward from around fifty to looking like a young man in his early twenties.

The youthful Zavier looked extremely handsome, with long, thick eyebrows, a tall nose, and a mesmerizing, aloof charisma.

With an expressionless face, he continued to say:

“We still need to wait. As long as Earl Hovern achieves Monarch Level and shifts the Hovern family’s strategic focus to the East Coast, we will have won.”

The two families’ mutual supporter, the “Shattered Giant” Hovern family, actually faced a lot of pressure domestically.