Chapter 2535 Shattered Bite Kill 1
"That's still better than being used as firewood by someone else!"
A thin layer of ice formed on Morana's fingertips. "At least we can decide which forest's flames to use to drag the enemy into a sea of fire!"
The Celestial Clan representative's "voiceprint" trembled slightly: "You are merely stalling for time, but you cannot reverse the inevitable annihilation."
"This is how every race has lived through generations. Why should you defy fate?"
His voice seemed to carry a sigh.
This is also a lament for the fate of all intelligent races in the entire universe.
"We are simply seizing every opportunity to prevent the seawater from turning red."
Morgan raised his voice slightly.
"Su Nian, if you're going to take action, you must consider the consequences carefully! Include your people and allies in the calculations!"
"Let's also factor in the calamities we can bring. Then we'll take a gamble and see if your sharp teeth and claws are faster, or our blades!"
Although he knew he was no match for his opponent, Morgan did not back down in the slightest, and his eyes showed no fear!
Su Nian squinted, the wolf's head appearing even longer and narrower in the sidelight.
He sniffed the air twice, as if identifying invisible blood: "You're good with words. Too bad—your strength is too weak!"
"Then let's give it a try!"
King Arthur placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, and the knights behind him of the Round Table rose at the same time, their cloaks billowing back and creating a steady drumbeat in the wind.
"say it again!"
Orib held the holy sword horizontally, and the flames along the blade narrowed into a thin line.
"If you dare to strike first, the Holy See will carve your name on the exorcism altar. Every howl of your pack will bring about a purification!"
“You may weep in that hymn.”
A low roar escaped from Su Nian's throat, and the tendons in his armor bulged one by one.
"You dare threaten me? You're not worthy! I only need one bite to kill you all!"
The Thousand Hands Clan member glanced at him, then took out a gray-black seal from one of his hands and gently patted it in his palm.
"Our choice remains the same—it's best to negotiate if possible, and avoid rashly resorting to force. We have already established fifteen buffer zones along the Colombian border, which we are willing to serve as nodes for the trial of coexistence among various ethnic groups."
"If you insist on disrupting the peace negotiations here, we can only express our regret."
"Do you think anyone cares about the peace you're talking about?"
He glanced sideways at Su Nian.
"Someone cares."
Indra took over the conversation.
“At least we care! We can exchange with you through trade, routes, and resources. These things that allow our people to survive are more important than your momentary pleasure.”
Gu Shan murmured softly, as if a heavy weight had rolled through his chest: "The Celestial Clan says that 99% of the six generations will be wiped out. What about the remaining less than 10%?"
The Celestial Clan's "voiceprint" shifted slightly: "That 0.1 percent are the seeds that were chosen to survive. Survival is not a right, but proof. Just like our existence."
Who will make the selection?
Morana asked, a sharp glint in her eyes as she began to consider her options.
"Let nature make the choice."
The Celestials' answer remained as abstract as ever.
He probably didn't have the right answer in his heart either.
Throughout history, the groups that have survived are not necessarily the most powerful, but they are certainly the luckiest.
"Just like the wind never makes choices, it only blows on everything."
Orib sneered, "And those who have the right to choose are the ones who hold the knife! That's the right to live."
Su Nian's shoulders bulged again, and the tip of the bone halberd was exposed half an inch.
His yellow-green pupils finally narrowed at a certain angle: "You guys are noisy."
"Noise is always better than a dying wail."
Saladin gently pushed the chair back, making a short, metallic sound.
“Su Nian, I have a more realistic suggestion for you. If you retreat now, the Fang Wolf Clan can reserve a seat at the negotiating table. Even if you don’t sit down, someone else will listen to what you have to say.”
"If you draw your sword now, we will fight to the death. Even if we are wiped out, we will use your blood to stain the earth and the sea!"
Six generations may not be powerful enough, but they still possess the ability to inflict heavy losses on ancient races!
The wind direction on the circular stone platform changed again, and a bolt of lightning from the cloud pillar slid down the spiral arm, struck the sea surface with a crack, and created a small mushroom-shaped white wave.
A low metallic resonance emanated from the armored formation, like some kind of discussion.
The branches of the World Tree Clan drooped quietly, their leaves turning page by page, like turning the pages of an ancient book.
A small eddy rose in the Ocean of Milk of the Three-Headed Clan, swirled twice, and then slowly calmed down.
Everyone is weighing the pros and cons: is it worthwhile to eliminate six generations, or is it better to keep them alive?
Su Nian stared at the human seats, her breathing gradually slowing down.
Saladin's arrogant words made the blood-red killing intent in his eyes grow increasingly solid.
"court death!"
He couldn't understand how such a weak race dared to say such things to him!
His murderous intent was now completely undisguised!
However, he was not a reckless man; his ruthless demeanor was merely a means to seize more benefits.
None of the people who attended the meeting were fools; they were all shrewd and capable.
He suddenly tilted his head and looked at the cloud pillar of the Celestial Clan: "You say there's a 99% chance of annihilation. Then let this last 10% also perish on the blade!"
The sea breeze thins the waves inch by inch, like a cold knife being repeatedly sharpened on the edge of a stone platform.
On the circular field, the gazes of those from the alien races were sharper than the wind.
Su Nian took a step forward, her wolf head slightly raised, her green and yellow pupils resembling two slender daggers.
"I'll say it again!"
He licked his fangs with the tip of his tongue, making a soft scraping sound. "Killed them all. Negotiate? What a joke. Did you think we gathered on this rock to shake hands and make peace with you?"
"This is a huge basin, a basin for bloodlust and slaughter! What we need to do today is to wipe out the top combatants of six generations all at once. So we don't have to search for them one by one next time!"
A commotion broke out among the people.
Someone slammed their fist on the table and stood up, only to be pushed back down by their companion.
Benjamin Morgan took a deep breath and lowered his voice to a steady tone: "Su Nian, if you say another word like that, don't expect any progress on any issue today. And don't expect the sea to still be blue when you leave this stone platform!"
"Threaten me? You need to have enough power to do that! Do you six generations of your family even deserve it?"
Su Nian laughed, the light between her teeth like a saw cutting through the air, "Your human 'blue' is very suitable for dyeing red, with blood!"
A powerful killing intent suddenly erupted from his body, heading straight towards the humans!
"Anyone who disagrees can stand up now and let me see how tough your six generations of descendants really are!"
"A guy who only talks is truly laughable!"
He pointed at all the human representatives, his face a blatant display of mockery.
He seemed wild enough, but he didn't actually become a mad dog.
Because among the races present were those whom they would also fear, he was only targeting the sixth generation of humans.
"enough!"
Morana suddenly stood up, her long hair falling over her shoulders in a cold, curved line.
Her eyes were like the first star rising in a high-latitude winter night, cold yet bright. "You want war? Then I'll give you war!"
