Blacksmith Of The Apocalypse - Chapter 1130: Clearing his Throat

With a satisfied smile, he saw the maggots on the ground squirm in panic. Standing aboard the main vessel of the Alliance Fleet, Dumm Ting watched the scene below in glee. It warmed his despicable heart, to see the chaos in the streets below rife with panic and fighting.

“Whhoooo~ “ “We ask all citizens to evacuate the Pythian Village immediately. If you are able to, please use to evacuate now!” Sirens and announcements sounded in the city below.

People of the Sect Alliance that had infiltrated earlier and adventurers hired by their allies were causing havoc in the streets, fighting Guards and other adventurers. many of them vanished in the face of danger, but others tried to fight with their pathetic skills.

The Oathguards in their bright armor were easy to spot in the crowd, trying to protect these pathetic commoners and weaklings, allowing them to scurry around the streets in the direction of Little Gamma under the protection of the massive tree.

He couldn’t help but burst into laughter at the thought of their faces when the great barrier protecting the Pythian Village fell. He couldn’t wait for the despair in their eyes. They would raze the Pythian Village to the ground and this was just the start.

All the pieces were already in place. Allowing them to flee or evacuate under the tree was just a false hope. How delectable would their despair be, when they realized that there was nowhere to hide? Once the Pythian Village was flattened, the same would happen to Little Gamma. It was inevitable.

The chaotic energy in his chest acted up. How much he wished he was down there to join the blood feast. But he held back, this was just the beginning, and it was not his stage yet. he calmed his blood thirst with the thought of what was to come. He would harvest his fair share, once all defenses had fallen.

“Now then, where is that pesky serpent, that killed my Elder Gak? I’m Sect leader Yoma Ma and I have come to deliver punishment onto the worms who call themselves Minas Mar!” the sect leader of the Silk River Sect spoke righteously, His voice was projected by his spiritual power, so it would reach everyone below. Yes, this was the first step.

Sect Leader Ma would crush their guardian beast in front of their eyes, crushing their morale right from the start. Then the barrier would fall and the fleet of cultivators would descend in a rain of slaughter! There was no way the forces of Minas Mar would be able to face the Sect Alliance, with the protector gone. Silence fell over the city below.

In the stadium, people were staring at the screens in shock and interest. It seemed that there was someone with quite a grudge against Minas Mar. Would Python appear again and smash them, like it did the demon? Yoma Ma glared at the city, his fists clenched as he didn’t get an answer. Where was this impertinent reptile?

The silence was disrupted by the disharmonic sound of someone clearing his throat. It was a coughing and retching that raised the hair in one’s nape. Who was strangling a sick cat? Dumm Ting thought, having a weirdly accurate idea of how that was supposed to sound.

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All eyes fell on the Tower Master, who was still leisurely standing in the center of the arena, together with the top four participants of the tournament. It was he who had audibly, goosebump-inducingly, cleared his throat to answer.

“It’s good that you human wastes came here of your own volition. I hate leaving the house to take out the trash like you. You know, I have my own list I wish to punish you for-“ he spoke out, obviously seeing no need to introduce himself, as he took how a stack of papers.

Dumm Ting’s face folded in hatred when he saw that the Tower Master didn’t seem disturbed in the least, but he even had the gall to start rattling down a list of charges against the Sect Alliance and its members.

He not only spoke about their actions in Y-City which included the kidnapping and deportation of children and adults as cultivation resources or disciples. The fiendish sect’s actions in Delta, including drug poisoning, drug distribution, and murder to turn people into pills were also included.

The Tower Master even mentioned misdeeds they had allegedly committed in the XiGuang Province, ranging from theft, blackmail, and robbery, to murder and rape the Silk River Sect had committed.

“That’s enough!” the immortal bellowed. However, the voice amplified by the many loudspeakers in the Pythian Village merrily went on to reveal more of the misdeeds of their more fiendish allies, like genocide of commoners, and slave trade. There were people in the audience that seemed shocked the Silk River sect would fall as low as to conspire and associate with such scum.

Dumm Ting cowered away, taking some distance from the sect leader, who was slowly releasing a dangerous aura. The snake had yet to appear, but Yoma Ma looked ready to jump into the fight and if it was just to silence the Tower Master and his preposterous speech.

It was no different for the cultivators on other ships and those in the air. The speech was irrationally aggravating to anyone whose sect was mentioned. Dumm Ting, on the other hand, couldn’t help but question where Minas Mar even got this information. Did they have allies on the continent? Or did they send spies?

He didn’t doubt the information, the reactions were quite clear on that part. He was just curious how these backwater bumpkins had managed to find out so much about the inner workings of the XiGuang Province. Even a normal sect wouldn’t know this much without a good amount of digging and investments. The sect master of the Silk River Sect clicked his tongue.

“That Tower Master is a feisty one. The snake still has not appeared. Are they just buying time, or is it really not coming?” he mumbled. Despite grinding his teeth, he had not lost his rationality. His role was to take down the snake before they went on the offensive.

~Fine, I will go down and attack the city, to lure out the beast. Wait with the signal until I’m done.~ he gave instructions using soundless transmission before he pulled out his weapon. The Silk River Millennium Ice Saber glinted in the light of the sunset.

“You have a loud mouth! So face me!” the immortal pressed out and jumped from the barge. Surrounded by a stream of indomitable Qi, he fell to the ground like a meteor. The earth shattered under his feet, leaving a massive crater in the mountain plateau.

He landed in pose and didn’t wait for even a moment to wield the massive saber in his hand. The swing alone created a frost nova around him, that froze up part of the plain and the buildings on the outskirts of the Pythian village.

Yoma Ma didn’t shout the name of a technique, it was a simple swing of his weapon that caused a wave of misty air and frost to shoot toward the city. Wherever it passed, it left a thick layer of ice, even on snow.

The attack that seemed powerful enough to turn people on the street into ice sculptures, surged against the barrier covering the village. The wave of frost splashed against the magical dome and created walls of ice, easily 20 stories in height.

The whole scene was visible on the screen in the arena, prompting an impressed “oh!” from the crowd. it was an impressively large-scale attack, not accompanied by any chanting or techniques, leaving an impact on both, players and cultivators alike.

Dumm Ting couldn’t help but be impressed, too. This was the fusion of a heaven-grade weapon and peak blade mastery. However, his breath stocked and his heart raced when there was a sudden change in the terrain surrounding Yoma Ma.

This could only mean one thing. The earth below the immortal’s feet started moving like liquid, as a massive maw surfaced to swallow him alive. Finally! The snake had appeared. The plan could finally continue.

He was not worried about the immortal, vanishing in the gullet of the beast. He was just excited, that he could finally join the battle below!