The Conspiracy of the Elites - Chapter 444

[Main Tourist Destination: The Tip of Supremacy.]

After the great battle of supremacy, among the numerous battle ruins left behind after everything settled down, the tip of supremacy was the most popular and was the location most tourists yearned to visit the most.

Like all other tourists, Clark’s group of 20’s destination was also this summit.

After the supremacy battle where some locations on earth started mutating, turning them into earth special locations, some of the ruins left after the great war were also affected by this mutation.

According to the information that Clark got before coming, the location of the tip of supremacy was a main battlefield in the great war.

During one of these battles, 5 pyramidal war fortresses sturdier than most warships of this era duked it out in a battle to the death.

In the battle, 3 of the pyramidal war fortresses were destroyed completely but 2 survived and became ruins after all their inhabitants died.

With the passage of time and the strange mutation, both pyramids combined to form the iconic tip of supremacy. It formed a strange sand-metal pyramid structure that towered towards the heavens.

Despite the technological breakthroughs of this era, rumors said that the tip of supremacy was still the tallest structure in the whole world.

Though it was the most attractive tourist location, as the years passed, dangerous exobeasts were now residing in it. Most tourists saw the astonishing sight but they didn’t live to tell the story.

Despite this, others still visited yearly for the sight. Also, rumors spread by Nirmirians was that their god now resided in the peak of the tip of supremacy which only increased its mysteriousness and allure to tourists.

One of the main reasons why Clark paid and followed this expedition team so readily was because the tip of supremacy was close to the Badlands of the Dry snake territory.

Due to the special territory of this place that even the big 5 abandoned it, the pirates who were unafraid of death made this place their territory.

According to rumors, there were numerous pirate factions, alliances, and empires in the world of gold, and most of them, about 80% were all concentrated in the Badlands of the Dry snake territory.

The name ‘Badlands of the Dry snake’ was given to it by the first pirates because of rumors of an encounter that they had.

According to legends, there was a legendary creature in the territory that was the divine protector of the tip of supremacy, a legendary Basilisk.

According to legends, it could not only control the sand in the world of gold to fight, but it could breathe poison, spit purple fire, and could also move at speeds faster than a modern airplane.

Such a description made it worthy of its title as a divine beast.

Clark didn’t know if these rumors were true as the Spartan army could not confirm it. All he did was to make use of the available knowledge to the best of his ability and improvise when the situation calls for it.

During the past 3 days since they entered the Sahara Desert, Clark was already pretty sure that the money he spent was not wasted as the locals escorting them already showed their competence.

Their claims that their knowledge of this world was unmatched in the whole world were finally verified personally by him.

For the past 3 days, though they didn’t really encounter any life-threatening encounter and all the tourists were fine, Clark knew that all these were possible only because of the knowledge of the locals.

The perfect evidence for this was his intuition. Since entering this world, his brain was always tense like he entered the mouth of a beast, it felt just like what he experienced during his journey to the Everest with his team then.

He knew that dangers were all around him but they just didn’t appear, or precisely, they avoided them completely.

Mr. Sandstorm and his companions not only knew where most exobeasts in this desert were, but they also knew tried and verified ways to avoid them.

The closest that they’ve come to against monsters in this desert was when one of the members of the team accidentally fell into a pit that was crawling with strange underground pigs with sharp teeth.

The locals called them ‘Pigxies”.

One of the 4 car’s tires accidentally entered the hole, and with it bending was the avenue for the tourist to fall inside it.

Despite the dangerous encounter, Mr. Sandstorm was able to react appropriately, organizing the tourists to escape despite some of them reacting excessively and forgetting the rules that were hammered into their heads.

While some of his companions stayed behind to fight and slightly hold back the dangerous creatures, he entered the military vehicles and drove off with the tourists far away.

After an escape that spanned almost half a day, they finally lost the pigxies, escaping their pursuit.

When most of the tourists were already feeling bad that some of the locals died, they were surprised as Mr. Sandstorm calmly asked them to wait.

Just 3 hours later, the 4 locals that were left behind caught up back to them. This encounter raised the respect that the tourists had for the locals, and it also made them calm down, having realized the dangers of this region.

Their next encounter was against 3 enormous exobeast Scorpions. The 3 dangerous creatures were so big that it was hard to see them as scorpions.

This time, the team was forced to stop and fight as the scorpions cut off all their escape directions with their enormous body.

Under the leadership of Mr. Sandstorm, and with the bodyguards of the richer tourists joining in to help, they fended off the scorpions, killing 1 in the process as they finally escaped.

Right now, another morning dawned on them as the tourists in the team got prepared for another day of moving through the boundless world of gold.

As they got themselves prepared to continue their journey, the tourists were stunned as a loud sound suddenly started reverberating from the distance like thousands of horses were galloping their way.

The vibrations that followed in the golden sand only spooked them the more. Worriedly, they all turned their attention to the omniscient Mr. Sandstorm.

This competent leader of the expedition who already knew that this was a beast tide, without caring for his dignity laid on the floor as he put his ears to the sand to listen to know the specific monsters.

A few seconds later, he stood up with a grave expression on his face.

“Scavenger Rats!”