However, man proposes, God disposes. Perhaps the Black Plague Tribe was not fated to die.
Hundreds of years ago, a few amazing people appeared among the mixed-blood tribe. They relied on the notes left behind by the God Sealing Masters and became God Sealing Masters.
The Black Blood Plague Tribe had been trapped here for nearly ten thousand years, and there wasn't a moment when they didn't want to leave this damned secret realm. Now that they finally had a chance to escape, they naturally placed great importance on these mixed-blood tribesmen. Even the pureblood experts, who had always been arrogant, treated them with the utmost respect and treated them with great amounts of resources.
Because of this, although the status of the mixed-blood tribe members was still far lower than the pureblood tribe members, they had a lot more say in the tribe. This indirectly eased the sharp conflict between them and the pureblood tribe members.
The tribe was once again united and worked together with the God Sealing Masters to destroy the seal. The tribe's population gradually increased.
Thanks to the Descendants of God Organization, the Black Blood Plague Tribe had a population of more than a million after ten thousand years of reproduction. However, after a few bloody massacres in history, the entire tribe's population was not much different from when they had first arrived in the secret realm. There were only a few hundred thousand people in total.
However, in just a few hundred years, the tribe's population had increased dramatically. It had almost quadrupled and reached a shocking four hundred thousand people.
Although most of this increase was made up of mixed-blood tribe members, the higher the population, the higher the chances of producing a strong person.
In addition, the God Sealing Masters had more and more say. This allowed the talented mixed-blood tribe members to obtain good cultivation conditions and resources. Gradually, they became an equal match with the pureblood tribe members.
A few decades ago, when the God Sealers and God Sealers worked together to destroy the seal and open the entrance to the secret plane, the power of the mixed-bloods reached an all-time high. If it weren't for the sudden appearance of an old madman who blocked the entrance for nearly forty years, the entire Black Blood Plague Tribe would have long since left this damned secret plane to stir up trouble.
However, it had to be said that the pureblood tribe was no longer the sole leader of the tribe. The mixed-blood tribe members had gradually ascended the stage of the tribe's upper echelons. Jimmy was one of the representatives.
Previously, Misri had been cautious and pretended to be timid and fearful. He might have wanted to take the opportunity to get rid of his dissidents. After all, in the eyes of the noble pureblood tribe members, Migia was a mixed-blood bastard. How could he be on equal footing with them?
Therefore, not only had he successfully gotten rid of the arrogant bastard, Migia, but he had also paved the way out of the secret realm. One could imagine how happy Misri was.
However, when he thought about how the Descendants of God had caused his sufferings for the past ten thousand years, old and new, Misri gritted his teeth. He wanted to immediately find the Descendants of God to settle the score.
Unfortunately, regardless of whether it was joy or hatred, he could not maintain it for long. Outside the secret realm, a terrifying blade light suddenly bloomed, and the large number of elite warriors only had time to let out a scream before they were minced into pieces by the dense and terrifying blade intent. Not a single one of them survived.
In the sky, the destructive blade lights converged into a torrent of blade lights that swept towards the entrance of the secret realm. Everywhere it passed, it actually tore open countless fine cracks in space that were like spider webs, and it was a terrifying sight to behold.
"Go back, quick!"
Misri and Alan's faces were pale. They let out shrill screams that did not sound human. Like stray dogs, they squeezed through the Light Door from the tribe members who were moving out.
Pfft, pfft, pfft!
Those clansmen who hadn't figured out what was going on and were still happily moving out were instantly annihilated by the terrifying torrent of saber light without any reaction. Screams rang out incessantly, and only black and red bloody mud was left on the ground.
"Close the door, close it immediately."
Misri's face turned green. He did not care that there were still tribe members outside the Light Door who had not retreated in time. Without hesitation, he joined forces with Alan to close the Secret Realm Door.
"Sir Misri and Sir Alan, what is going on? We need an explanation. "
There were angry denunciations from the crowd. After all, some of the tribe members who were locked outside were their relatives and friends.
"I am doing this for the safety of everyone. Sometimes, necessary sacrifices are unavoidable. For the safety of the majority, we can only make such a helpless choice. I hope you can understand."
When facing these tribe members, Misri was not as cautious as before. He spoke softly with a hint of toughness.
"You were the ones who said that it was safe outside. Why did this suddenly happen? We need an explanation outside. "
"Yes, you must give us an explanation today."
"Hmph, Sir Mygia's soul was almost destroyed, but you are completely unharmed. The ones who died were all mixed-bloods. What conspiracy is this?"
"I think it's because some people want to take the opportunity to get rid of the dissidents. That's why they are taking our lives instead of ours."
"We were originally pureblood tribesmen. Becoming mixed-bloods is not something we can control. Why are you more noble than us? You use us as cannon fodder every time. "
"Let's ask Sir Kerriman and Sir Moros to judge. Today, they must give us an explanation."
"Even if it was unintentional, they made a wrong decision. They must give us an explanation."
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The crowd was agitated and filled with righteous indignation, forcing the two leaders, Misri and Allen, to give an explanation.
The mixed-bloods were originally doubtful and dissatisfied about Mygia becoming a cripple. However, they were excited about finally being able to leave this damned secret land, so they suppressed their dissatisfaction. Even when Misri and the others used low-level mixed-bloods as cannon fodder to explore the way, they did not express any objections. After all, the overall situation was the most important thing.
As the saying went, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. They had all happily prepared to move, but they did not expect such a sudden change. Not only had so many of their people died, but most importantly, their hope of leaving had also been extinguished. Under such intense disappointment, the previously suppressed dissatisfaction immediately erupted. Misri and Allen were the highest decision-makers, and they were also pureblood tribesmen. Naturally, they became the target of their anger.
Seeing that they had angered the crowd, Misri and Allen were terrified. It was impossible to suppress one's cultivation in this secret land. Although their cultivation was far higher than that of the mixed-bloods, there were too many of them. Some of them were in the early or middle stage of the Divine Transformation Realm. If a riot were to break out, they would be torn to pieces in just two minutes.
Allen did not have any opinions of his own. Seeing that the situation was getting more and more out of control, he was suddenly at a loss. He looked at Misri in a daze. "Everyone, don't panic.
Listen to our explanation. Mygia did not listen to our advice and insisted on exploring the way himself. That was why he fell into the enemy's trap. However, in order to take everyone away, we still sent some of our people to explore the outside world at the risk of their lives. After confirming that there was no danger, we informed everyone to move. However, we did not expect the enemy to be so cunning. The sword will that they laid down could only be activated by high-level warriors. We did not expect things to turn out this way. No matter what, as the decision-makers, Allen and I should bear some of the responsibility. "
Misri's heart was pounding. He knew that if something went wrong today, there would be another riot like before. That would be a fatal blow to the Black Blood Plague Tribe, so he quickly explained.
He thought to himself, "No wonder that crazy old man keeps hacking at the ground like a lunatic. I always thought that crazy old man was too bored to do anything."
It was only now that he realized that crazy 'Ole had planned this all along. Releasing the sword will took a lot of energy. Even someone as strong as crazy' Ole could not lay down so many sword wills in such a short amount of time. However, he had started planning it long ago. Over the years, he seemed to be hacking randomly, but in reality, he was secretly laying down the sword will into a sword will matrix, waiting to be activated at the critical moment.
With crazy 'Ole' Ole's arrogant personality, he naturally looked down on the low-level clansmen of the Black Blood Plague Tribe. The sword will matrix that he had deliberately laid down could only be activated by the aura of a Divine Transformation Realm cultivator.
That was why the low-level clansmen did not notice anything unusual when they explored the area, but when the elite warriors investigated, the matrix was immediately activated.
Because the commanders of the elite warriors were all early or middle Divine Transformation Realm cultivators, their auras met the requirements to activate the matrix.
What a good plan, what a good plan.
He had calculated all of their reactions. Crazy 'Ole, are you really crazy or just pretending to be crazy?
Misri's heart was full of bitterness. He had always prided himself on being unparalleled in strategy, but now he had to admit that he was greatly impressed by the mysterious crazy 'Ole.
He knew that, with crazy 'Ole' Ole's skill and painstaking planning, it was not as simple as killing some elite clansmen.
He quickly came up with a logical explanation in his mind to analyze crazy 'Ole' Ole's intentions.
According to his deduction, crazy 'Ole must have been away for some urgent matter. In order to prevent them from escaping, he had laid down the sword will matrix.
The sword will matrix had shattered the void to guard the door for him. It would take about three months for the rift to completely heal, which meant that he would not be away for more than three months.
Furthermore, from the fact that he had been secretly setting up the array since a few years ago, his departure this time was not due to a sudden impulse, but a premeditated departure. What was so important that he had no choice but to leave?
There was no answer to this question. Crazy 'Ole seemed crazy, but his mind was as vast as the sea. He had calculated human nature and character to the bone.
More than twenty years ago, crazy 'Ole had left for two days without saying a word. He had put up a bluff and set up an empty fort, which made the cautious Misri suspicious. He did not dare to take a step out of the secret realm for two days. He had missed the best time to leave, which was a great humiliation to him.
Misri had sworn that he would never be tricked by crazy 'Ole again. But reality proved that he had lost. It was even worse than the last time he had missed the opportunity.
Not to mention Migia's destruction, he had planned to kill him with a borrowed knife. That was all within his expectations. But the death of thousands of elite warriors was absolutely beyond his expectations. As the decision maker of the clan, he had to take responsibility for it.
The gate to the secret realm was sealed by the spatial rift, cutting off the Black Blood Plague Tribe's way out. Even though they knew that the sword matrix was crazy 'Ole's last resort, no one dared to step out of the secret realm before the terrifying spatial rift.
This was not enough to make Misri vomit blood. What depressed him the most was that Crazy 'Ole clearly knew about the division of the Black Blood Plague Tribe.
Gemia's destruction, the use of low-level mixed-blood as cannon fodder, the triggering of the sword matrix to kill the elite warriors, and then the shattering of the void, cutting off the tribe's escape route. This caused the mixed-blood to be dissatisfied with the decision maker … All of these were actually paving the way for the sharp conflict within the Black Blood Plague Tribe.
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