Chapter 1187: The Priest Who Brooks No Provocation

Chapter 1187: Chapter 1187: The Priest Who Brooks No Provocation

The decision to sacrifice so many elite leaders of the Dark Rising was not punished by its upper echelons.

On the contrary, it was affirmed, deemed a great achievement.

Especially Tremble, who was particularly approving of this leader’s actions, lauded the capture of tens of thousands of Source Power Elixirs, and endorsed the operation under the identity of one of the Seven Heroes, the foremost combat strength of Dark Rising.

As for those Dark Rising members who paid with their lives for this operation, not a word was mentioned.

Is this absurd? It truly is absurd.

But what could the Elephant Man tribe members of Dark Rising possibly do?

Inconsequential voices, fully demonstrated through this action.

The nearly thousand deceased members of Dark Rising were not even counted by the organization, nor was an exact announcement given regarding the number of lost lives.

They had thus become the stepping stones for those in power.

The Elephant Man tribe trio could understand that if these resources were used for the enhancement of the majority of the organization, then these tens of thousands of Source Power Elixirs would be dispensable.

Tens of thousands of Source Power Elixirs couldn’t compare to nearly a thousand elites.

Undoubtedly, these Source Power Elixirs would fall into the hands of certain high-ranking individuals.

To say these high-ranking individuals increased their strength over the corpses of their peers is not an exaggeration at all.

The Elephant Man tribe is but a moderately powerful race in the Desire Realm.

Even when witnessed by the tribesmen, reporting that this operation from a macro perspective was a failure, the higher-ups simply didn’t care; this world is cruel.

Initially, the Elephant Man tribe trio was quite concerned about this matter.

But as time passed, they gradually forgot about it; after all, life goes on, and more severe challenges await them in the future.

It wasn’t until they met with Lin Yi, and heard those words he said, that they recalled the issue once again.

Indeed, Lin Yi never betrayed the Dark Rising Organization.

Or rather, those who betrayed the Dark Rising Organization were the inflated high-ranking individuals.

Perhaps Lin Yi never betrayed the organization; perhaps he was the one who was truly right.

In an organization so decadent, Lin Yi saw no future, and neither did those members truly striving to liberate the Three Realms and Six Paths.

To overthrow a divine order upheld for tens of thousands of years is far from easy.

Fighting for one’s own interests? It’s absurd to think this would ever be realized.

The Yer Star’s general headquarters was surrounded by creatures of various races.

They curiously watched the three surviving members of the Elephant Man tribe, eager to inquire what precisely happened, yet overly hesitant.

They witnessed the Undead Divine Soldiers attacking the Giant Race, an utter carnage.

The Undead Divine Soldiers felt no pain.

They acted blindly upon Lin Yi’s orders.

No matter what weapons the Giant Race employed against them, they neither dodged nor retreated, endlessly pressing the attack.

The body strength of the Undead Divine Soldiers surpasses their former selves; even when destroyed, they quickly recover.

The Giant Race continuously exhausted their strength, and upon slight relaxation, the Undead Divine Soldiers would swarm, disarming them amid the weapons’ flashes.

Knowing that the Lord Priest issued the genocide order, even allied races with the Giant Race were too afraid to utter a sound, steering clear of old friends like they were plague-bearers.

Within half an hour, the Giant Race was entirely wiped from Yer Star, regardless of age or gender.

After the extermination task was completed, the Undead Divine Soldiers stood motionless, before opening gates to the Undead Space and stepping through in unison.

As the gates sealed, their presence vanished entirely, as if they had never been there.

This was the power of Lord Priest Lin Yi.

Indisputable strength!

Invincible divine might!

After all returned to tranquility, the residents of Yer Star dared to move toward the general headquarters.

Upon arrival, they found that nothing was left of the general headquarters, aside from the Elephant Man tribe trio standing there in a daze.

Amidst a chorus of noises, the trio returned to their senses.

They began to understand Lin Yi’s painstaking efforts.

Slaughtering the Dark Rising Organization was not betrayal.

Lin Yi was the one who, regardless of location, never forgot his original intention.

As for why he spared their lives, it won’t be long before they understand Lin Yi’s intentions and become his allies.

A gray-black eagle flapped its wings, slowly flying across the sky.

On its back sat a handsome young man, eyes closed.

"What’s on your mind, Master, regret again?"

The eagle in flight spoke.

Through a decade of interaction with Lin Yi, the Divine River Song had formed a closer bond with him, speaking candidly as a habit.

The regret it spoke of traced back a decade.

As previously mentioned, through the Soul-Breaking Skill, Lin Yi could absorb his targets’ abilities, including their skills.

Over this decade, Lin Yi amassed numerous skill points, opting to maximize the most useful skills.

The skills Lin Yi now mastered were far beyond simply those of the Mage class.

The Soul-Breaking Skill’s ability absorption granted Lin Yi a plethora of skills.

Unfortunately, Lin Yi hadn’t acquired the skill he desired most.

When the Divination Monster foresaw the impending downfall of the Dark Rising Organization, it decisively employed its divination skill to foresee the future and narrowly escaped death, preserving its life.

Regarding Lin Yi’s relationship with the Divination Monster, it was neither good nor bad.

Having no qualms taking action against it, Lin Yi was fascinated by its skills, as infiltrating the enemy camp to achieve one’s goal could significantly increase survival probability if this skill were mastered.

Thus, over this past decade, Lin Yi felt a deep sense of regret.

He regretted not acting sooner and eliminating the Divination Genius outright.

"No helping it, this old thing lives, then let it live; being cautious, it won’t cause much trouble."

"By the way, what are your thoughts on Mr. Gongsu’s suggestions?"

Mr. Gongsu hailed from a family renowned for enhancing equipment, well beyond Lin Yi’s ability in this area.

But sadly, over the years, Lin Yi never found time to diligently seek guidance on enhancement skills—some progress had been made, though not much.

If he intends to enhance his entire set of Mythical Equipment to a full level in a short span, relying on Mr. Gongsu seems inevitable.

A clever woman still needs rice to cook a meal.

Mr. Gongsu is skilled, but to break through the final enhancement threshold, he’ll inevitably need to create several One-time Enhancement Devices.