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Chapter 382: Chapter382-Many-Armed Tyrant

The Helly Society headquarters.

The Black River Sage wore a fitted battle outfit. His appearance was that of a young man in the prime of life, and he sat upon the high seat.

Before him stood dozens of Oracle-grade beings—some were his kin, some were his students, and even more were foreign Oracle-grade beings who had been stranded in the Black River plane and urgently summoned by him.

A heavy anger and helplessness pressed between the Black River Sage’s brows.

"Since I established the Helly Society and created the Black River Realm, more than a million years have passed!"

His voice was deep like a drum, resounding through the hall.

"I dare say I have handled matters fairly and acted uprightly. I have also done my part for the prosperity of the Myriad-Star Cosmos. Yet I never expected that today, we would be targeted by the Everlight Order. The Black River Realm is in imminent danger, and though I have sought aid from all sides, not one response has come!"

He let out a long sigh, filled with unconcealable desolation.

"Now, we can only stand on our own and save ourselves."

"We swear to live and die with Black River!"

The members of the Helly Society shouted in unison, their voices surging like a tide.

The other Oracle-grade beings who had been summoned remained silent.

They did not belong to the Helly Society. Some were merchants passing through, some had come to travel, and others had been stranded here for various reasons—yet now, they had been dragged into this undeserved disaster.

The strongest among them was only T3. Facing the shadow of the Everlight Order, they could only be forced to stand on the Black River Sage’s side.

After all, everyone knew that the Everlight Order had always stripped everything clean and never reasoned with anyone.

Suddenly, a deep voice came from the void of the Black River Realm, like muffled thunder surging up from the depths of the earth.

"Everlight Order—Many-Armed Tyrant has personally arrived!"

"Black River Sage, are you certain you wish to become enemies with my Everlight Order?"

That voice was not loud, but it was like a cold needle, accurately piercing the soul of every living being.

The Black River Sage’s expression became even uglier.

Many-Armed Tyrant!

A T5 Oracle-grade who had shaken the starsea with his fame a million years ago.

Back then, the Black River Sage had already been no match for him, yet today, he had personally come.

Even more terrifying was that the aura contained in that voice had clearly already stepped into T6!

A million years had passed. Many-Armed Tyrant had survived the fifth Holy Tribulation, while the Black River Sage was still trapped in the mire of T5, unable to free himself.

"Black River."

Many-Armed Tyrant’s voice was like the whisper of a venomous snake.

"I know you do not have much time left. You no longer have the strength to preserve the Helly Society. How about this? Let me preserve the continuation of your Helly Society. In exchange, hand over all the wealth and living beings of the Black River Realm to us."

He paused, then added,

"You should know the consequences of refusing the Everlight Order."

"I hope you can make a truly wise choice! Only then will you be worthy of the title Sage!"

The Black River Sage’s face had already darkened completely.

If he refused... the consequence would be the overthrow of the Helly Society, the slaughter of all its powerhouses, and the plundering of all its wealth.

He had no path of retreat.

"My end is indeed approaching."

He knew clearly in his heart that the treasures used to delay the arrival of the Holy Tribulation were already useless.

Within a hundred years, he had to face that tribulation directly—and he knew very well that he would certainly die!

There was no powerhouse in the Black River clan who could replace him. No junior who could shoulder this foundation.

The Helly Society was already a giant ship slowly sinking.

"Since the Everlight Order is willing to preserve the spark of my Helly Society..."

His eyes flickered, and a cold resolve arose in his heart.

"Then I shall abandon those living beings unrelated to me. As long as my clansmen remain, as long as the resources remain, one day, another T5 Oracle-grade can rise!"

That was right!

For the continuation of the clan, necessary concessions were inevitable!

This was the consideration of a true Sage—all for a longer future!

The Black River Sage raised his head. His gaze swept across the Oracle-grade beings who had been summoned before him, and he slowly spoke.

"Everyone... I am sorry. I have decided to abandon the Black River Realm."

Boom—!

The entire hall exploded into uproar.

Not only were the summoned Oracle-grade beings stunned, even the members and clansmen of the Helly Society could not believe it.

Just moments ago, he had spoken of resisting to the death.

Yet in the blink of an eye, he was abandoning the realm?

"Black River Sage, please reconsider!"

An Oracle-grade cried out in alarm.

"The Everlight Order is cruel and inhuman. Once we fall into their hands, we will be doomed beyond redemption!"

"That’s right! Doesn’t the Black River Realm still have defensive magic formations? As long as they are fully activated, even a T6 Oracle-grade would need to spend no small amount of time and effort to break through! We can absolutely hold out until reinforcements arrive!"

"Sage, you cannot abandon the Black River living beings just like this! Are the Contribution Points accumulated over millions of years to be destroyed overnight?"

Even the Black River clansmen refused to accept it.

"Forefather! How many resources does the Black River Realm bring to our clan every year? How can we hand it over to the Everlight Order for nothing?"

"Forefather, you are confused! Can the words of the Everlight Order be trusted? If they go back on their word, it will be too late for us to cry!"

"Forefather! We are not afraid of death! We would rather die standing than live kneeling. Let us fight!"

"Enough!"

The Black River Sage suddenly shouted.

He suppressed the emotions surging in his chest. His voice was hoarse, yet unquestionable.

"The Black River Realm was created by my own hand. To speak of abandoning it burns my heart like fire."

"But the Everlight Order’s blade is already before us. Throwing eggs against stone will only make everyone die with it."

"My decision is made and will not be changed. Send the order: gather all clansmen and retreat into the core region of the Helly Society!"

He gritted his teeth, and his voice lowered slightly.

"Activate the defensive grand formation... Buy those living beings some time and see whether they can seek out a sliver of reinforcement."

The Oracle-grade beings who had been summoned looked at him, their hearts sinking completely.

...

Outside the Black River Galaxy.

Several strangely shaped Starships slowly emerged from the shadows of the starsea.

They were warships forged from bones—glowing with a pale light, like battleships sailing out from the depths of a graveyard.

Every bone ship emitted a faint Oracle-grade aura. Those white bones were not ordinary bones, but the remains of Oracle-grade beings!

Forging Starships from Oracle-grade bones was itself a naked declaration.

The Everlight Order feared nothing, because they had already trampled the source of fear beneath their feet.

They were the Everlight Order!

The Everlight Order’s lair was entrenched in the Everlight Sea deep within the Sea of Ruin. They belonged to no universe, yet they could freely come and go throughout the Endless Starsea.

Because they were strong enough!

Several Eternal Sages stood behind them, and under their command were forests of T9 and T8 Oracle-grade beings.

In terms of battle power alone, they were not inferior to a complete universe.

The foundation of the Everlight Order was plunder—sustaining war through war, watering their roots with blood.

They never ceased harvesting wealth and life throughout the starsea, like an ancient giant beast entrenched in the Sea of Ruin, greedily devouring everything that passed by.

On one hand, they used this to cultivate their direct-line powerhouses. On the other, they recruited desperadoes and experts from all walks of life by any means necessary, taking those villains who wandered along the edge of the Laws into their ranks.

The hierarchy within the Order was strict, its rules like iron-forged chains binding every member firmly to their assigned position.

From the cannon fodder at the bottom to the Oracle-grade beings at the top, every link fit tightly together, like a war machine that had been running for countless epochs.

And now, this machine’s gaze had fallen upon that twilight-stage powerhouse in the Black River Galaxy!