Chapter 1658 Both Girls are Here
Chapter 1658: Both Girls are Here Chapter 1658: Both Girls are Here Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation The pitch-black killer ant, resembling a humanoid figure, was a terrifying expert at the pinnacle of pure-blood strength. Its combat prowess could likely rival that of the eight lineage masters!
The killer ant tribe was renowned as a fierce and formidable tribe from the start. Now, their tribe leader had descended personally—but was intercepted!
The assailant was radiant as a rainbow, possessing wings and exuding the aura of a true immortal—Paxton Foreman of the eight lineages of the human race. Braydon Neal had encountered him previously in the Second Universe.
Paxton raised his left hand behind his back and pointed with his right hand towards the void, smiling faintly.
“It seems the demon race holds our race’s prodigy in high regard, to provoke the illustrious patriarch of the killer ant tribe.” “Paxton, you humans cannot shield that child!” The killer ant spoke with a stern and murderous aura.
“Is that so?” Paxton shook his head.
“The Myriad Races Alliance remains in force.
The funeral song is classified as a forbidden technique of the universe.
No being of the myriad races can practice it.
Anyone found attempting to do so will face immediate execution.” The killer ant mentioned the Myriad Race Alliance, a historical agreement forged long ago.
Throughout the universe’s vast history, numerous forbidden techniques had emerged, some posing existential threats to countless races—like the funeral song.
“All races paid a hefty price to eliminate that individual.
There can be no resurrection,” Paxton added calmly.
“You humans must understand, should you protect that person and bring him back, all races will view you as enemies.
When the experts of all races descend, you will not be able to shield him,” the killer ant retorted coldly.
“He doesn’t need the human race’s protection.
The killer ants are one of the innate divine races in this universe.
Yet, survival and continuation rely not solely on lineage strength,” Paxton remarked lightly.
Indeed, the killer ants were born with inherent power!
However, throughout the vast history of the universe, races stronger than the killer ants had all perished. Why, then, did the killer ant tribe survive?
The answer lay in the wisdom of many leaders born within their race. They pursued fortune while avoiding strife, aligning with the universe’s overarching trends. They refrained from ruthlessly targeting super-prodigies born in each era, including those from the human race. Instead, they sought to build relationships and occasionally offered covert assistance when opportunities arose.
“Thus, countless formidable figures have arisen in our human race over the ages, known for their ruthless dealings with demons, their relentless suppression, and their prowess in battle!” Paxton stated.
“Why then, do you overlook the killer ant tribe?” The powerful killer ant was not lacking in intelligence. After a moment of deep contemplation, he spoke in a subdued tone, “I understand your point.
However, the myriad races will not tolerate the return of that individual.” “If they cannot tolerate it, that is their concern.
I am merely advising against disrupting the positive relations forged by the killer ants,” Paxton’s eyes flashed with a cold glint, underscoring his stance.
The cosmos’s human race would defend Braydon at any cost. Failure to do so would dishonor their ancestors: Braydon, the five lords, the Heavenly Lord, the empress, and others. Braydon’s lineage intertwined closely with these figures. If the race did not protect Braydon, how would they justify themselves to these ancestor-level figures upon their return?
Understanding the human race’s stance, the killer ant refrained from further action. It even speculated on the identity of the inheritor of the funeral song—perhaps one of the five lords from earlier times or someone even more ancient. However, the killer ant dared not dwell on such thoughts. Today, it would not descend upon that battlefield, let alone harm the human child who carried the legacy of the funeral song.
Paxton’s warning underscored the importance of preserving the killer ant tribe’s millennia-old positive karma.
The underlying implication of this sentence was that if this favorable circumstance were disrupted today, when the human race eventually produced a figure comparable to the five lords in the future, they would undoubtedly settle scores with the demon race. When that time came, the killer ant tribe could forget about being spared—they too would face consequences!
The survival of the killer ant tribe up to this point was not arbitrary.
“Paxton!” The killer ant retreated from the scene.
“I will wait and see what unfolds in the future!” “Of course,” Paxton replied calmly, withholding any additional information.
The killer ants’ retreat diffused an unseen threat.
Unbeknownst to them, beneath the starry sky, a stunningly beautiful girl in white stood gracefully. Her delicate feet hovered over the void, a small silver bell tied around her ankle. This was Sadie Dudley, under the starry sky.
Simultaneously, not far away, another woman of equal allure stood. Amidst the universe’s expanse, time seemed to halt around her—Heather Sage!
Their appearance coincided with the killer ant’s departure.
But they weren’t alone!
Wortham Kerns stood upon a dark star, observing the battlefield with hands clasped behind his back. If not for Paxton’s intervention, the killer ants would have faced dire consequences long ago.
The storm subsided into obscurity.
“Master!” Wortham bowed respectfully before departing. “Hmph!” Heather snorted coldly and departed, her discontent evident toward Sadie. The two women, both awakened to their soul imprints, seemed to harbor a deep-seated animosity.
Sadie offered a faint smile and turned to leave.
“He instructed you to guard Earth.
Fulfill your duty well and refrain from meddling in external affairs!” “Yes, ma’am!” Wortham returned to the azure planet.
Thus, the dark storm came to an end.
On the demon race’s side, some living beings erupted with vehement dissatisfaction toward the killer ant’s words.
“He’s in the Meteor Sea.
If you wish to kill him, go ahead.
But don’t expect my killer ant tribe to serve as your weapon.
You are not worthy!” The cold’s words laid bare everyone’s inner thoughts.
Powerful beings across the universe were intricately bound by karma, each with their own trials and tribulations. It was glaringly evident that the human child in the Meteor Sea, possessing the funeral song, carried profound karmic implications. Who would dare provoke him without cause?
Should that human child ascend to greatness in the future or fully awaken the soul imprint upon his body, he would undoubtedly become an ancient and formidable figure. Those touched by his karma would face inevitable death, and their entire races might suffer punishment.
The survival of the myriad races in the universe to this day was not a testament to folly. Leaders of every tribe, especially powerful entities, transcended mere racial competition. Some ancient entities had returned, rendering race distinctions obsolete.
There remained only karma.
Any attempt to harm him on his return journey would unleash calamity, leading to the perpetrator’s demise and the cultivation of a deep-seated grudge. Survival today would necessitate settling scores tomorrow.
Thus, the killer ants steadfastly refused to become pawns of these ancient beings.