Chaos Devourer System

Chapter 408: A Simple Tactic Of War...

Chapter 408: A Simple Tactic Of War...

Chapter 408: A Simple Tactic Of War…

“That must have been really sad.” Zeras mused out loud as he looked at the cold dark ceiling above his head.

“It was…” The man replied, and silence once again enveloped the place.

“So, a war broke out, and the Giarans sneak attacked us. Then who won the war?” Zeras asked with a raised eyebrow. Even though he still had some holes in his head, he was also starting to understand what was going on.

“The Giarans attacked at full force with extremely quick speed. Millions have been lost before the humans could even gather their troops. It was a brilliant move. And while you might think it’s just a shameless sneak attack. When the true battle broke out, the humans still lost. The EIA, combined with the Nine families, all lost the fight against them…”

“That is impossible. All of the Nine family’s patriarchs are galaxy-rank cultivators. We have nine Galaxy-rank cultivators and I’m sure there are even more Galaxy-rank cultivators that are unknown. There’s no way, we could have lost…” Zeras replied disbelieving.

“You’re right. That was what I said to comfort myself when I got captured. But you’re very ignorant of what true military force means. The weakest soldiers of the Giarans are the Early Cosmic Ranks stage! And when you say Galaxy rank, The total number that I know they possessed reached up to 50. Each leading a different battalion of Peak Cosmic Ranks that are basically uncountable…” The man said with blank eyes as Zera’s heart hung in his throat.

“But that isn’t what killed it. What truly killed it were three Giarans. They were said to be so strong that two of our world leaders immediately gave up their weapons and bowed in allegiance….”

“What! Does that mean…Does that mean…” Zeras asked repeatedly unable to complete his statement.

“Yes. They are beyond the galaxy rank!”

“Impossible!” Zeras roared out in shock.

And that was when the words of that being hit him hard. There truly is a cultivation above the Galaxy rank, the so-called universe origin ranks that Zeras pushed off as a lie…

The Giarans possessed three universe-origin rank individuals. It was no wonder the humans lost so badly.

“Once the two world leaders bowed their heads, the human race was torn into two. They no longer know what to do. To concede and become slaves or to fight to the death…”

The situation was hopeless until a man showed up. One of the nine world leaders. I heard rumors that he is the patriarch of the Voidpsace family.

“I heard that he had also reached the same stage as those three Giarans…”

“The Voidpsace patriarch has reached the Universe origin rank!?” Zeras thought to himself in shock.

“It was said that he had fought them on equal grounds and cast a Voidspace art. It was an art that caused Earth to reject anyone who was not part of it. Instantly the Aliens were flung back into space and were no longer able to enter Earth, not even the three Powerful Giarans. All I know is that the Giarans have been trying to crack that art but if they are still hanging outside the earth, then that means they have not really succeeded, but even that’s only yet. The future is vastly unknown…”

“Hmmm, that’s a lot to take in. Time has moved so fast…” Zeras mused to himself as he scrubbed his head.

The Earth has been completely messed up. He never expected this to happen at all, nor did he expect to have spent five years in his evolution. All his initial plans for his return have been absolutely and utterly ruined.

Still, one thing greatly worried Zeras.

“When you said that two of the world leaders chose to give up. Do you perhaps know who those two traitors are?” Zeras asked with furrowed eyebrows.

“Of course I do. They are none other than the Underworld family and the Celestria family…”

“Tch, damn Celestria family…” Zeras said gnashing his teeth but immediately the furious glare in his eyes dispersed replaced by a bright glint.

“SO, the Celestria family and the Underworld family gave up right?”

“Yes.”

“Does that mean they are in one of the spaceships right now…” Zeras suddenly asked as he watched the man’s expression flicker but he responded nonetheless…

“That is the only place they could be if not dead.” He replied and unknowingly to him, an incredibly wide grin appeared on Zeras face widening up to his very wears while his left eye flashed with an abysmally dark light.

‘Perfect. Just perfect’ Zeras chuckled within himself before immediately he stood up from his seat as he walked towards the iron barrier which seemed to be made of very tough iron bars. Tougher than anything Zeras had ever seen.

“Have you ever thought of escaping before?” Zeras suddenly asked as he turned back to look at the man who had the same hopeless expression on his face.

“Yeah, I’ve tried to do that, the second they threw me in, but it is useless, not only would you be unable to get past the Galaxy rank stage Giana that oversees the prison and would simply be thrown back here.

But you would also be wasting very important energy. Mind you, we’re only fed once in three days, and we drink their urine as water. It is better if you sit down and conserve your energy rather than walking around and wasting it.” The man advised as a mocking smile appeared on Zera’s face.

“Keep your enemies just enough to barely survive. And they would strangle tightly on that rope of survival that you have stretched. Never would the thought of resistance scrub past their mind. It is a very simple adage of war. It seemed the Giarans were good tacticians too.

And they were able to use that simple rule to wet down the thirst for revenge of a person like you. Genius, simply genius.” Zeras cackled like a madman as the man’s expression rapidly changed from shock to horror.

He could see the young man before him was rapidly changing. And he could tell that from his shadow which was starting to take the shape of a devil.