Deities: Starting From Goblins

Chapter 457: 272_1

Chapter 457: 272_1

Translator: 549690339

Chapter 272: The Fall of the Half-Step Saint Seat

Seeing the unfavorable situation, Logan dashed over, the lightning-fast attack penetrating the body of the Half-step Saint Seat demon beast. The beast was still gathering energy to self-detonate, but fell in disbelief.

The Beast King watched from within the barrier, utterly collapsing after seeing this sight. The Half-step Saint Seat demon beast was dead—who could save him now? The millions of demon beasts in the whole mountain range were inferior; none of them could match the dead beast. The majority could not even reach the throne realm, so the idea of shattering the barrier was more difficult than reaching the heavens.

Unwilling to accept this fate, the Beast King roared in fury: “I refuse to accept this! Is my life destined to fall here? Is it because I have offended Logan, a mere throne holder? This Heavenly Dao is unfair. My demon beast race is already weak and now we’ve been treated like this.”

This angry roar resounded far and wide. The Half-step Saint Seat demon beast on the ground staggered and struggled to its feet, barely alive. It approached the barrier, continuing to burn its life force to explode. At this moment, Logan and the others were stunned. The beast, despite being impaled, had not fallen yet—it’s will was remarkably strong.

Logan and his companions naturally wouldn’t allow it to succeed, so they rushed to block the barrier. All of them were apprehensive—should the Half-step Saint Seat demon beast suddenly explode, they would undoubtedly sustain serious injuries. But to prevent the Beast King from escaping, they had to block him.

“Even if I die, I will fight for a glimmer of hope for my beast race!” The Half-step Saint Seat demon beast, driven by a deadly will, rushed forth. In the next moment, its body exploded, spreading a terrifying force all around that threatened to reduce everything within miles to ashes. Logan and his companions quickly used their divine skills to block it, but found it extremely exhausting.

Seeing this wasn’t working, Logan had to bring out the divine weapon: “We can use the divine weapon to neutralize some of the force. Otherwise, we will be reduced to ashes in an instant under such a terrifying aftershock. The divine weapons are specially forged, we don’t have time to consider their implications now.”

Lowen Shingo and the others quickly did as instructed, and after all three of them brought out their divine weapons, they indeed felt less pressure. Originally, they all felt a bone-piercing pain, now they were just hurting. The aftershock of the explosion continued, but it was obviously gradually diminishing with the passage of time.

After a while, the explosion had passed. The Heavenly Saint Daoist and the Beast King watched nervously from within the barrier—one hoped for the barrier to break, while the other precisely hoped for the opposite. But, when the dust settled, Logan and his companions were unscathed.

The Beast King had completely despaired. He opened his mouth, desolate: “The Half-step Saint Seat demon beast was a hero of our race. It’s my fault that I had always been wary of it, keeping it at the Half-step Saint Seat. If I had helped it reach the Saint Seat, the situation would not be like this now. It was my mistake, and now there is no one left to save me.”

“You should have died a hundred years ago. You should feel content surviving thus far. Don’t worry, I will make sure to leave your body intact. After all, we are all holders of the Saint Seat. However, the body of a Saint Seat is a powerful divine weapon. Logan and his companions will surely be ecstatic to get it,” the Heavenly Saint Daoist said with a dauntless tone.

At this moment, the Heavenly Saint Daoist was triumphant. The Beast King’s biggest support had vanished. The situation had clearly shifted to one side, and it was very simple for him to kill the Beast King. After all, the Beast King was already seriously injured, and surely could not last a hundred rounds, but the Heavenly Saint Daoist was not in a hurry to do it.

He wanted to completely devastate the Beast King. Once his morale was gone, the process of killing him would be smoother, and it would spare him the need to use some of his lifesaving divine skills. Even though he was sure he would win, the victory would still be a narrow one.

The Beast King could only give a bitter smile, filled with regret: “Falling to this state is my own doing. If I hadn’t been the one to betray first, our situation wouldn’t have been like this. Although we hate each other, Logan and I could have cooperated. I won’t say more. But before I leave, I will make sure to take someone with me.”

“On the contrary, your mistake wasn’t forgetting gratitude and betraying—it was your lack of ruthlessness which spared Logan and his companions. This led me and Logan to cooperate. Remember, in your next life, root out the danger once and for all. The slightest comfort will lead to irrevocable disaster.”

The Heavenly Saint Daoist coldly mocked, his thoughts drifting back to the past. That time, the Beast King was so proud, he had frightened him off as soon as he woke up, and even received Logan and his companions desperate rescue. The Beast King had ascended to the peak in one step, yet he had sent himself tumbling down.

He could stand undefeated thanks to his unmatched cruelty. Otherwise, how could he have set foot in the Holy realm in this perilous cultivation journey. After all, the Beast King was still a beast, though a king of a race, it still lacked the ability to think critically. A cultivator needs to be ruthless and decisive.

“If I was more ruthless, I would have died with you a hundred years ago. I wouldn’t have to see the sacrifice of the Half-step Saint Seat demon beast, and I wouldn’t have to see you so pleased now. My only regret is my own weakness and luck.”

The Beast King fixed his gaze on the Heavenly Saint Daoist, then suddenly understood. In truth, all the mistakes lay with the Heavenly Saint Daoist—had he not tried to steal the wings of their beast race a hundred years ago, there wouldn’t have been any conflict. It was him who caused him to sleep for a hundred years and led him to the despair he felt today.

Even though all this was Logan’s scheme, the Beast King was clear-headed, if he had not betrayed them and plotted against Logan first, they would still be allies now. So, the Beast King didn’t blame Logan and his companions—they were just forced to counterattack out of desperation.

The only one to blame was the Heavenly Saint Daoist, who had plotted against the beast race for a hundred years just to prolong his own life. When one is at the end of the line, shouldn’t they just accept death? The Beast King knew that he would die at the hands of the Heavenly Saint Daoist today, so he only had one idea—to take him down with him, creating a glimmer of hope for the future generations of the beast race.

If the Heavenly Saint Daoist remained alive, after he was gone, not only would the Demon Beast Treasure be stolen, the millions of demon beasts in the mountain range would also be massacred, leading to the complete destruction of the beast race. This was not a sight he wanted to see as the Beast King—even if he died, he hoped that the beast race would remain safe.

Logan and his companions were just out for revenge and wouldn’t involve the innocent millions of demon beasts. The Beast King had calculated this clearly but how could he die together with the Heavenly Saint Daoist? The Beast King was agony-stricken— he was already seriously injured while the Heavenly Saint Daoist was clearly at full combat power.

Suddenly, the Beast King thought of the blood self-detonation of the beast race. The explosion caused by a Saint Seat powerhouse, which was based on burning one’s own blood, could level hundreds of miles around, and generate a large number of Rule attacks during the explosion—something even a coequal Saint Seat couldn’t withstand.