Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy Chapter 1619 - 135: The Curtain Rises

However, for the barbaric races, it doesn’t really matter.

After all, the low-level races on Barbaric Ascension Star have no human rights.

In the Saint Luo universe, their Saint Luo Clan is the only Overlord.

...

Squeak.

The heavy door was pulled open from inside.

Izewende walked out elegantly from within the door.

"Young Clan Chief."

The guards on both sides all bowed respectfully.

"Go inside and clean up."

Upon hearing Izewende’s words, two sowhat older guards looked puzzled.

A mont later, exclamations erupted within the hall.

Izewende, who had walked thirty steps away, snapped his fingers, "Soone has assassinated the Clan Leader, go eliminate the assassin."

"Yes, Young Clan Chief!"

Suddenly, a cold reply echoed out.

Imdiately, a team filled with a bloodthirsty aura rushed swiftly toward the discussion hall.

Soon, angry shouts, resistance cries, and screams sounded.

Izewende adjusted his clothing.

Finally, he had removed the greatest obstacle affecting his control of power, and next, he could thoroughly implent his plans.

He would step over the blood and bones of countless people to reach his goal.

As for what the Red Stone Clan would beco afterward, what did it matter to him?

Izewende squinted at the vast starry sky, lost in thought.

"Young Clan Chief, the assassin has been killed." The cold voice behind him sounded again.

"Very good, go gather all the elders."

One command after another was issued, and at this mont, Izewende shed all the disguises he’d worn over the past year and more.

He forgot to tell these people with illusions that the Red Stone Clan would not expand under his rule.

For these low-level races to sacrifice for the noble Saint Luo people was already the highest honor.

With a nearly perfect smile on his face, Izewende walked towards his residence.

After all, from today onwards, he would live as a ruler.

This body was not entirely useless, after all.

...

...

"It’s been two days, hasn’t there been any movent from the Red Stone Clan?"

"No reinforcents, no troop reduction either."

In the Clan Leader’s tent, Mu Fan squinted at the extrely rough map.

"But it’s been detected that the Black Water and Green Teeth tribes have begun reinforcing the Red Stone Clan."

The recent actions of the Red Stone Clan were puzzling, as their previously clear movents suddenly beca complicated.

To everyone, the reinforcents from the two tribes seed to be normal.

However, the increased numbers did not make their dynamics clearer. Instead, it was as if they were shrouded in mist, making it impossible to see.

To Isaiah, who frequently interacted with the Red Stone Clan, this was completely a different style of command.

"The commander of the Red Stone Clan has changed."

"Unfortunately, we don’t have insiders within the Red Stone Tribe."

The various tribes had their distinct characteristics, making it nearly impossible for the White Armor Tribe to infiltrate the Red Stone Tribe’s managent.

As everyone was conversing, a figure quickly rushed into the tent.

"They’ve deployed troops! The Red Stone Clan has deployed troops!"

"So many, so many have co."

The person reporting was visibly shaken.

"How many?"

Even Alva was sowhat surprised, as the informant was known for being calm.

"Except for our backup... all of them."

Upon hearing this, the tent fell into a brief silence.

"Let’s go out and have a look, move!"

...

Led by the Red Stone Clan, nine tribes, including the Black Water and Green Teeth, collectively dispatched troops to gather at one location.

An unprecedented harmony appeared on the previously isolated fighting plains.

The joint forces now numbered as many as forty thousand!

Know that the White Armor Tribe has only two thousand people.

This scale far exceeded any previous battle, and was extrely rare even across the entire planet.

Izewende stood halfway up a hill, gazing into the distance.

"What a spectacle, have you ever seen a battle of this scale on this vast plain?"

Clad in a heavy black feather cloak, Izewende’s pale complexion appeared even more sinister compared to Basil Laco.

And around him, eight large white bone chairs were arranged in sequence.

Upon hearing this, those seated did not hurry to respond, instead looking complexly toward the head seat.

Red Stone Clan Leader Basil Laco died suddenly, and in just two days, his son Izewende took legendary steps to seize control of the entire Red Stone Tribe.

The thods and mindset displayed in managing the tribe were shocking even to those wise elders within the tribe.

"No... this might be the largest battle I’ve seen in my lifeti, but esteed Izewende Clan Leader, is it truly necessary to use so many people to deal with a small White Armor Tribe?"

To the side, a middle-aged man wearing a bone-tooth necklace and face painted with blue oil queried, and Izewende smiled: "Mountain Shadow Clan Chief of the Green Teeth Tribe, the White Armor Tribe is rely a trivial stone on the road ahead. What we seek is the vast plains behind the White Armor Tribe."

"The forbidden wasteland??" Mountain Shadow exclaid, "But that’s a deadly zone, supposedly..."

"Supposedly... Has Mountain Shadow Clan Chief been there?"

"Um, well, no, I haven’t."

A subtle smile played at Izewende’s lips, "That’s right, so you don’t know exactly what’s inside either."

Surveying the leaders, an icy smile flashed through his eyes, "Seems none of you Clan Chiefs have been there either."

"I, I went, but only when I was young, following the old Clan Leader for a glimpse. It’s quite barren. The old Clan Leader clearly had reservations and didn’t take deeper," comnted a burly man, marked by a long scar running from shoulder to waist, leader of a small three-thousand-mber tribe.

"Seems there’s truly uncertainty about the contents within... But I do have so news here, which you may take as a joke to listen to."

All eight Clan Chiefs held their breath and looked at Izewende, clearly intrigued.

"Inside resides the secrets to the ultimate power of White Armor Clan warriors, and it’s already confird," Izewende casually ntioned before sitting back and drinking berry juice.

"White Armor Clan, powerful?"

"...Could you elaborate a bit more?"

"Haha, you’ll see soon enough."

At this mont, Izewende wore an inscrutable smile.

In the sky, twin moons hung high, clouds thin, and the distant battlefield was clearly visible.

Just as soone prepared to further inquire, a shocking change on the battlefield delivered a direct impact.

"What are those things?"

At the horizon, hundreds of massive white silhouettes abruptly pierced the night sky, charging ferociously toward tens of thousands.

"Roar~"

At the junction of heaven and earth, a giant dragon with wings spanning a hundred ters erged ominously below the sky.