PDLP Chapter 475 The Casco Tribe's Invasion
Chapter 475 The Casco Tribe's Invasion
Withdrawing their greedy gazes, the powerful figures from the various clans spoke without changing their expressions.
"Oh! Don't be nervous, Young Master Rick. We are familiar with the rules here and will not do anything that violates the Venerable One's orders. You can rest assured."
Beside him, a slender, tall humanoid licked his lips with his long, thin tongue, looking at the white-haired youth with a mocking gaze.
"Yes! With nearly a thousand years of cooperation, you have to trust our reputation."
Another short man with bloodshot eyes chimed in.
The others also spoke up at the appropriate time.
The general idea is that they will not attempt to steal anything; they will act entirely in accordance with the Venerable One's commands.
Rick, the young clansman, looked at these outstanding members of the superior clans with a calm expression, but inwardly he was cursing them.
"A bunch of opportunistic and greedy guys, I don't know who always insists on bringing out the Chaos Crystal for appraisal."
Are they afraid I'll take it all for myself, or are they afraid I'll absorb and integrate it directly?
"In other words, my Arik tribe values its reputation. If we had given it to you, the Chaos Crystals would have been completely devoured long ago."
Thinking of this, he unconsciously tightened his grip on the Chaos Crystal.
If it weren't for the elders' instructions, he would have devoured it right now.
After all, it originally belonged to him; it's just that the tribe needed something enticing to coordinate the various tribes here.
Otherwise, some ill-intentioned individuals might cause unnecessary trouble for the attack plan.
The tribe values this place highly, having devoted countless efforts to it.
Once the gates are broken, everything the tribe has lost will be compensated.
This is a promise given by the Void Races, and also a law that the Void Races must abide by.
Putting aside his frustration, Rick, the young nobleman, impatiently began this routine discussion.
The strategy for attacking the portal will then be determined accordingly.
Next, we will confirm who will be the main attacker and who will be the main defender.
Faced with this second biggest piece of meat in the history of the Void Races, everyone wants to be the first to take a bite.
Therefore, adjustments are needed for each campaign to achieve a balance among the various tribes.
Every ethnic group here is a formidable force, and conflicts will arise between those who suffer losses and those who gain advantages.
After some arguing, the main force for the next attack was finally decided.
That's the skinny, tall guy. His name is Bright, and he's a junior member of the powerful Casco clan, a superior race.
Their ethnic strength is slightly higher than that of the Arik people.
This is also why he looks down on the Rick Clan.
The strength of his tribe is the source of his arrogance.
Those present were almost all minor clans of the same race. After all, sending a minor clan to such an important and fertile universe would make other races more wary.
Minor groups within an ethnic group wield considerable influence within the group, essentially having the power to decide the fate of subordinate races at will.
Of course, only the upper class has this right; the middle and lower classes can only keep a low profile.
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"Woo!"
With the sound of strange horns, another attack began.
This attack was led by the Kasko tribe, whose members are tall and slender, like thin bamboo poles.
Its slender black tongue licked its lips incessantly, its eyes revealing a greedy glint.
In the void, this race represents greed and madness.
Despite their slender physiques, their power is something that makes the entire void wary.
This race possesses the power of devouring; any energy or matter beneficial to them will be devoured, dissolved, and strengthened by their unique devouring space.
It was truly a gluttonous beast from another world, only taking in and never giving out.
Fortunately, such extraordinary talent often brings not only strength, but also fatal flaws.
Otherwise, this race would have a place at the pinnacle of all races in the void.
As the saying goes, the blessings bestowed by a high and mighty god will never threaten Himself; strength also means weakness.
The power of devouring is undeniable; it is like a miniature black hole, constantly threatening its enemies.
But the stronger this force is, the stronger the vessel that needs to support it must be.
Similarly, it also requires a mind capable of harnessing this power.
Just as the threat of a powerful weapon depends on the person who controls it.
If power cannot be controlled, then destruction awaits them.
The Kasko people are a case in point; their devouring power is immense, and their growth rate is unmatched by anyone else.
The strange thing is the growth rate of the Devouring Power, because the physical strength of the Casco people simply cannot keep up with its speed.
The result of this is that the body is overloaded and destroyed.
It's both laughable and frustrating.
Their greatest enemy has never been anyone else, but themselves.
From the moment they are born, the first thing they learn is to suppress the excessive growth of their talents.
Learn to master the balance between strength and physicality.
But the rapid increase in power is an instinct of a living being, and the pleasure it brings is something that no living being can resist.
Therefore, the only outcome for the tribesmen who had no means of resistance was death.
Among the myriad races of the void, whenever the Kasko race attempts to attack a particular universe or race, they generally don't get too involved with them.
If you push them too far, they really will fight you to the death, even if it's not of their own volition.
Of course, this is not the real reason why this flawed race is so feared. What truly makes the myriad races of the void wary are the powerful members of the Casco race who have reached the Venerable Realm.
Once they become strong enough to reach this level, their own weaknesses will be greatly compensated.
Only then will the power of devouring become a force that all races of the void will fear.
This is also why they were able to rise to the ranks of the upper classes.
Although reaching the Venerable Realm is extremely difficult, one can always be prepared for the unexpected.
This has historical precedent.
As the main force in this attack, the other races cleared a large space for them to fight.
They were also afraid that these guys who accidentally overate might become a threat to them.
Bright paid no attention to the actions of other groups; his people had developed a stable method of attack over the long course of history.
They rarely act alone; they usually operate as a unified team under a contracting system.
This is also the way the Kasko people behave when they are below the Venerable Realm.
Gazing at the massive barrier emitting a faint glow, Bright licked his lips with his long, thin tongue, his eyes revealing a hint of madness and a hint of reason.
The next moment, he roared:
"Fellow tribesmen, the feast has begun! Let's revel in it!"
"Roar!"
Countless Kasko people transformed into a nimble snake-like shadow and rushed towards their target.
Bright suppressed the restlessness of the devouring space and stood quietly.
The moment the carnival begins, there must be a wise ruler watching over every reveler to prevent them from overeating.
And Bright played that role.
The moment the feast began, the transparent barrier was completely covered up as if it had been swarmed by locusts.
The appearance of each wave of devouring power was as deafening as the sound of gnawing.
It was as if the barrier would be completely devoured at any moment.
Faced with these repeated attacks, the ancient beings could only do their utmost to respond.
At this moment, they cannot leave their fortifications to fight back; that would be a death sentence.
This conclusion was drawn after experiencing a painful lesson.
The attacks continued for several days before ceasing, during which Bright would occasionally use secret techniques to pull out those of his tribesmen who had reached the critical point.
Meanwhile, other members of the tribe filled the vacancy until the tribe reached full capacity.
Looking at the still impregnable fortress, Bright felt a deep sense of resentment and regret.
"The number of our people is still too small, failing to create a perfect cycle. It seems we need to request reinforcements from the tribe. As for the upcoming campaigns, we'll have to wait for another opportunity!"
With those words spoken, the Kasko attack ended, and the next attack would be on other tribes.
Hopefully, the barrier can hold up and we await their next visit.
This is what each ethnic group thinks after their attacks have failed.
Unbeknownst to these myriad races of the void, a burly figure was silently approaching the barrier, as if seeking an opportunity to get closer.