Deities: Starting From Goblins

Chapter 610: Chapter 380 Business_2

Throughout my journey fraught with near-death experiences, when did I ever compromise with an enemy? Logan once again immersed himself, ceaselessly calculating the Spirit Points of the attack array. Since my Spiritual Power is limited, I’ll calculate two ten-thousands of Spirit Points at a time, and eventually link together the four hundred thousand and some odd points all at once.

Actually, the workload hasn’t reduced at all; instead, it has tripled. At least this was within the acceptable range of Logan’s Spiritual Power, not too overwhelming to handle within the limited time available. And so, time just flew by.

In the blink of an eye, a day passed. Logan remained motionless, like an old man in deep meditation, causing the three great Lords nearby to worry. Wasn’t Logan supposed to stand up and start laying out the array? What exactly was happening with his seated meditation? Yet the three of them didn’t dare to disturb him.

It wasn’t that they lacked patience, but the people from Demonic Sky Gate were watching closely, ready to attack at any moment. Their sole reliance on Logan, who had shown no signs of activity, left them panic-stricken and helpless. Within that day, the people below were buzzing with speculation.

Samuel Westman was the first to grow restless, he turned to the other two and said, “We can’t put all our eggs in one basket with Logan. What if he doesn’t open his eyes for three or four days? Although we now have Logan’s defensive barrier, let’s not forget—what if Demonic Sky Gate’s attack isn’t triggered?”

No one knew if the array was effective, and if Logan was needed to activate the barrier screens, and he remained in meditation, that would be truly unfortunate. Just in case, the trio ought to have a backup plan. Even if the barrier screens were useless, they should at least have other measures prepared.

“No, Logan is like a Seer, and I think the reason why the Barrier Screens have disappeared is merely to lure the people from Demonic Sky Gate into the Barrier. Once the enemy attacks, it will definitely activate on its own.”

Sandy Wexler appeared slightly more composed, relying on his understanding of Logan. Creating a rigid Barrier Screen was unlikely; his only worry was when Logan would awaken. Were they not already considering how to combat Demonic Sky Gate? Logan’s Barrier Array would surely hold.

Cain Scarlet synthesized the opinions of the two and said, “Regardless, we can’t falter now. Besides, apart from Logan, even if we wanted to set up other measures, it would be pointless worrying—in the hands of their Holy See, we wouldn’t stand a chance.”

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“What we need to do now is to ensure we protect Logan at all costs. We can’t step away even for a moment, lest we give the cunning ones a chance to exploit. The disciples from various Sects and the servant under the Lords are anxious; we need to stabilize that situation too, so one of us should leave to handle this.”

“I’m better suited for this task since all my cultivation has been destroyed, standing here I can only intimidate, but if the enemy really comes, I won’t be of any help.”

Upon hearing Cain Scarlet’s words, Sandy Wexler volunteered first. Outsiders thought he still held the Realm of a Quasi-Saint, but in a previous battle to protect the city, he had already fallen to the level of a cripple. It would take decades to recuperate, and now his level had fallen to that of a Throne.

The other two Lords had no objections, and since Sandy Wexler was a person of great composure, they trusted he could easily resolve the troubles. Besides, the Wexler Clan had always been united in their enmity against a common foe. At least, they wouldn’t consider fleeing, so Sandy Wexler had many men he could rely on.

After Sandy Wexler left, he immediately returned to his tent. By that time, thousands of people had already gathered at the tent’s entrance, all hoping the Lords would come out with an explanation: facing the menacing stare of Demonic Sky Gate, why hadn’t there been any action?

At the tent’s entrance, numerous Sect Leaders were at a loss, uncertain of how to explain to their subordinates. Even the Sect Heads of four first-rate Sects exerting the pressure of a Quasi-Saint Seat were insufficient to reassure everyone against the threat of Demonic Sky Gate.

“How exactly are we going to face Demonic Sky Gate? What are our chances of victory in the Western Wasteland? How specifically should we fight? Can you please not just dismiss us? We are not you Sect Leaders; we are completely baffled by the current battle situation. Surely we can’t continue in this ignorance forever?”

“The Three Lords haven’t shown their faces for a day, and there are rumors that they’ve already fled to the Central Region. Right now, all the Strong Ones in the Western Wasteland who could leave have left, and more than half of those remaining have defected to the Demonic Sky Gate. What should we do next? Surely we can’t just be sacrificed for nothing?”

“The forces from the Central Region don’t come over to help, yet they rely on us to face the Demonic Sky Gate? My fellow Sect Leaders, we would rather die at the hands of the Demonic Sky Gate to protect the integrity of the Western Wasteland, but at least give us a sound reason, a legitimate reason.”

Facing the grievances and accusations from the crowd, the many Sect Leaders were silent—not because they didn’t want to speak, but because they didn’t want to reveal anything about Logan’s Array Method at this time. It was their biggest trump card, and if the information reached the Demonic Sky Gate, it would definitely affect the overall situation.

Just then, a commanding voice rang out, “Everyone quiet down, the Three Lords have not fled. The reason they haven’t appeared for a day is simply because they are secretly strategizing. In any case, do not panic or follow others blindly; we will surely share life and death with the Western Wasteland.”

All eyes turned toward the speaker—it was Sandy Wexler who had just arrived. Seeing their Lord, members of the Wexler Clan were moved to tears. They too had struggled psychologically that day, as too many people were spreading rumors that the Three Lords had abandoned them.

Out of trust for their own Lord, the people of the Wexler Clan had stayed put, believing that their Lord would not abandon his family and flee. Now, knowing their trust was not misplaced, they began to chant his name, some so overcome with joy that they couldn’t help but bow deeply.

For the people of the other Sects, although they weren’t as emotional as the Wexler Clan, a great weight was lifted from their hearts. Since the Lord of the Wexler Clan hadn’t left, the other two Lords were likely to do the same; at least they hadn’t fled in fear of the Demonic Sky Gate.

Still, everyone was anxious—the Demonic Sky Gate had the backing of the Holy See, and in the past two days, too many Sects had defected to their side. Even with the presence of the Three Lords on their side, could they truly win against the Demonic Sky Gate? Were they really to be sacrificed for nothing?

Sandy Wexler stepped to the forefront and surveyed the crowd, “I can tell all of you that we, the Three Lords, have come up with a strategy that will surely defeat the Demonic Sky Gate. After all, we have not fled; this is our greatest confidence and dependence. In time, you will understand. It’s not convenient to say too much now. If you don’t trust us, you are free to defect to the Demonic Sky Gate.”

“One thing I want to make clear, the Demonic Sky Gate has always committed heinous acts. If not eliminated, no one in the Western Wasteland will survive. Don’t think that by deferring to the Demonic Sky Gate, you can live in ignoble safety. Only by standing firm here might you survive to the end.”

“We are willing to share life and death with the Western Wasteland.” After Sandy Wexler finished speaking, the members of the Wexler Clan spoke up unanimously, instantly uplifting the atmosphere. The Sect Leaders of the other great Sects were quick to respond, and under the influence of the mood, their disciples could only join in the chanting.

Sandy Wexler nodded in satisfaction, then his tone changed, “The reason for the widespread panic, apart from a large part of the population believing the rumors, there are many among you who are spies for the Demonic Sky Gate, wishing to destroy our morale with such despicable tactics!”

“Now that I have shown myself, it is certain that I will investigate everything thoroughly. For the people from the Demonic Sky Gate, I will show no mercy, and the Sect Heads here have also found some clues. Once I verify them, I will definitely explain everything to everyone.”

During his speech, Sandy Wexler took out a list of suspicious people from yesterday to today, compiled by all the Sect Leaders. These were disciples from their respective Sects, and Sandy Wexler felt that if a name could be written on the list, in all likelihood, there was concrete evidence against them.

Did these Sect Leaders not understand their own disciples? Therefore, there could be no miscarriage of justice. Even if there were personal grievances in the past, the current priority was dealing with the Demonic Sky Gate. These Sect Leaders were people who could see the bigger picture; they would not allow private interests to influence them now.