Deities: Starting From Goblins-Chapter 567 - 363 Begins_1
Chapter 567: Chapter 363 Begins_1
Silas Summer could feel his life slipping away. At this moment, all he wished for was a safe place to nurse his injuries. However, it was evident that Logan would not grant him this opportunity. Knowing there was no escape, the look in Silas’s eyes was filled with resentment. He swore that even in death, he would curse Logan to never recover.
Logan, however, had a playful smile on his face as he approached. “All of this is not my fault,” he said. “Imagine, had you not come here to take advantage of the situation with your sect, but instead, had dutifully stayed within your own sect, then none of this would have happened. So, this is all your fault.”
Silas couldn’t retort, for he conceded that this was his own doing. He had been plotting, but before his schemes could be put into action, had he been destroyed as a mere play thing? After all, he was the Master of the Supreme Sect – it just didn’t seem worthwhile at all!
“But, to make an example of you, I will make sure everyone who dares to seize opportunities in this city considers the consequences,” said Logan in a booming voice. “Even though Sandy Wexler has been reduced to nothing more than a cripple, it doesn’t mean that there are no other experts within the city walls.”
With Logan’s voice echoing, the next moment, he commanded the Spirit Gathering Array for another strike. Silas gave one last howl before becoming a lifeless corpse; this horrifying sight left onlookers dumbfounded. A Quasi-Saint, had he really fallen so simply?
The other two Sect Heads were trembling and regretting listening to Silas. They had inadvertently gotten embroiled in this situation. They had only considered Sandy Wexler’s cultivation base, failing to consider whether the young man who had singlehandedly overpowered the City-protecting Array just the day before was still around.
Logan simply smiled, looking at the two of them, “Silas is no more. Are you planning on following in his footsteps?”
“It was all a misunderstanding, I assure you. We pledge to leave this city with all our followers within an hour and never step foot in here again. To apologize for the misunderstanding, we are willing to offer 3 million Spirit Stones as compensation.”
The two of them gave a bitter smile, desperately pleading with Logan. The usually haughty Quasi-Saints had lost all their arrogance.
Logan had no intention of exterminating them all. He had only eliminated Silas because he wanted to warn those with sketchy intentions. Furthermore, given the ability of his Spirit Gathering Array, spending so many Spirit Stones to deal with these two wasn’t worth it.
So, he waved a hand, saying in a stern voice, “Fine, you two had better hurry up and leave. And don’t forget the promised Spirit Stones. Not a single one less. I won’t be here for quite some time, so beware of the consequences if you think of taking revenge.”
“We assure you that won’t happen, and if someone dares to come, we’ll be the first to object,” the two said. The moment they saw Logan was truly planning to let them go, the weight in their hearts fell as if a giant stone had been cast aside, fearful that Logan would decide to act against them using the Spirit Gathering Array.
After the two had left, Sandy Wexler stepped forward and bowed, “Thank you. If you hadn’t stepped in, I really don’t know how I would have dealt with three Quasi-Saints. Now that I am a cripple, there will inevitably be more trouble ahead. I can’t help but feel distressed.”
“The Spirit Gathering Array consumed quite a number of Spirit Stones when I was using it.” Logan coughed, “Naturally, you will have to make up for this. The two Sect Heads will be giving you some as well. So, how about you give me ten million Spirit Stones?”
“No problem,” Sandy Wexler agreed without hesitation. After all, Logan had saved him again, let alone ten million Spirit Stones, he would even be willing to scrape together twenty million if needed. He was hoping that Logan would stay and protect the city.
But Sandy Wexler also knew that this city was too small for a cultivator like Logan who aspired for vastness. So, he just kept bowing in gratitude to Logan, knowing his limits and not uttering another word.
Logan looked down at Silas Summer’s corpse on the ground, “Hang his body on the City Wall. This will deter those in the city with ulterior motives. At least for a long time, everyone will be on their toes as Silas, a known Quasi-Saint, has fallen.”
Sandy Wexler had no objections to this, as this was exactly what he had planned. In just one day, more than a dozen powerful forces had infiltrated the city, leading to dozens more cultivators stronger than a dominator, making him, as the Lord, quite troubled.
Sandy Wexler was well aware of their motives: they believed that since he had become a cripple, they could seize the opportunity of this city for themselves, an opportunity that was not his alone but accumulated by the tens of millions of citizens over many years.
Just as Logan was preparing to leave, he slapped his forehead suddenly, “I almost forgot. I was planning to teach you how to use the Spirit Gathering Array. This way, you can securely hold your position as Lord. With the Array to help you, no minor characters will dare to cause any trouble.”
“Really?” Sandy Wexler couldn’t believe his ears. The Spirit Gathering Array was incredibly powerful, and Logan was willing to give it to him? The thought of controlling such a terrifying power made his heart race – with the Array, what would he have to fear in the future, even from Quasi-Saints?
Logan nodded dismissively, “It’s just an average array that requires a large number of Spirit Stones for the attack. Of course, as the Lord of a city, you will not lack them. I hope it can help maintain peace in this city in the future. I plan to leave shortly.”
