Heroes' Prison-Chapter 1224 - 1163: The Extermination of the Half-Beastmen
The Barbarian Saint stared at the Half-Beast Holy Land below and rasped, "Ancestors of the past generations, our Half-Beastmen have flourished through each era, but now, I can no longer preserve the glory of the Half-Beastmen Clan. I am the greatest sinner in the history of the Half-Beastmen Clan, my tribe has walked towards extinction under my hand..."
His voice was desolate and sorrowful, evoking a mystifying sense of sympathy.
Some historians hurriedly recorded this sentence, treating it as the final written record before the extinction of this race.
At this moment, Huang Yi and Little Dragon exchanged a glance, tacitly opening their Dragon’s Mouth simultaneously, spewing two scorching Sacred Flames towards the Barbarian Saint below.
These two Sacred Flames cascaded down like a waterfall from high above, crashing onto the dying body of the Barbarian Saint. Golden, sacred magma splattered everywhere, converging into a river that completely submerged the Barbarian Saint.
This time, the Sacred Flame continued for a long duration, the whole world awaited the Barbarian Saint to charge out again. Yet within the Sacred Flame there was only dead silence, it seemed to have been completely melted by the scorching Sacred Flame.
Time passed second by second, the middle of the Sacred Flame remained motionless, just like this Half-Beastmen race, no matter how it was attacked, it could no longer stir any waves.
After spraying for a full minute, Huang Yi and Little Dragon finally stopped.
The golden Sacred Flame, having lost its supply, gradually dissipated into the air.
Submerged beneath, the Barbarian Saint gradually began to reveal itself.
The Barbarian Saint was no longer human-form; head, abdomen, arms, and legs were reduced to bones, all flesh had been burned away. The only flesh remaining was on the chest, where the Heart of the Race was embedded, it had yet to be scorched by the Sacred Flame.
The skin on the chest still heaved, inside the Heart of the Race continued to throb. In the dead air, one could seemingly hear the "thump thump" of its heartbeat, exuding an intangible pressure.
Huang Yi and Little Dragon exchanged a glance and rapidly shrank their bodies, simultaneously descending beside the Barbarian Saint.
Before them was the last leader of the Half-Beastmen!
That was the last hope of the entire Half-Beast Race, lying there motionless, ready for them to carve.
At this moment, Little Dragon tentatively extended a Dragon Claw, pressing on the chest of the Barbarian Saint, and with a golden Dragon Claw downward swipe!
"Swish~" The skin of the chest was split open revealing the chest cavity; a golden heart was inside, pulsating with a strong aura, it was precisely the Heart of the Half-Beast Race.
Huang Yi also extended a Dragon Claw, delved into the Barbarian Saint’s chest cavity, and forcefully lifted the Heart of the Race up.
"Poof~" It sounded like the cork of a champagne bottle being opened, the heart was lifted out of the Barbarian Saint’s chest cavity, soared into the air.
In the instant the Barbarian Saint lost that heart, all signs of life abruptly ceased. His chest no longer beat and became a pile of scorched rotten flesh, lying still as though a stone, a mound of dirt.
At that moment, the entire world’s gaze was locked onto that golden heart flying in the air.
That golden heart traced a golden glow in the air, carrying the gaze of people worldwide as it flew forward.
The purpose of this war was to obtain that heart!
Now it flew out, for the first time, unprotected, easily within reach!
Huang Yi’s body flickered, immediately switching from the Golden Holy Dragon form back to his original human shape, he stretched out his hand directly, to grasp the flying heart in his hand.
The heart beat powerfully within his palm, each expansion forced his fingers open, its vigorous strength extended outward, still seemingly struggling.
But no matter how it struggled, it could not escape the grasp of Huang Yi’s palm, tightly clutched by him.
At that moment, Huang Yi held not just the Heart of the Race but captured the gaze of the entire world.
During the beginning of this battle, while it was ongoing, and even during the final duel with the Barbarian Saint... countless times, countless people believed Huang Yi was bound to fail, that he could not claim victory, could not obtain the Heart of the Half-Beastmen Clan.
But now, he had obtained it!
The Heart of the Race was tightly held in his hand, before the eyes of the world!
In the next moment, a solemn and majestic announcement echoed across the heavens and earth—
"[System Announcement]: [God of Slaughter] led the army to destroy the Half-Beast Holy Land, slaying the clan leader of the Half-Beast Race[Barbarian Saint], and obtained the Heart of the Race of the Half-Beastmen. From now on, the Half-Beast Race is extinct, becoming history in The Second World. All Half-Beastmen will suffer the punishment of extinction, with their racial skills and racial talents reduced by 50%. The Half-Beastmen Clan will be removed from the system’s racial settings; new players will no longer see the option for the Half-Beast Race when choosing a race."
This system announcement echoed throughout The Second World, reverberating across every continent, in every corner!
Countless players, countless races were shocked!
A renowned race, a race whose people were spread across the world, a race with players numbering over one hundred million, a race that had flourished for several eras, had been destroyed just like that by a single player!
Those Half-Beast tribes scattered all over the world, those Half-Beastmen wandering in the wilderness, those passing hurriedly and bowed under hoods in urban alleys... no matter where they were, no matter what they were doing, at this moment, they all trembled, stopped everything, and listened dumbly to this announcement.
Many Half-Beastmen were originally in their own tribes, praying for the Holy Land of the distant Central Continent. But now the result had finally come; all hope was shattered.
Tears flowed down from their eyes, angry roars erupted from their mouths, and sorrowful sobs sounded from their noses. But no matter how they vented, they could no longer change the fact of the extinction of the Half-Beast Race.
An unprecedented sense of loss surged from each Half-Beastman’s heart, they felt isolated as if a mysterious power had been lost.
Before this, each of their hearts had a faint connection with the Heart of the Race of the Half-Beast Holy Land in the Central Continent, being able to vaguely sense a majestic force. But now, this force was lost, permanently severed from them. Their bloodline became incredibly fragile all of a sudden, those racial skills and racial talents forever weakened.
...
In the lonely vastness of the universe, Heavenly Demon, Blood Demon, and Spirit Demon were relying on the Magic Dragon Wings, traversing the void, rushing towards the First World.
Their faces were extremely grim, their hands tightly clenched in a grip, their expressions full of reluctance; earlier they were just short of the last bit of time needed to break through the Void Battlefield and kill Huang Yi inside. Unexpectedly, at the critical moment, the projection of the Dark King’s true body descended, forcibly summoning them away.
Suddenly, Blood Demon’s body shuddered, his face froze, and his hand involuntarily reached up to cover his heart area, his body abruptly came to a halt.
Seeing this, Heavenly Demon and Spirit Demon also stopped, asking in confusion: "What’s wrong?"
Blood Demon was full of shock, his eyes showing emotions of confusion and loss: "I seem to be unable to sense the Heart of the Race of the Half-Beastmen, my Half-Beast bloodline seems to have been weakened all of a sudden. That feeling, it’s as if... as if the Half-Beastmen Clan no longer exists!"
"How is that possible?" Heavenly Demon slightly frowned, "What ability does God of Slaughter have to kill the Barbarian Saint? The strength of the Barbarian Saint Clan Leader could easily crush God of Slaughter, no matter what mishap occurred, as long as he merges with the Heart of the Race, his strength could reach the Demigod Level, and not even one hundred God of Slaughters would be his match!"
"Are you mistaken?" Spirit Demon also frowned, "After the Barbarian Saint merges with the Heart of the Race, even I find it tough to defeat him, how could God of Slaughter manage to kill him?"
"But I truly cannot sense the Heart of the Race of the Half-Beastmen." Blood Demon stated definitively, "Don’t forget, the opponent of the Barbarian Saint is God of Slaughter. In front of God of Slaughter, nothing is impossible."
Upon hearing the last words, Heavenly Demon and Spirit Demon fell silent.
No matter how conceited they were, no matter how strong they were when cultivated by the King of Hell, no matter how much they looked down upon God of Slaughter when they were in The Second World... deep down, they had to admit that the name God of Slaughter was a shadow they could never erase. God of Slaughter had defied certain death far too many times before, repeatedly turning impossibilities into possibilities.
He embodies all possibilities; as long as he hasn’t been killed, they will never have true peace.
Even if he were indeed killed, their hearts would still harbor unease.
Years ago, God of Slaughter was killed by Miyamoto Musashi at the cost of destroying Northern Sea City, leading to Reincarnation; yet after Reincarnation, he returned as a king, becoming even stronger.
Recently, even the avatar of Queen of Agony killed God of Slaughter over two hundred times, bringing him down to level 1; yet God of Slaughter fully recovered his strength, and together with Thunder God, Dao Feng, Sharp Sword, and Dragon Spike, counter-killed that avatar of Queen of Agony.
God of Slaughter’s name is a curse; there’s nothing he can’t accomplish.
"No matter what, let’s get to the First World first, complete the task entrusted to us by the Dark King. Once that’s done, we’ll figure out a way to sneak back to The Second World to see what’s happening," Spirit Demon said, shaking his head. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖
"That’s right!" Heavenly Demon glanced around the cosmic void, "Even if the Dark King retracted the task, we still wouldn’t be able to return to The Second World. The dean of Oskan Royal Academy has likely recognized the False Spirit we created previously and should be returning to The Second World now; us returning would be a death sentence."
Blood Demon pursed his lips, hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded: "Alright! Then we’ll continue towards the First World."
With that said, the trio resumed their journey, hiding in the shadows of the Magic Dragon Wings, rapidly flying towards the direction of the First World, disappearing into the depths of the universe in the blink of an eye.
