Secretly Married for 4 Years, He Regrets to Tears After the Divorce-Chapter 210: A Fierce Battle Breaks Out

The sound of distinct gunshots echoed from a distance, followed by an even more chaotic roar of battle cries.

Hearing the gunshots and the pained screams of his tribesmen, Maka’s eyes turned bloodshot.

He furiously drew the Stone Axe from his waist, pointed at Adrian Lancaster, and roared at the guards, "Tie him to the sacrificial altar! If a single member of the Sarankal Tribe is harmed, he will pay with his life!"

Nia pleaded, her heart racing with anxiety, "Uncle, please don’t hurt Tarn! He’s my betrothed."

Disappointed by her naivete, Maka grabbed her forcefully, holding her back and preventing her from getting near Adrian Lancaster.

"You’re still pleading for him at a time like this? Can you really bear to watch those outsiders invade Sarankal and slaughter our people, staining our home with blood?"

Nia shook her head. "Uncle, there’s no proof those intruders are his people. Maybe we’ve all misunderstood him."

"Didn’t you hear? The patrol saw them with their own eyes. Those invaders look just like him."

"That alone doesn’t prove Tarn led them here."

"Nia!" Maka trembled with rage, nearly raising his hand to slap her.

"Snap out of it! Those people are slaughtering our tribesmen! Your father led our warriors to fight them, and they could be killed at any moment! Yet all you can think about is that outsider. How can you face the Sarankal people?"

Tears streamed down Nia’s face as her heart sank. "Uncle, please don’t be angry. That’s not what I meant."

Maka waved a hand dismissively. "From this moment on, you are forbidden from pleading for Tarn, and you are forbidden from going near him. Otherwise, don’t blame me for being cruel and tying you to the sacrificial altar to face the River God’s punishment as well."

...

Adrian Lancaster was bound to a stone pillar on the sacrificial altar with coarse vines.

Maka stood before the altar, draped in a ceremonial robe woven from multicolored feathers and holding a Magic Wand inlaid with Obsidian.

His expression was grave as he looked up at the azure sky, chanting a prayer in an ancient tongue. Each syllable landed with the weight of a mountain.

The tribespeople gathered around the altar, their faces a mixture of grief, indignation, and pain. The sounds of fighting in the distance grew more intense, and the stench of blood drifted in on the wind.

Adrian Lancaster tried to struggle, but the vines only tightened their grip, the piercing pain nearly suffocating him.

He saw Maka raise a sharpened Bone Knife, its edge glinting coldly in the light of the rising sun.

「The border of Sarankal territory, where the primeval jungle meets the wilderness.」

Theodore Lancaster had led the search and rescue team along the river, and they had finally arrived. Their position matched the satellite coordinates for the Sarankal Tribe.

The entire team was outfitted in standard tactical gear, assault rifles at the ready, as they advanced steadily in a fan-shaped formation.

Facing them were the tribesmen led by Barton. They wielded Hardwood Spears and Beast Skin Shields, their faces smeared with white mud in patterns of war paint.

"Please, lower your weapons. We’re here looking for someone, not to invade your lands."

Theodore Lancaster’s voice, relayed through a translator and amplified by a loudspeaker, boomed across the wilderness with indisputable authority.

Gripping his spear, Barton stepped forward and roared menacingly, "The person you seek is not here! You have trespassed in Sarankal, and for that, you will die!"

"We have no intention of starting a violent conflict."

"Your actions have trampled upon the dignity of the Sarankal Tribe! Now, die!

Warriors! For the Sarankal Tribe! For our families! Charge! Kill these foreign invaders and offer their blood to the River God!"

The Sarankal tribesmen, fired up with adrenaline, unleashed their primal fury and hurled their spears at the opposing force in a single, unified volley.

Unflustered, the rescue team raised their rifles and fired in controlled bursts. The bullets struck the spears with pinpoint accuracy, shattering them mid-air.

The CRACK of gunfire and the spray of splinters froze the Sarankal tribesmen in place. They had never seen such swift and deadly weapons.

Barton and his men were stunned by this incomprehensible power, their faces a mask of mingled anger and fear.

Bullets sparked against nearby stone pillars, sending chips of rock flying. The smell of stone dust mixed with the scent of blood that hung in the air.

They were forced back step by step, their spear formation proving utterly useless against modern firearms.

"Chief Barton, their weapons are too powerful! If we charge, we’ll all be killed!"

"Even if it means death, the warriors of Sarankal will not retreat!"

The tribesmen exchanged pained glances.

"I will repeat myself one last time. We are only here to find someone, not to cause bloodshed. Please cooperate."

"Outsiders are more cunning than foxes! Since you won’t retreat, we will fight you to the death!"

Barton let out another earth-shattering war cry, roaring like an enraged lion.

He commanded his tribesmen to use the terrain to their advantage, rolling massive boulders from the high ground while hunters hidden in the canopies fired poison-tipped arrows.

Nia’s brother sounded a horn, and a new wave of warriors charged down, their spear formation like a moving forest of thorns.

"Here they come again! It never ends! Don’t they understand plain language?" Caleb Caldwell exclaimed in frustration. "What a bunch of savages."

The rescue team’s helmets stopped the poison arrows, and their body armor deflected the spears.

This time, they didn’t open fire. Instead, they deployed tear gas.

In the smoke, the Sarankal people choked and staggered backward. Some of them even passed out.

Theodore Lancaster raised a hand again, signaling for the team to halt. He pulled off his tactical gloves and took a few steps forward, attempting to de-escalate the situation.

"If you lower your spears, we will lower our rifles. I am only here to find my son, Adrian Lancaster."

Barton’s eyes stung from the smoke, but he stubbornly held his ground.

"Your son is not in Sarankal."

"We’ll be the judge of that after we’ve searched the area."

The words had barely left Theodore Lancaster’s mouth when the team’s drone transmitted a live feed: Adrian Lancaster, bound to a pillar on the sacrificial altar.

"It’s Adrian!" Sean Sterling shouted excitedly.

"Uncle, we’ve found Adrian! He’s tied to a pillar!"

At these words, Theodore Lancaster’s gaze turned as sharp as a hawk’s.

He hesitated no longer, ordering the team to maintain an alert formation and advance steadily toward the sacrificial altar.

Barton and his tribesmen were forced to fall back again and again, until they reached the edge of the main square.

The sacrificial altar came into full view, and the sight of Adrian Lancaster bound there stung the eyes of everyone on the rescue team.

"Adrian!"

Seeing his son’s pale, haggard face and the Bone Knife still in Maka’s hand, Theodore Lancaster nearly lost control. He roared in fury.

"Release my son now! Or I will raze Sarankal to the ground, and none of you will leave here alive!"

Adrian Lancaster’s head snapped up. He could hardly believe his eyes.

’Am I dreaming? Father really came to save me.’

"Dad!"

Nia heard Tarn cry out, "Dad!" Then she saw the striking resemblance between the newcomer’s features and Tarn’s. She froze, feeling as though she’d been struck by lightning.