Chapter 837 - Undead City Efanso
Chapter 837 of "Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God" starts revealing the story: After hearing Graceâs explanation, Arms nodded slightly and revealed a terrifying smile, "You truly are... Donât miss it!
After hearing Graceâs explanation, Arms nodded slightly and revealed a terrifying smile, "You truly are my proudest pupil, Grace, having mastered eighty percent of my true teachings. Since our reputation in Giant Dragon Coast is beyond redemption, then let us transform it into fear and rule this land with fear.Next, I will use a Teleportation Spell to send several squads of Death Poison Soldiers to the nearby cities to let them experience the power of the death poison. Then you tell those fools if they dare to sit back and watch Efanso fall, they might as well wait for their own cities to become Undead Paradises! Hahaha..."
"Teacher..." Watching the triumphant laughter of Arms, Graceâs advice reached her lips but she swallowed it back forcibly, for she knew all too well the character of her teacher.
He was a true paranoiac, a genius, and a madman, who was very hard to sway once he had decided on something.
Such temperament gave him an indomitable spirit in research, no matter the cost, he would pursue it to the end. This led to the creation of the unique plague virus âdeath poisonâ, a terrifying weapon on the battlefield that might change the power dynamics of the war in Felen.
But this temperament made him terrible at handling other matters. If it hadnât been for Grace scheming behind the scenes and constantly cleaning up after him, he would probably have been targeted for his reckless actions long ago.
Small matters, she could handle without Arms interfering, but the Conqueror Army was completely beyond her capability.
And then, her worst fear came to pass as Arms began to make wild moves.
The entire cityâs Transformation Array could at least be explained as a pyrrhic victory.
This move of using fear as a tactic was simply superfluous.
The only result would be to provoke a universal outcry, making them the target of everyoneâs condemnation.
After all these years, Arms still didnât understand a simple truth: their occupation of Efanso for so many years wasnât because of their strength, but because they used the Efanso citizens as a shield, concealing their true intentions and masquerading as non-malevolent.
Once they completely exposed their vile nature, it would also be the day of their downfall and destruction. Even if they withstood the Conqueror Army, they wouldnât withstand the wrath of the entire Giant Dragon Coast.
For them, the most dangerous were the Legendary powerhouses. Once they drew their ire, even if they fled to the ends of the earth, there was the possibility of being rooted out and completely annihilated.
Did she really have to follow him down this dark path? Shouldnât she plan an escape route for herself?
Grace certainly wasnât the kind to accompany someone to their grave.
The more her thoughts ran, the more reverent her facial expression appeared, not daring to reveal the slightest irregularity. Arms was not just a paranoiac but also highly suspicious, especially after the betrayal, making this trait even more pronounced. He trusted no one but himself, including herself, which meant she needed to be cautious and careful in her next steps.
In understanding human hearts, Grace was clearly superior to her teacher Arms.
His next move, the teleporting of Death Poison Soldiers to attack other cities on Giant Dragon Coast, to pressure them, indeed caused great panic throughout the city, and made many who feared trouble think of supporting them.
But it also gave others a reason, letting everyone know that the Phantoms displayed by Real Illusions were not fakes, and that Efanso was indeed developing a highly contagious plague virus.
If they are not completely uprooted this time, the shadow of death will loom over the entire Giant Dragon Coast region.
Many who were concerned that this might turn into a situation of âexpelling the wolf to swallow the tigerâ made up their minds firmly, siding with the Conqueror Army.
Kellysha said with a smile, "Their move of plague toxin deterrence is not wrong in essence; they just chose the wrong time to use it. If our army were not pressuring them, they could have subdued the cities one by one, striking and intimidating those guilds or gangs with dissenting views with extermination measures. Just two or three times would have been enough to serve as a deterrent, forcing them into submission under their tyranny. By launching these terrifying attacks now, theyâre just adding to our prestige." ÉŞę° Ęá´á´ á´Ąá´É´á´ á´á´ Ęá´á´á´ á´á´Ęá´ á´Ęá´á´á´á´Ęs, á´Ęá´á´sá´ á´ ÉŞsÉŞá´ Nová´lFirá´(.)ná´t
Standing shoulder to shoulder with Kellysha were Gaven and Veranika, and the difference in their heights when they stood together was not at all subtle: Gaven barely reached Kellyshaâs shoulder, and Veranika couldnât even reach Gavenâs waist.
They were not in the Conqueror Armyâs camp but were positioned on a small hillock.
From this vantage point, looking south, one could overlook Efanso, which they referred to as their âmasterâ, and right under their feet was one of Efansoâs pillar industries, the underground warehouse. This area was now so named and known as the Warehouse Hills.
Kellyshaâs brilliant speech at the last military conference made Gaven feel that just treating her as a frontline General was an underuse of her talents. The Flank Pioneer Army was already on the right track, and Darren used his strategic talent to win the respect of the entire army. The Goliath Battle Group no longer needed to remain there, so it seemed best to call them back.
Originally, when forming the Flank Pioneer Army, the Goliath Battle Group had a separate structure, and werenât deeply integrated. Detaching them was exceptionally simple; it was just a matter of adjusting for the future battle habits and reassigning personnel to form their own Elite Battle Groups for various siege and battlefield support missions.