Deities: Starting From Goblins

“You sect leaders need to put in some effort and manage your own people. We still have to protect Logan, and we really can’t spare the manpower to deal with these thousands of people, understand?”

After Sandy Wexler issued this instruction, he hurriedly left. The dozens of sect leaders were naturally embarrassed. It wasn’t really that they could not control their disciples; it was just that as sect leaders, they sometimes found it hard to take action. What if they provoked a rebellious spirit among their disciples?

However, looking at Cain Scarlet’s actions just now, they realized they had indeed been overthinking. These disciples wanted to leave, and no amount of indulgence would help; on the contrary, only by verbally subduing everyone could they stabilize the current situation. After all, they were also a part of the force against Demonic Sky Gate.

Three more hours passed, and Logan continued to sit without moving, as lifeless as a mountain. If not for Bart Cloud constantly assuring the lords that Logan was still breathing, they would probably have gone up to check for themselves.

Over at the Demonic Sky Gate, Azrael Skyward slapped his hand on the table, his anger skyrocketing: “These Western Wilderness Forces are getting bolder and bolder, even killing the vice sect leader I sent for negotiations? Do they really think the Demonic Sky Gate can be bullied?”

In his eyes, from the moment they had assembled an army of thirty thousand, the sects of the Western Wasteland should have bowed down to him. But each of the three lords was more stubborn than the last, and there were even dozens of sects willing to follow them? It was like walking on the edge of a knife, seeking death.

“Sect Leader, we had dozens of sects pledge allegiance to us yesterday. Why not use them as targets and let them deal with those lordships? It’s just to test their strength anyway, to see what kind of forces these three lords have to dare to oppose Demonic Sky Gate!”

An elder standing by suggested this plan. After all, they did not really respect those dozens of sects; they only agreed, albeit disdainfully and begrudgingly, for them to join the Demonic Sky Gate in order to avoid complications with the Western Wasteland and prevent them from becoming enemies.

Thinking for a while, Azrael Skyward eventually shook his head: “We don’t have much time. Sending that group of cowardly sects would only waste our time. I plan to officially declare war on the three lords shortly and take our thirty thousand troops to subdue those stubbornly resisting.”

Those sects feared the Demonic Sky Gate and had joined, but how could they truly fight for the Demonic Sky Gate? He estimated they would run faster than each other when the time came; they could hardly be counted on to probe the three lords’ strength, let alone fight them head-on, which was an event that came once in a century.

“Since they’re of no use, why not just kill them?” the elder who had spoken earlier suggested, as keeping them meant they needed to be watched. If any of them were spies planted by the three lords, it would be a persistent problem. It would be cleaner to cut them down in one stroke.

“They still have their uses. Although they are a group of cowardly sects, they do have their strong ones. Moreover, having them there would make our subsequent plans smoother. Don’t forget, outside of the Western Wasteland, there’s also the Central Region, and the powers of the Central Region are much stronger than the Western Wasteland.”

Killing these sects was easy, but many other sects were watching in secret. If they learned of the Demonic Sky Gate’s ruthlessness, they would surely resist fiercely, which would result in non-negligible losses for the Demonic Sky Gate. On the other hand, if they kept these sects, they were sure to attract more sects to their cause.

The elder found this reasoning sound and bowed: “Sect Leader, I will go now to marshal our forces. Should we call the Elder of the Demonic Sky?”

Azrael Skyward shook his head again. Such a trivial matter was not worth bothering the Elder of the Demonic Sky, who was the Demonic Sky Gate’s only support and needed to be reserved for critical moments. As long as the Elder of the Demonic Sky remained unscathed, he was enough to deter everyone; an uninjured Holy See could sweep across the lands.

Although the Vice Sect Leader of the sect had died, the Demonic Sky Gate still possessed three Quasi-Saint Seats, which were more than enough to deal with the remnants of the Western Wilderness Forces. After all, they were nothing but loose sand, and most of the sects had pledged their allegiance to us, right? What kind of waves could the remaining few cause?

“That’s right, based on the secret reports sent back by the scouts earlier, it’s said that on the Lord’s side, there is a young man who supposedly has terrifying skills in arranging arrays, and he must not be underestimated. Moreover, the reason the Vice Sect Leader died was that he fell at the hands of that young man.”

The Elder mentioned another point before leaving, and Azrael Skyward sneered at this. He had been well aware of all this already. That young man did indeed have some strength, but the reason he was so powerful was merely because he possessed a Holy See Rune; by himself, he wasn’t much.

If this had been ten years earlier, he would have certainly been wary of whether that young man had the protection of a Holy See, but now, most of the Holy Sees from the Ancient World had gone to the Ancient Secret Realm. Therefore, apart from the Elder of the Demonic Sky of the Demonic Sky Gate, it was impossible for there to be any other Holy Sees around.

After all, when the Heavenly Saint and the Beast King fell not long ago, those were two legitimate Holy Sees. Why didn’t any other Holy Sees go to investigate? So, Azrael Skyward could only come up with one explanation: the Holy Sees had all gone to the Ancient Secret Realm, and that was also the reason the Demonic Sky Gate dared to plot against the Central Region.

While the Demonic Sky Gate was busy deploying troops, the three Lords were still safeguarding Logan, oblivious to the imminent danger. However, as time passed, Cain Scarlet and the others were becoming thoroughly unsettled. How much longer did Logan need to meditate with his eyes closed?

Bart Cloud saw the three Lords wanting to step forward, and in an instant, a chill came over them: “Do not come any closer. Logan is still meditating, and cannot tolerate disturbances. I hope the Lords will show some respect for themselves.”

“We are not enemies here, just overly concerned. Let us go up there and check. In case something’s wrong with Logan’s body, wouldn’t it be better to discover it in time?”

Cain Scarlet quickly explained their intentions. They were well aware that Bart Cloud was Logan’s guard. Hence, even though Bart Cloud’s Realm was just a complete Throne, the Lords were not willing to conflict with Bart Cloud, as that would mean clashing with Logan himself.

Bart Cloud shook his head, his attitude resolute: “No, if you dare to take one more step forward, I’ll have no choice but to meet you, the Lords, with force. I believe Logan must be fine. If something had gone wrong with his body, he wouldn’t be this calm, let alone devoid of any expression of pain.”

“Just to be safe, we must check,” Samuel Westman’s face grew cold as well. They were only giving Bart Cloud a bit of face, but did he really think that a mere guard could be so presumptuous? Logan had the capital to warrant such an attitude, but not the guards around him.

They were the great Lords, standing above tens of thousands in the entire Western Wilderness. Now to be treated in such a manner by a mere guard, they couldn’t swallow this insult. Furthermore, it wasn’t just Bart Cloud’s word against anyone’s concern – they would never harm Logan.

Cain Scarlet nodded his head as well, taking a step forward: “Young man, in consideration of your position as Logan’s guard, we can tolerate your disrespect, but we must inspect Logan’s condition. If you do not step aside, we will have no choice but to use our Great Divine Power to incapacitate you.”

Sandy Wexler saw this unfolding, and his head throbbed. While he considered persuading the other two Lords, he realized it would be of no use; after all, he was now a broken man. Yet he was aware of the relationship between Logan and Bart Cloud – while the latter was only Logan’s guard, they were more like brothers who had shared life and death together.

If Logan were to wake up and see Bart Cloud injured, he could very well explode in a thunderous rage. It was quite possible that, out of hurt, he might leave in a huff. Seeing the two spiritual beings stepping closer to Logan, Bart Cloud’s Divine Weapon was already preparing for a deadly move.

Sandy Wexler, not one to procrastinate, stepped in front of Bart Cloud decisively: “Look, my Lords, there is no need for a small disagreement to become unpleasant, don’t forget what Logan instructed us earlier. If you injure his guard, how do you plan to explain it to Logan?”