Capítulo 1317: Chapter 1288: The Ones Who Wield Power
Minor world.
The Demon Clan, due to the comprehensive planning of the Demon King, has been invincible. Although there are indeed reasons for the brave and skilled nature of the Demon Clan, this cannot be separated from the calculations of the Demon King.
In recent years, the Demon Clan has been conserving energy and silently accumulating power, while engaging in internal competition. Although this competition seems somewhat brutal, it has indeed produced many powerful warriors for the Demon Clan.
And the Demon King has always been researching some strange and peculiar things.
Every once in a while, the Demon King would choose a new thing to study. No one knows what exactly the Demon King is researching, and no one knows why the Demon King wants to study these things.
They only know that as long as their king requires something, they must obtain it, nothing more.
It was because the Demon King whimsically wanted to conquer the entire minor world that the Demon Clan launched a massive army to advance towards all parts of the minor world.
Of course, many in the Demon Clan had already wanted to do this for quite some time.
To conquer the entire minor world, to make this world entirely their own, to make other races tremble beneath their feet—what a wonderful wish.
So the demons went ahead, and with the Demon King’s planning and strategies, they did it rather well.
However, recently, the Demon Clan has started to suffer losses.
Especially after the defeat of the Demon Clan in the east, sounds of defeat echoed from all directions.
One reason is that various races finally reacted and began to organize effective resistance. Another reason is… the Demon King stopped managing affairs.
This seemingly omnipotent king seemed to have found new toys. Staying in his palace all day, he no longer cared about the battles outside.
As a result, news of the Demon Clan’s defeats became more frequent, and the various branches of the Demon Clan forgot their internal strife, starting to panic.
Meanwhile, after the initial attacks, the Allied Forces of various races began to unite to launch counterattacks against the Demon Clan.
Many settlements and races once occupied by the Demon Clan have been recovered.
The entire minor world has hoisted the banner to fight back against the Demon Clan.
Of course, there is no absolute evil in this world, nor is there absolute justice.
Even within the Allied Forces of various races, there inevitably occur some special situations.
And unfortunately, Li Chen, who was traveling with Ning Wangyang, encountered such a situation.
Both were wearing black robes.
Their preference for the color of their clothes was surprisingly similar, which is one reason why the uniforms of the Nether Army are also uniformly black.
Black is suitable for hiding at night, and it also matches the preferences of several high-level decision-makers in the Palace of the Nether King.
However, the two men hidden in the darkness, wherever their gaze touched, the scene appeared brightly lit.
Not far from them was a village.
A small village similar to the one Li Chen first encountered when he came to the minor world, Kalin Village.
Originally, such a place should belong to a ‘protected territory’ of a certain race, but due to the Demon Clan’s invasion, the race that should have sheltered these ordinary people fled.
As a result, only some ordinary people without the power to resist were left.
Although these people were not of the Human Race, they were a special race with beast ears and some very obvious beast-like features.
Nonetheless, they were indeed ordinary people without cultivation.
However, this group of ordinary people was being ransacked door-to-door by a team carrying the banner of the Racial Coalition.
“Villagers, open the door! We are of the same race! We are here to overthrow the Demon Clan!”
“Don’t worry, we absolutely won’t take a needle or thread from our fellow brothers!”
“Villagers, open the door, or we’ll break in ourselves!”
“Ah, villager, you finally opened the door. Brothers, go ahead, take everything except the needles and threads. Oh, villager, you have a daughter!”
Such incidents were repeatedly happening in the village.
The raiders carried slight fluctuations of True Qi, indicating they had cultivation, although not very high, yet enough to bully ordinary people.
Any resistance invited punches and kicks. For these ordinary people, Martial Artists were indeed high and mighty, invincible existences.
“Can’t stand it anymore?” Li Chen asked, looking at Ning Wangyang who was clenching his fists tightly.
“Perhaps I was really influenced by Magic Patterns before. Even though I witnessed such scenes, I didn’t feel much. But now…” Ning Wangyang’s voice paused, “I just want to take down these guys.”
“But they are not Demons, though.” Li Chen deliberately said.
“But what they’re doing is no different from the most evil ones in the Demon Clan.” Ning Wangyang spoke coldly.
“You’re right.” Li Chen nodded, “I remember telling you, don’t know if you remember. Power itself is neither good nor bad. The distinction lies only in the people using it.”
“I remember.” Ning Wangyang nodded, “We are the manipulators of power, so no matter what, we must stick to our principles and do what we think is right.”
“Well said.” Li Chen smiled, patting Ning Wangyang on the shoulder, “What are you waiting for?”
“Whizz—” With a soft sound, Ning Wangyang suddenly disappeared from beside Li Chen.
In the distance, within the village, screams of agony erupted instantly.
By the time Li Chen walked over, those raiders were already all lying on the ground.
What’s interesting to Li Chen was that although the guys were either unconscious or screaming, none of them were dead.
“What happened?” Unbothered by the terrified gazes of the surrounding ordinary people, Li Chen walked right up to Ning Wangyang and asked.
“Maybe I’ve killed too many people before. Now that I’ve recovered, I find it hard to bring myself to kill.” Ning Wangyang scratched his head, speaking with some embarrassment.
“Looks like you do need time to adjust.” Li Chen nodded, speaking to the ordinary people in the village, “These people are nothing but robbers. Gather your things and take them back, then have a good rest. Leave these guys to us.”
Seeing the group finally gathered together, Li Chen lightly flicked his fingers, and strands of True Qi shot from his fingertips.
A group of Martial Artists clutched their abdomens, screaming in pain.
They discovered in horror that their painstakingly cultivated True Qi was gone, and even their Dantian for gathering True Qi was shattered. There was a possibility they would never be able to cultivate again.
“You… you’re Demons!” One among them pointed at Li Chen and Ning Wangyang, screaming with a twisted face.