hsntnovel Chapter 2553 Coveting the Treasure
Chapter 2553 Coveting the Treasure
The wind on the grass sea finally loosened the taut strings a little.
Among the six generations of people, some were sitting on the ground, panting heavily.
Morgan rubbed her eyes hard, trying to force back the stinging sensation.
King Arthur held his sword steady, and the heartbeat in his breastplate slowly shifted from the war drum back to the military drum.
Orib whispered a prayer, and the cross drew a tiny arc in the air.
Everyone's eyes were brimming with tears of excitement and exhilaration!
Six generations of them regained their dignity thanks to Zhang Yi!
At least now, they are no longer prey in the eyes of the alien race.
The way everyone looked at Zhang Yi was one of reverence, as if he were a god!
That is the hope of all mankind!
Zhang Yi turned to them and said in a gentle tone, "I'm sorry to have made you all anxious. The meeting continues, and so do we—now we can discuss the other terms."
After the four main ethnic groups targeting Huaxu Kingdom shut up, Huaxu Kingdom's territory was secured.
Ling returned to his side and stood quietly, not returning to the alternate dimension; this was a form of intimidation towards others.
No one doubted her origins anymore, and no one dared to question her.
Because the answer has already been given to them.
The combined oppression of the four races was countered and suppressed; their overwhelmingly powerful actions inspired awe.
All eyes of the various races around the hall returned to the round table in the center.
The noise subsided, and the voices of the deliberators gradually rose.
The wind was still blowing, blowing over the grass, over the armor plates, and over the invisible curtain of swords.
The sky over the Australian continent remained overcast, like a huge iron lid pressing down on everyone's heads.
A long, oppressive, and chilling gray that makes your heart race.
The aftershocks of the battle still linger on the vast grasslands—scorch marks, collapsed ground, and ripples in the torn air.
The residual energy in the air still rubbed against each other, occasionally splashing up tiny blue-white sparks, as if reminding all onlookers that what had just happened here was a battle that could rewrite the fate of contemporary humanity.
After quickly stopping his wounds, Gu Shan of the Ironclad Clan said in a deep voice:
"We acknowledge that the Huaxu Kingdom can maintain its complete territory!"
The second to speak was Kong, the representative of the Celestial Clan. His voice did not come from his mouth, but was transmitted to the eardrums of every powerful person present through air vibration and resonance.
The voice was distinct, carrying a haughty air of looking down from the clouds, yet it was also noticeably more restrained.
"Based on your current combat strength, the Huaxu Kingdom... is qualified to continue existing on the surface of Earth and is not among those we plan to eliminate."
Gu Shan of the Ironclad Clan said in a deep voice, "On this continent, any force that wants to survive must demonstrate its strength in order to sit at this table. You have already shown that you possess power no less than that of any other race!"
His use of the word "strength" was quite meaningful.
The meaning is clear: it's not about showing mercy to the Huaxu Kingdom, but rather that they acknowledge Zhang Yi's fighting prowess as sufficient to uphold the sovereignty of a civilization.
Guchawen of the Titan tribe lowered one of his eyes, which contained light intertwined with timelines. He stared at Zhang Yi and Ling and said in a low voice, "It is your existence that gives this tribe the right to negotiate."
The fate of a nation or a country rests on the shoulders of one person.
This may explain why all races spare no effort in investing resources in a select few, allowing them to grow and ultimately protect their race.
The Fang Wolf Clan, on the other hand, couldn't be so arrogant anymore.
Croba's wounds writhed within the fissures, and his self-healing flesh continued to throb and regenerate.
He growled in a low voice, but did not continue to slam the table and shout as before.
He just stared at Zhang Yi, as if he were staring at prey that he couldn't touch for the time being.
On the human side, Morgan, King Arthur, Saladin, and others breathed a sigh of relief, leaning back as if they had just surfaced from drowning and were finally taking their first breath.
They knew all too well what that had just meant.
If Zhang Yi can't control the situation, there will only be one conclusion:
The territory of Huaxu was divided up, and even designated as a "transitional buffer zone," which is tantamount to using one civilization as a firewall to block the advance of other races.
For the entire six generations of humanity, that was a forced, slow execution.
But now, the situation has changed.
It's not about humans seeking survival, but about at least one human civilization sitting at the table, recognized as "inviolable territory."
King Arthur said to Morgan in a low voice, "That's enough. As long as there's a place on Earth that we can name, we're not animals."
Morgan nodded, his eyes clearly reddening. He wasn't even aware that his fingertips were still trembling.
Zhang Yi, however, did not show any exaggerated expression.
He didn't flaunt it, nor did he deliberately adopt a victor's posture.
He knew that he could save face, but the real trouble was yet to come.
Because, at that very moment, a new voice arose.
It did not come from those races whose arrogance had just been suppressed.
Instead, it came from that corner where they had always quietly observed and never spoken.
There stood several rather eerie figures.
A being dressed in what appears to be a white lab coat from the old world.
His body was not a completely stable entity; it was like semi-solid mercury constantly adjusting its shape.
His face resembled that of a human youth, yet he had no eyebrows or pupil boundaries; his eyes were like deep wells.
The other one was surrounded by a layer of black mist-like substance. The mist constantly condensed into new forms, sometimes a flowing cloak, sometimes slowly undulating like tentacles.
If you stare at it for too long, your eyes will start to hurt, as if you are forcibly memorizing something that shouldn't be remembered.
They had been there all along, but remained silent. They seemed disdainful of getting involved in the recent squabble between the various races; they had come only to witness the event.
Like a hunter sitting in the shadows watching a pack of wild beasts fight over territory, only to stand up at the last moment—not to join the fight, but to declare, "Whose hunting ground is this?"
On the human side, Morgan's expression changed, and he whispered a warning: "Be careful. Those two are not ordinary ancient races."
He recognized him.
Because Colombia's research department had maintained contact with the Dulce region and Deep 51.
The one in white robes is the representative of the Abyss Clan, named "Monchi".
The one in the black mist is an envoy of the Nightmare Clan, named "Yi Nian".
The names of these two races are marked as "high-risk contact targets" in many ancient archives.
The civilization they represent is not a purely physical predator like the Fang Wolf Clan, but rather a more advanced civilization.
Representatives from both clans looked at Zhang Yi and Ling, and then spoke one after the other.
The Nightmare Clan spoke first.
His voice seemed to appear simultaneously in everyone's minds, bypassing the eardrums and being directly etched into consciousness, making it impossible to distinguish whether it was him speaking or you thinking.
"There's something we'd like to clarify."
His tone was calm, even gentle, like a professor exchanging academic materials.
"This is the 'Chaos' of the sixth generation of humanity."
"The woman behind you—what is her origin?"