Chapter 1180: Chapter 1166: Heading to the Forgotten Association

As for how exactly to trigger that condition, Baiyu wasn’t sure.

However.

Judging from what had just happened, triggering that condition wasn’t difficult; these slaves were very likely all hidden dangers.

Baiyu furrowed his brows tightly.

Aside from the two guards, there were only slaves in the entire plaza, no one else.

Baiyu did not continue to act.

He stood in the plaza, quietly waiting. Right now he didn’t know what decision to make either, but Alfred should be almost done with his fight by now.

Tony and Alfred were no rookies.

If they could be easily blocked by just two members of the Asura Race, then regarding this cooperation, Baiyu felt he might as well grab the bucket and run, no need to make things so troublesome.

Before long.

After waiting a few minutes, the space beside him suddenly split open, and Alfred stepped out from the crack.

Tony followed behind him.

However, Tony’s hairstyle had already been messed up by the river wind, making him look a bit bedraggled.

"All taken care of?"

Alfred looked at Baiyu.

"More or less, but there was a bit of a problem halfway through." Baiyu glanced to the side and pointed at the two corpses. "This woman gave birth to an Asura Race infant just now, but I cut the roots along with the weeds."

Alfred’s brows knit slightly. He nodded, fell silent for a moment, then walked over to the woman’s corpse.

"Parasitic eggs of the Asura Race."

Alfred said, "The Asura Race is a species that cannot reproduce on its own. The reason they’re so fanatical about war, enjoy war, pursue war, is because their children can only be born in the bodies of other living beings.

If they stop waging war, stop conquering.

Then it’s equivalent to self-extinction; with no way to reproduce, even without an enemy, the Asura Race would die out on its own.

So their pursuit of war is simply a survival instinct."

Baiyu hadn’t expected the Asura Race to have such a habit.

However.

It did explain very well why they loved war so much.

"Can’t they implant their eggs in large mammals?" Baiyu couldn’t help wondering.

"They can, but the offspring raised that way can hardly reach normal levels of intelligence. They’re basically all disabled, and their brains are messed up."

Alfred let out a sigh.

Baiyu saw that some of the slaves around them were slowly waking up, staring at the three of them with terrified eyes, and couldn’t help asking, "Then can the eggs in their bodies be removed?"

"No. For ordinary people, once they’re parasitized, all they can do is wait for death. The moment the egg breaks open is the day they die."

Alfred’s face was expressionless.

Tony wore a dispirited smile. "So, what we can do is let these people be freed. Otherwise, by the time the eggs grow inside them, they’ll find life worse than death."

Baiyu fell silent.

The Asura Race was born an enemy of all life, with no possibility of mediation. No matter what intelligent race it was, when facing the Asura Race, they would only ever choose to wipe them out to the last.

At that moment Alfred released Spirituality, enveloping the entire plaza.

Immediately after.

Those ordinary people closed their eyes one after another, losing all sign of life.

"They’ll die in a beautiful dream. This is the only thing I can do that’s of any help to them."

Alfred sighed.

...

Blood Church.

Tony stood in front of the Church doors and said with a smile, "I’ll stop here. When the operation officially begins that day, come inform me again.

The Churches of your Scarred Church always give me the feeling of a thorn in my back, so I’d better not go inside."

Tony took a step back, then his whole body turned into white light and vanished from sight.

"Want to come in and sit for a while?"

Alfred invited Baiyu.

"I’ll pass. I’ve got something to do and have to head back later. Did this operation yield anything?"

Baiyu looked at Alfred.

"Not bad. At the very least, we obtained evidence of Misar colluding with the Asura Race, and I’ve more or less guessed what Misar is trying to do.

In the coming days, I’ll go verify this guess.

If it’s confirmed.

I’ll inform you then."

"Alright."

After Baiyu agreed, he directly traversed the Spirit Realm and left the Blood Church, returning to the Ancient Castle.

During the time he was gone.

The defenses of the Ancient Castle hadn’t been interfered with, proving that his concealment methods had worked; the Clearers hadn’t tracked him here.

He stretched lazily, loosening his muscles and bones, then went back to his room in the Ancient Castle to continue studying this "Rage" state. He still hadn’t fully mastered the fusion of Spiritual Power and Blood Qi.

...

Three days later.

Abaida still hadn’t changed in any way; as usual, it was living a lively and fast-paced life.

Baiyu was just about to head to the Blood Church for a look when a carriage of the Bain Clan stopped outside his door.

Harley Bain sat on the carriage.

Baiyu’s heart stirred, and he walked toward the carriage. "Long time no see, Miss Harley."

"Mr. Black Night, let’s go.

The Forgotten Association does have some rules, but in the end, everything comes down to personal strength—in other words, your fists.

The seat of our Bain Clan will be entrusted to you.

Whether you merely hold our seat, or seize a higher one, will depend entirely on you.

Whether you can gain the recognition of the Forgotten Association also depends only on you."

Harley Bain’s eyes were complicated.

She had never imagined the clan’s upper ranks would agree to let a stranger inherit the Bain Clan’s seat in the Forgotten Association.

She’d heard he had met with the ancestor.

Was this man’s strength really so terrifying that even the ancestor acknowledged him?

Baiyu got into the carriage.

As soon as he stepped inside.

He immediately felt that this carriage was different from an ordinary one.

The Spirituality of those inside couldn’t extend outward, nor could it be spied on by those outside.

The materials used in the carriage could block spiritual probing.

"Let’s go."

Harley Bain flicked the reins, and soon the carriage began to sway and move.

To Baiyu it felt as if, sitting in this carriage, he’d been isolated from the entire world.

The carriage seemed not to be traveling over the ground, but advancing through a true void, making it very hard to get any sense of direction.

Which meant.

It was basically impossible to locate the Forgotten Association by riding the carriage.

"Have you always gone to the Forgotten Association like this?"

Baiyu turned his head and looked at Harley Bain, who hadn’t spoken again since getting into the carriage.

She opened her eyes and said in a low voice, "We’re heading to the Holy Land of the Forgotten Association, so of course it has to be a bit more troublesome.

I don’t know where exactly the Holy Land is either.

Anyway, every time I go there, I reach the Forgotten Association by riding this kind of carriage; everyone else is the same, without exception.

Maybe only those who obtain the core spots of the Forgotten Association can learn where it is."

So that’s how it is.

There was a hint of excitement in Baiyu’s eyes. It seemed the Forgotten Association really did have some substance; just the construction of this carriage alone was already beyond what he could fathom.