Prime Originator

Wildlands, Skysilver Tribe.

Like the Great Wall, a similar situation was occurring to the low-rank beast tribe.

Millions of Wingrats roamed the plains and swarmed the tribe suddenly after a section of the earth collapsed, exposing the underground world underneath.

Boom!

A powerful tail swept away hundreds of frenzied Wingrats before they could draw close to Skysilver, the Beast King of the Skysilver Tribe.

The Rank 1 Transcendent Iron-tailed Wolf stood proudly on the top of its hill, gazing into the distant west while tides of rats surrounded its tribe.

Skysilver simply paid no attention to the nearby rats attacking it.

Its three iron tails formed an impregnable line of defense that cannot be breached. No matter how hard the Wingrats try to cross the line, they were swept away all the same.

The Wingrats was incapable of harming the beast king.

Even so, the same cannot be said for the rest of the Skysilver Tribe.

The tribe's defensive line was easily breached with the Wingrats swarming in from the sky with a single great leap!

The weaker beasts were immediately drowned in the endless tide of rats, while the stronger beasts put up better resistance.

Nevertheless, it was a matter of time before they were overwhelmed by the endless tide of rats! The Wingrats continued pouring into the tribe like a plague of death, laying waste everywhere they went.

"My king, the vermin aren't strong, but their teeth are sharp, and their numbers are too overwhelming! At this rate, the tribe will not last! Please lead us, my king!" A Birdman arrived and cried after scouting the tribe's situation from above.

Perhaps the Birdman drew too close to the ground, but it immediately attracted hundreds of Wingrats that lunged at it!

In a short instance, it was pulled down from the sky and swarmed by the Wingrats!

"Arghhh! Save me, my king!" The Birdman wailed while get gnawed by countless Wingrats.

Awooo!

Skysilver issued an earthshaking howl, generating a powerful sound wave that shook the earth and blew away all the Wingrats!

"Thank you, my king!" The Birdman said, coughing up blood.

In a short instance, it had lost many bite-size chunks of its body, and its wings were both ruined with white feathers scattered everywhere.

Only a high-quality healing medicine would be able to save its life, but such thing was non-existent within the low-rank beast tribe.

In other words, it was doomed to die. Even if it managed to survive somehow, it was no longer able to fly.

Such a life was cruel to a creature of the sky.

Skysilver glanced at the Birdman indifferently while its three iron tails continue to sweep away all the attacking Wingrats in their surroundings.

"You should know your body's situation. Any last words you would like to say?" Skysilver asked.

The Birdman's expression immediately dimmed.

While laying weakly on the ground, it struggled to tilt its head and glance at its bloodied mess of a body.

"Please make it quick." The Birdman said sadly.

Skysilver nodded.

"Have a pleasant journey to the afterlife," Skysilver said before stomping the Birdman with its large paws.

Boom!

The earth shattered, flattening the Birdman to death in the process.

It was an instant kill.

Afterward, Skysilver turned its gaze to observe the state of its tribe. It was complete chaos without any chains of command.

It was every beast for themselves.

The swarming sea of rats simply gave them no chance to gather and unite their strength in resistance!

Any attempts to do so would leave openings in the beasts' defenses, causing them to be quickly overwhelmed and killed by the rats!

Roar!

Suddenly, a strong twin-tailed white fox howled in a frenzied manner! Its red eyes flashed with madness before it charged into the sea of rats and tore at the rats with its sharp claws and fangs!

Roar! Roar! Roar!

Shortly after, numerous strong beasts started exhibiting signs of madness, going berserk and tearing the rats to pieces in a similar fashion!

In fact, the beasts that used their mouths and fangs to slaughter the rats all quickly went berserk!

Skysilver observed everything happening and knew that it was the end of its tribe. Nothing can be done to salvage this situation.

"What are your orders, my king? What should we do?" Another Birdman asked loudly from high in the sky, too afraid to get close to the ground.

300 bird-type beasts and beastkins wore lost expressions as they also hovered high in the sky and overlooked the chaos within the tribe.

Skysilver glanced up and said, "The Skysilver Tribe is finished! All of you, leave this place! Go find another home to settle down!

"What about you, my king?!"

"I will stay behind!" Skysilver said determinedly.

The Transcendent Beast King's eyes glinted with cold killing intent. It will not leave until it slaughters every single rat!

Disaster had struck too suddenly.

A tribe with hundreds of thousands of beasts had been reduced to no more than a few thousand beasts. Even then, the surviving beasts were quickly losing their minds and going berserk like the rats!

What was a beast king without its citizens?

Awoooo!

The Transcendent Iron-tail Wolf gave a mighty howl before leaping high into the sky!

The wind whistled strongly in its ears as it soared through the air and break into the sky suppression zone in an instance!

Shortly after, its huge body began to plunge towards an area located outside the tribe with great speed before slamming into the sea of rats on the ground with a seismic boom!

The earth ruptured instantly with fissures and cracks quickly spreading outwards from the epicenter of the impact!

Thousands of rats were crushed under the Transcendent Iron-tail Wolf's huge body while hundreds of thousands more were swept off their feet and blown away by the impact force!

Roar!

Skysilver growled intimidatingly before it started slaughtering the endless tide of Wingrats left and right!

Back in the skies, the beast-type beasts and beastkin watched their beast king fight alone before a Birdman spoke, "Let us leave. This place is now a land of death."

No one voiced any objection.

At the same time, the Birdman was silently acknowledged as the new leader. They followed under his lead, flying westward towards the neighboring tribe in the adjacent region.

The endless tide of rats covered the fields and hills on the surface, rampaging in all directions. Millions was an understatement of their numbers.

"Look over there! That must be where the Wingrats are coming from!" A Birdman suddenly pointed.

The group shortly turned to look.

In the distance, a great fissure where numerous Wingrats pouring out could be seen along with a rising column of red mist, spreading faintly in all directions.

The group shortly flew overhead, inhaling the faint red mist obliviously before disappearing off into the distance.

…

Great Forest borders.

"Hold your position, men! Don't you dare let them vermin slip past our defense!" An elven general barked.

"Yes, sir!"

Two rows of elves stretched as far as the eyes could see within the Great Forest.

In front of them, a tall wall made of thorny vines was seen holding back the endless tide of rats while numerous more tried making the leap over.

However, they were quickly lacerated into pieces by countless other thorny vine whips and dropped out of the air!

Their carcass pieces quickly piled like mountains while their blood flowed like rivers, drowning the area in a pungent stench that caused elves to wince with disgust.

Nevertheless, they endured the discomfort with gritted teeth and continued doing their best to keep the rats at bay!

An elf shortly appeared beside the elf general and mentioned his concern, "There are too many rats, sir! The rats are quickly forming a staircase mountain out of their fallen brethren! It's just a matter of time before they scale our walls and overwhelm us!"

"I know that!" The elf general said with a frown.

He naturally knew the problem, but there was not much they could do to hold back the endless tide of rats that kept throwing themselves at the thorny vine wall without regard for their own life.

Bits of mashed flesh and blood oozed through the small gaps in the thorny vine walls and made the elven warriors nauseous.

The elf general glanced back at the piles of rat carcasses that littered the deeper parts of the Great Forest. Some were diced into dozens of pieces, while some were scorched black by flames.

Elvengarde was lucky enough to fend off the first wave of rats and quickly established a defensive line that held the second wave of rats back, but not for much longer!

The elf general's eye fell on the scorched carcasses of rats before silently coming to a firm decision.

"Heed my orders, the logistics team are to quickly head into the tribe and bring back all the oil the tribe has to offer!" The elf general barked.

"All the tribe's oil? Don't tell me we are going to…"

"That's right! We will light the forest on fire! These rats seem to fear the flames! It will keep them away!" The elf general affirmed the elven soldier's doubt.

The nearby elven soldiers were quickly shocked and dumbfounded.

"We cannot do that, sir! Burning the forest is a sacrilegious act punishable by death! The king will have us beheaded for it, sir!"

"I fully understand the consequence of my decision, but we have no choice. It's do or die. You do not need to worry about your lives and carry out my order faithfully and quickly."

The elf general said calmly before his eyes flashed resolutely.

"This sin is mine to bear alone!"