Deities: Starting From Goblins

Logan remained unmoved, gripping the other’s windpipe already. With just a bit more force, he feared the other’s neck would snap instantly. At this moment, Dashiell Skyward was enveloped by despair and endless fear. Could it be that today he would not escape death?

Most of the Sect Heads present were also observing this scene. Ten million Spirit Stones rejected, was Logan truly determined to deliver a fatal blow? Should the Vice Sect Leader of the Demonic Sky Gate die here, the gate would surely unleash its fury. Logan would be stirring up serious trouble.

Yet, compared to that outcome, many Sect Heads feared another scenario where the Demonic Sky Gate, out of fear of Logan’s Power, would not retaliate but instead implicate all the powers of the Western Wilderness. No one dared contemplate just how fearsome the wrath of the Demonic Sky Gate could be.

“Please!” Dashiell Skyward struggled to speak, but his will to live was incredibly strong. A lifetime of cultivation to reach the Quasi-Saint Realm, aspiring to ascend to the Holy See one day, he did not wish to die in such a wretched manner. His only option was to plead with Logan.

Logan’s expression was calm. Originally, there was no feud between him and Dashiell Skyward, but when the other failed to recruit him to join the Demonic Sky Gate and harbored murderous intentions, that could be considered the start of a grudge. If Logan himself had not been powerful, would he not have been the one to die?

Just as Dashiell Skyward was facing imminent death, Cain Scarlet suddenly spoke up, “Spare Dashiell Skyward’s life. This is indeed Dashiell Skyward’s wrongdoing, but he has already been sufficiently taught a lesson. There’s no need to take things to the extreme.”

“Why can’t I deliver a killing blow? And why should I listen to you?” Logan was quite surprised; the one speaking up wasn’t among the majority of Sect Heads who previously wanted to join the Demonic Sky Gate, but rather Cain Scarlet, one of the three Lords, who harbored deep-seated hatred with the Demonic Sky Gate.

Regardless, Logan disliked others instructing him on what to do. His journey and cultivation had always been driven by his own heart. Since Dashiell Skyward just now harbored the intent to kill him, leaving him alive would be a bane. Logan did not intend to leave behind future troubles for himself.

“Dashiell Skyward is the Vice Sect Leader of the Demonic Sky Gate. Once news of his death reaches them, the gate will instantly bring over thirty thousand to attack, and even though the powers of the Western Wilderness are already crumbling, there won’t be time to evacuate. It’ll be a bloodbath for sure.”

Cain Scarlet sighed and continued, “Moreover, think about it—if you spare Dashiell Skyward, you teach a lesson while instilling fear at the same time. The grudge between you and the Demonic Sky Gate won’t escalate any further. That’s a better situation than making an irreparable rift.”

“Do you think I care about these things?” Cain Scarlet’s words made sense, but that was all from the perspective of the Western Wilderness. However, Logan was just a passerby, facing no more than the pursuit of the Demonic Sky Gate. Besides, only the Strong One from the Holy See could contend with him.

What of it if the rivers run red with blood? Just a moment ago, these people were scrambling to join the Demonic Sky Gate, their fates were of their making. Since they chose to side with the gate, they should be prepared to face the dire consequences. Cain Scarlet’s advice was nothing but misplaced kindness.

Cain Scarlet was left speechless, while Samuel Westman stepped forward, “Even if you do not think of the Western Wilderness, you should consider your own safety. If the Strong One from the Saint Sky Sect comes, you won’t stand a chance, nor will the Holy See behind you arrive in time to help.”

“The choice is yours. No matter what decision you make, the Wexler Clan won’t criticize.” Watching both Lords speak up, Sandy Wexler now also stepped forward. However, he differed in his approach, fully supporting whatever Logan chose to do.

Even if it provoked the Demonic Sky Gate, even if the entire Wexler Clan paid a steep price, hadn’t they survived to this day thanks to Logan’s repeated assistance? If he acted like the other two Lords, it would surely dishearten Logan.

“Release Dashiell Skyward!” Most Sect Heads present raised their voices. They were afraid before, but now with two Lords speaking up, their fears and hesitations were gone. They knew very well that only if Dashiell Skyward stayed alive would the commitment they made by joining Demonic Sky Gate hold any value.

Just then, Logan released Dashiell Skyward. As everyone breathed a sigh of relief, Logan offered a faint smile, “Unfortunately, you spoke too late. Dashiell Skyward has already descended to Hell.”

Indeed, the moment he was released, Dashiell Skyward collapsed to the ground, lying still without a single twitch and his face deathly pale. Someone mustered the courage to check on him and found that Dashiell was breathless. Trembling, they turned to the others and announced it.

Everyone’s expression changed; some even cried out in grief, “Now we’re truly in a dire situation. The Demonic Sky Gate has been offended to death, and a disaster is about to descend upon the entire Western Wilderness.”

Some wanted to reprimand Logan, but on second thought, considering even Dashiell Skyward was eliminated by Logan, what if they angered him further and brought disaster upon themselves? Logan was someone they absolutely could not afford to provoke, and with the fiasco completely out of control, no one knew whom to blame.

“Considering how many Sect Heads have pledged to join the Demonic Sky Gate, would the Demonic Sky Gate even want us now?” many lamented. With Dashiell Skyward’s referral, joining the Demonic Sky Gate was supposed to be a natural course of events, but after this unforeseen mishap, all Sect Heads found themselves opposed to the Demonic Sky Gate.

It was certain that the Demonic Sky Gate would vent its fury upon them. The battle was inevitable and likely to be even more tragic than imagined. If from the beginning the Demonic Sky Gate had deployed a Sanctuary Powerhouse, who among those present could have resisted?

Even the three Lords shook their heads, realizing the situation was irretrievable. With Dashiell Skyward’s death, the Demonic Sky Gate would undoubtedly attack, and even if its Sect Leader had second thoughts, would the Disciples of the Demonic Sky Gate agree?

Of course, they were also aware that regardless of whether Dashiell Skyward was alive or not, what was destined to happen would happen; the only difference was that the Demonic Sky Gate had moved ahead of schedule, attacking the Western Wilderness Forces. If it had been before, the Demonic Sky Gate would have considered the losses and resorted to various schemes and trickeries to weaken their power.

In the midst of this, only one person was pleased—Peregrine Azure from the Saint Sky Sect. He had always been worried that the whole Western Wilderness would not fight against the Demonic Sky Gate, as a majority of the Sects had chosen to side with Dashiell Skyward, and the three Lords had decided to lay low and return to their cities.

But now things were different. With Logan’s powerful elimination of Dashiell Skyward, the fate of the Western Wilderness Forces was sealed. Not one could escape; they would have to fight a desperate battle against the Demonic Sky Gate, and Logan could not stay out of it—nor would the Demonic Sky Gate let him go.

Logan smiled indifferently, surveying the myriad expressions of the crowd, “Instead of grieving and being angry, it would be better to think about how to confront the Demonic Sky Gate. Dashiell Skyward’s Life Soul Lamp must have already been extinguished in the Demonic Sky Gate, and once they receive the news, they will surely attack within a day.”

“Fellow Sect Heads, can we now put aside our grievances?” Cain Scarlet was the first to speak, pushing past his prior emotions. The death of Dashiell Skyward was now a definite fact, and dwelling on other matters was pointless; it was time to focus on the pressing issue.

“How shall we fight, and who will confront the Holy See?” Primarily, the Sect Leaders of small and medium Sects were cowardly, so none dared to offend and even were too scared to speak up. Now, gripped by extreme fear, they suddenly became vociferous, as if they had transformed into different people entirely.

All fell silent, but they understood this was the crux of the matter, “If we can’t confront the Holy See, escaping is just an empty talk. We would rather flee to our own Sects and scrape by for a few more days than die at the hands of the Demonic Sky Gate tomorrow.”

“Of course, it must be Logan who takes action. He’s been very dominant, hasn’t he? He wouldn’t turn into a coward now, would he?” Someone’s voice, tinged with sarcasm, emerged from the crowd, causing many to frown deeply. Yet involuntarily, their eyes turned to Logan, for indeed, he was the only variable.