Deities: Starting From Goblins

Even the leader of a Great Sect was constantly emitting negative emotions, rapidly dissipating the faint spark of passion and resolve that had just been kindled in everyone else. The three Lords looked at each other, equally caught in a sense of helplessness.

The situation had thus reached a deadlock. Logan saw things clearly: at critical moments, there were always some who would sing a different tune. These small Sect Heads couldn’t exactly be called short-sighted or cowards, but they were simply foolish.

If they were allowed to continue like this, they would only be wasting time. To unite everyone’s efforts, these people needed to be driven away; otherwise, everyone present would be like scattered pieces of sand, and with a gust of wind, they would scatter even more.

Logan laughed out loud and walked to the very center of the group: “Since we all have differing opinions, why not go our separate ways? Those who are scared can simply leave, while those who aren’t can discuss how to stand against the Demonic Sky Gate together. After all, everyone has a choice, isn’t following one’s own will okay?”

“I think that’s acceptable. I even want to seek out the leader of the Demonic Sky Gate in a moment, to see if I can join,” said someone, immediately met with agreement from others.

In no time, the leaders of a dozen small and medium Sects agreed. Following the Lords was certain defeat, it seemed better to let them go and figure things out for themselves—even considering leading their Sects to the Central Region to seek refuge. In any case, they were unwilling to battle the Demonic Sky Gate at this time.

The three Lords were momentarily startled, not understanding why Logan would suggest such a thing. If these small and medium Sects left, their power against the Demonic Sky Gate would be greatly diminished. They should be gathering everyone’s strength, not letting others go.

A few Sect Heads had already made up their minds. With a grand gesture, they announced: “We’ve talked this through. We’re going to gather our disciples and leave. I think all the Heads here should do the same. Staying here longer is meaningless, and will only anger the Demonic Sky Gate further.”

“You can’t go. If everyone leaves, who will face the Demonic Sky Gate?” Samuel Westman grew anxious. He couldn’t just watch these Sects leave; after all, once morale collapses, even if only a few Sects leave initially, many more will follow.

The few Heads smirked fearlessly: “That’s your problem. Discuss it amongst yourselves. Anyway, I think Logan’s suggestion is good. Don’t hold us back any longer!”

“People want to leave; forcibly keeping them serves no purpose,” Logan walked up to Samuel Westman, “Sometimes, you must realize that having more people doesn’t always mean greater strength. True support comes from those who truly unite their efforts. Just trust me this once. I’ll make sure to give you an explanation.”

As the Sect Heads left, in less than two minutes, ninety percent of the small and medium Sects were gone. Watching dozens of Heads vanish in an instant, the Lords sighed. The camp that was once crowded was now sparsely populated.

A moment later, three of the seven top-tier Sect Heads also left, leaving only four behind. The remaining individuals had somber expressions, not because they were undecided about leaving, but because they were worried about the future of the Western Wilderness.

Seeing that most people had left, Logan coughed loudly and called out: “Anyone else wanting to leave should do so now as there won’t be another chance later. After all, those who stay will be fighting the Demonic Sky Gate, facing a grim prospect of survival. Think carefully.”

“I lead only a small Sect, with no more than sixty or seventy people. Staying or going doesn’t have much significance. We’ve come to realize the Demonic Sky Gate is vile in every way. Once they march, the entirety of the Western Wilderness will suffer. Our Sect certainly wants to contribute our part.”

One Sect Head, after much hesitation, stood up to express their stance. Instead of waiting to be targeted by the Demonic Sky Gate, they would rather stand and fight honorably before that came to pass. Even if it resulted in total annihilation, it would be better than passively watching their Sect be destroyed one day.

The remaining four heads of the super first-class sects also said, “Their shortsightedness sets them apart from us, their hopes of surviving under the control of the Demon Path are nothing but a pipe dream. Given the Demonic Sky Gate’s historic behavior, wherever they pass, not a human is left alive.”

“The chances of winning this battle aren’t great, but we must not shirk from it. I don’t believe all the Holy Sees have gone to the Ancient Secret Realm. As long as we can demonstrate the determination of the Western Wilderness Forces, there will surely be powerhouses willing to lend us aid. After all, the duty of countering the Demon Path is an obligation of every righteous person.”

“I always remember how the Demon Sects massacred reputable righteous sects a hundred years ago. Which of our sects doesn’t bear a grudge against the Demonic Sky Gate? Yet those sect leaders managed to so easily cast it aside, even joining Dashiell Skyward. The mere thought is utterly ludicrous.”

Listening to the words of these sect leaders, Logan nodded in satisfaction. It seemed that not all sects in the Western Wasteland were fools.

A smile crept onto Logan’s lips as he looked at the crowd and said, “Originally, I did not want to get involved. But since I spoke up just now and made those sects leave, it represents my willingness to get entangled in this strife. Rest assured, with me here, the Demonic Sky Gate will certainly not continue to be outrageous.”

As soon as these words were spoken, the sect leaders who stayed were ecstatic. If Logan was willing to take full action, the chances of winning against the Demonic Sky Gate really increased. That’s because Logan wasn’t just representing himself; he was also an array master and had the support of significant forces behind him.

For the sect leaders present, on one hand, they truly understood the menace of the Demonic Sky Gate, and on the other hand, they were also wrestling with their own psyches, debating whether to flee or to stay. In the end, they opted to take a gamble, and this outcome proved their gamble was the right one.

At that moment, they couldn’t help but pity the sect leaders who had left. It must be said they made a very foolish decision. In fact, whether Dashiell Skyward was dead or not, from the moment the Demonic Sky Gate mustered its forces, only one side between all the forces of the Western Wasteland and the Demonic Sky Gate could survive.

To flee would be to offend both sides, and joining the Demonic Sky Gate would merely be a brief respite. Sooner or later, the Demonic Sky Gate would surely strike a deadly blow. While siding with the Lord might be akin to a nine-death-and-one-life situation, even with slim chances of victory, it was still the only chance for survival.

“Then, how do you plan to deal with the Demonic Sky Gate?” Cain Scarlet also couldn’t contain his happiness, but unlike others, he considered the situation more comprehensively. If it were just Logan joining the battle, it would only mean one more Quasi-Saint on their side.

The outcome of this battle didn’t rely on the number of Quasi-Saints but whether they could handle that one Saint Seat from the Demonic Sky Gate. That was the crucial deciding factor. Otherwise, even with a hundred Quasi-Saints, what use could they be under the overwhelming power of a Saint Seat?

In the heart of Cain Scarlet, he naturally hoped that Logan could contact a Saint Seat to aid them. After all, Logan was so young and already able to stand shoulder to shoulder with Quasi-Saints, and he even possessed a Saint Seat Rune. If there was no Saint Seat backing him, it would be hard to justify, and there might even be more than one.

Logan smiled lightly and glanced at the anxious crowd, “It’s simple, we rely on ourselves. I’ll make it clear that I don’t have any Saint Seats behind me. I’ve repeated this many times before; I’ve always relied solely on myself, step by step, to reach the strength I have today.”

“Yourself?” Everyone looked at each other in disbelief as their relaxed expressions tensed up once again. Could Logan really take on the Saint Seat of the Demonic Sky Gate by himself? It seemed highly improbable. Only Sandy Wexler remained relatively calm, as he had personally witnessed Logan’s Spirit Gathering Array.

“Don’t indulge in wild fantasies. Indeed, there is no chance of having assistance in the battle against the Demonic Sky Gate. I have the means, which consist of the arrays I will arrange. Coupled with the strength of you three lords and your Quasi-Saint Seats, we might well have a chance to fight. That is, if you have the courage,” Logan said.

Logan continued, unfazed by the crowd’s speechlessness, “I need a large number of Spirit Stones to arrange the array, which you all will provide. Also, prepare yourselves mentally in advance.”