552: Chapter 552: Laventa Tribe

“Hello, Mr. Dongfang. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

“Hello, Great Priest. May I address you as such?” Oriental Chen asked politely.

“That’s fine,” the Great Priest nodded.

“Great Priest, what can I do for you?” Oriental Chen asked.

“My meeting with you today is to ask an inconvenient favor,” the Great Priest said slowly.

“Please speak!” Oriental Chen had a slight premonition.

Normally, this kind of talk meant asking for help. And with the Great Priest personally involved, it certainly wouldn't be a small favor.

Before the Great Priest even spoke, he began to ponder reasons for refusal.

“The Mordo sacrificial ceremony next month must be disrupted. We have already prophesied that if they succeed in their sacrifice, humanity will decline.”

“Yes, that’s certainly possible,” Oriental Chen nodded.

He was now very clear that Mordo was a puppet civilization controlled by the Sirius Remnants. Their sacrificial ceremony must have a very important purpose.

“So, I plan to use the full strength of our clan to completely annihilate them.”

Oriental Chen was touched when he heard the Great Priest say this.

Logically, this was a matter for all of humanity, yet they unhesitatingly took on this great responsibility.

Their spirit was commendable, but their approach was too risky.

If they failed, there would be no way out.

But then again, perhaps it was precisely because humans had their own agendas that the Sirius Remnants were able to linger until now, and still couldn’t be eliminated.

“Since you can prophesy the future fate of humanity, can’t you predict the success or failure of this operation?” Oriental Chen asked.

“Our prophecy is not omnipotent. It can only predict large time scales, but not specific details,” the Great Priest explained.

“I see,” Oriental Chen nodded.

“Yes. If this attack fails, I hope you can look after my clan,” the Great Priest stated her request.

“Great Priest, I apologize, but I cannot agree to your request. I am an outsider, and I fear I cannot bear such a heavy responsibility,” Oriental Chen was startled and immediately refused.

This was simply preposterous. The thought of managing those Maya people immediately overwhelmed him.

Which outsider could manage the affairs of another clan? From ancient times to the present, there has probably never been a successful precedent.

“You don’t need to worry. As long as my clan faces the threat of extinction, I just hope you can lend a helping hand.”

“Great Priest, I believe you should consider finding a way from within to ensure your clan’s survival, rather than placing your hopes on outsiders.”

“You are right, this old woman spoke foolishly,” the Great Priest did not get angry.

“It’s nothing. What I can promise you is that as long as there are crystals, I can sell you the most advanced weapons. I think with the protection of these weapons, your clan will have no problem surviving.”

“Thank you very much!” the Great Priest smiled and nodded.

“Actually, you didn’t understand his meaning,” after the signal was cut off, the robot Monga beside him spoke.

“What meaning?” Oriental Chen asked.

“He wants you to inherit their assets,” the robot explained.

“What?!” Oriental Chen was stunned.

Was that what he meant? He hadn't heard it at all.

“Why are you so surprised? Their ancestors were actually people from the Dragon Country,” the robot said.

“What does that have to do with their ancestors being from the Dragon Country?” Oriental Chen didn't understand.

“Just because you don’t think so doesn’t mean they don’t,” the robot said something profound.

“You mean…” Oriental Chen seemed to understand a little.

“That’s right. This is an inherent flaw in humans; their way of thinking is limited by their level of cognition. In fact, all yellow-skinned people were cultivated by me hundreds of thousands of years ago. It’s just that the Laventa people’s DNA has a memory inheritance function, which allows them to acquire their ancestors’ memories to a certain extent.”

“Laventa Clan?” Oriental Chen had never heard of it.

“Yes, what you just saw were Laventa people,” the robot nodded.

“Aren’t they Mayans?”

“Maya is what you call them,” the robot said.

“Alright, then what did you mean when you said he wanted me to inherit their assets?”

“Simple. You treat them as outsiders, but they treat you as one of their own,” the robot concisely hit the nail on the head.

“You mean, we are also some kind of Laventa people?” Oriental Chen’s worldview was shattered.

“It’s hard to say. They are all people from the Dragon Country. Intermarriage 1 billion years ago was very common. Moreover, when I was carrying out the cultivation mission 500,000 years ago, I didn’t deliberately distinguish between races, so how could I tell the difference?” the robot said.

“…” Oriental Chen was speechless.

Was it that casual?

Were the Dragon Country so lax when formulating plans?