167: Ratman's whereabouts

Thousands of Chaos Demons pounced excitedly on the Human Legion before them; the fresh flesh and souls drove them into a mad obsession.

The dozen-meter-wide Plane Passage emitted a disorienting, colorful glow that looked extremely magnificent from afar, yet this beautiful scenery contained infinite terror and corruption.

All sorts of deformed and grotesque Chaos Demons poured out of the Plane Passage in a steady stream, letting out excited roars upon seeing this world full of life.

A High Demon stood at the front of the Plane Passage, constantly directing the demons emerging from it to charge at the nearby Human Legion.

The High Demon's blood-red eyes were filled with excitement and longing; having received the blessing of the Chaos Demon Abyss, he had been the first to discover this Sub-Plane Passage.

As long as he hunted enough beings and harvested enough souls to offer to the Chaos Demon Abyss this time, it was highly likely he would be promoted to a Demon Lord.

The pursuit of great power was the ultimate goal etched into the blood and bones of every demon; this High Demon was now extremely eager to harvest life and increase his rank.

Looking at the narrow Plane Passage, the High Demon was extremely dissatisfied. His legions were blocked outside the Sub-plane; the efficiency of the chaotic demon army passing through this Plane Passage was too slow, preventing him from crushing the Human Legion standing in his way.

There were still over a dozen warriors of decent strength in the Human Legion, and this cunning High Demon would not risk charging the human formation himself.

At that moment, he saw a change begin to occur in the human army.

"They're about to break!"

"Don't let a single human escape!"

"Kill! Kill all those humans and devour their flesh and souls!"

The High Demon keenly noticed the shift in the human army before him and excitedly commanded his subordinate demons to launch a new round of attacks.

Thousands of Chaos Demons roared and sprinted like madmen, chaotically impacting the Holy Mountain's army. Although the Chaos Demons lacked discipline and order, their bloodthirsty, berserk talent and strong individual power still brought massive casualties to the Holy Mountain Legion.

The High Demon commanding from the rear also sent out two powerful units that had just teleported through—Chaos Hounds and Demon Knights—attempting to crush the Holy Mountain Legion in one fell swoop.

Facing the powerful impact of the Chaos Demons, the Holy Mountain Grand Elder's nascent thought of retreating was forcibly shattered; he didn't dare issue a retreat order now.

The situation on the battlefield was clear; if he ordered a retreat, the entire battle would collapse into a complete rout, and few of the Holy Mountain elites around him would survive.

"Hold on! Hold on for now!"

"Wipe out this batch of monsters first, then we'll find a way to evacuate!"

Under the Grand Elder's leadership, the Holy Mountain Legion fell into a bitter, deadlocked struggle.

Meanwhile, in the south of the Sub-plane, a third Plane Passage had stabilized. Amidst a chorus of squeaks, a large number of Skaven crossed the Plane Passage and arrived in this world.

Before long, several thousand Skaven had crossed the Plane Passage, followed by a Skaven Slaver who crossed under the protection of Skaven guards.

"This is the new Sub-plane?"

"Have the Slaves come over as quickly as possible to establish a nest. Occupy and devour this entire world; the Broodmother needs more resources."

Under the Slaver's command, countless Skaven began to surge frantically across the land, gnawing on everything.

Wherever the Skaven passed, all life—whether plant or animal—was gnawed clean; even the soil on the ground was chewed over once.

The number of the Skaven swarm grew at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the west, at the Plane Passage controlled by the Red River Territory, Leyne had just returned the spoils brought from the Wind Riding Tribe to Red River Fortress. He was now preparing to go to the core of this Sub-plane—the Holy Mountain at the center of the plains.

Near the Plane Passage, a Temporary Camp had sprung up. Melissa, personally overseeing the area, had not been idle these past few days, using spells to refine the camp—especially after learning that Chaos Demons had appeared in this Sub-plane.

A large number of fast-growing giant trees gathered together to form a tall wall of trees. Many activated plants lurked on the tree wall, ready to attack any foreign invaders.

A Gold-rank Peak Fairy had many tricks up her sleeve; Melissa was only showing a portion of her abilities now.

However, even this portion of her power had already astonished the migrating White Wolf Tribe. Looking at the tall camp completed at a visible speed, all the people of the White Wolf Tribe obediently followed the arrangements of the Red River Territory Guard Army and passed through the Plane Passage in an orderly fashion.

"Seven days have passed, and less than fifty thousand people from the White Wolf Tribe have migrated. This speed is a bit slow!"

Before setting out for the Holy Mountain, Leyne first checked on the migration status of the White Wolf Tribe.

"Lord, the people of the White Wolf Tribe are scattered across the plains. It takes time to gather them. Naturally, the migration speed will be a bit slow at the beginning, but it will pick up later."

The person in charge of the camp migration was an Administrator under Fornal, who reported the migration status to Leyne nervously.

"Can the migration be completed within half a month?"

"Over ninety percent can be moved within half a month, but it won't reach one hundred percent completion. Some White Wolf tribesmen in remote areas are moving very slowly; with families and luggage, they might not make it here in half a month."

"Furthermore, the White Wolf Tribe people say some among them don't believe the world will be destroyed. They are unwilling to leave their homeland, and the efficiency of forced migration is very low."

Leyne didn't care about these minor details.

"Then don't worry about those people. As long as they don't interfere with the big picture, there's no need to waste energy on such details. Concentrate manpower and resources on transporting the majority of the people and supplies back to the territory."

"Montoya, you have high prestige in the tribe. Cooperate well with them. The speed of migration must be increased; this world could collapse at any time."

"Now there's also the invasion of Chaos Demons. Those monsters from the Chaos Demon Abyss will devour all living things. Don't expect those elders of the Holy Mountain to be able to stop them."

"Abandon those who are unwilling to leave. You must remember that our time is running out!"

Montoya nodded to show he understood. Deep down, he actually wanted to move every single tribesman; after all, they were his people.

Montoya had already crossed the Plane Passage and visited the Red River Territory. He had seen a broader world and understood that the hope for the White Wolf Tribe lay beyond the Plane Passage. Therefore, he hoped even more that all White Wolf tribesmen could go to the new world to live and multiply.

But now it seemed he couldn't achieve that. Facing potential risks, he could only follow Leyne's orders and abandon the stubborn elements.

As a Great Chieftain who had led the entire tribe for over a decade, Montoya was capable. Once he made up his mind, the efficiency of the migration work improved significantly.

Leyne watched the accelerating migration group and instructed the Government Affairs Hall to do a good job with the reception and to arrange for the population of the White Wolf Tribe.

Afterward, he led Kapdo toward the Holy Mountain. The treasure house that was the Holy Mountain was still waiting for him to open it!