Otherworld Advance Team
Chapter 1486 - 1479: Contradictory Actions

Chapter 1486: Chapter 1479: Contradictory Actions

"You’re really contradictory..." Cheng Ziang couldn’t help shaking his head as he spoke.

"We have no choice but to entrust such a deadly weapon to Miss Zisu, but we hope even more that she won’t misuse it," the elder of the Ghost Race sighed. "Although Miss Zisu has experienced war, she has never felt the desolation of hundreds of miles of exposed bones and thousands of miles without a soul in sight. Even though those corpses were once enemies, we can’t bear to see it happen again."

"But," Cheng Ziang leaned forward, staring intently at the Ghost Race elder as he spoke, "the elder should understand, dragging out this war isn’t good for anyone. A few days ago, the Demon Clan’s army launched an attack on the Nine Thousand Battalion, and over ten thousand men on both sides were killed or wounded without any decisive outcome, only meaningless attrition."

"There must be a way to solve this. That weapon should only be used as a last resort," the Ghost Race elder shook his head, "You don’t understand the power of such a weapon. If it just harmed soldiers, it wouldn’t be too bad, but once it’s out of control, the entire West Outer Heaven, even Fengyu, could be littered with the anguished cries of the wronged."

"Are you worried about the Demon Clan suffering from backlash?" asked Cheng Ziang.

"No," the elder of the Ghost Race shook his head, "Such sorcery will only target the people of Kyushu, but sir should understand that there are many from Kyushu among the Demon Clan’s army, and even more under their rule. A mistake could lead to the death of even more innocents."

"So, this sorcery only targets the people of Kyushu?" Cheng Ziang asked with narrowed eyes, calmly.

"Yes," the Ghost Race elder nodded.

"What about the Shanyue people, will they be affected?" Cheng Ziang continued to ask.

"No," the Ghost Race elder shook his head.

"How about the half-bloods of the Demon Clan?" Cheng Ziang pressed on.

Hearing his question, the Ghost Race elder fell silent for a moment, then looked up and affirmed, "If those half-bloods have the blood of Kyushu, they will be affected."

Hearing this news, Cheng Ziang’s hand holding the cup twitched instinctively, and the liquid inside spilled out, landing on the flame with a sizzling sound.

Indeed, the words the Ghost Race elder spoke confirmed it: that so-called sorcery was actually a genetic weapon, and his concerns were not unfounded. When the Kyushu Empire invaded Aximiya Island, they must have been wiped out by the genetic weapon used by the Ghost Race.

The mention of genetic weapons deeply pierced Cheng Ziang’s heart; not because he felt sympathy for the soldiers of the Kyushu Empire, but because such weapons reminded him of memories he could not forget.

Back in Lipei, Fu’en had opened the Otherworld Gate, leading an army infected with genetic weapons to attack Chuan Zhong on the other side of the gate. It was lucky that the Advance Team gave timely warning to prevent the spread within the country. Thinking about this, Cheng Ziang felt an indescribable hatred for Fu’en, and the power behind him, grinding his teeth in fury.

Although Cheng Ziang was the son of Princess Lin and Yalunte, after all, he was born and raised within the country. Moreover, to ensure his adaptation to Earth’s environment, he underwent genetic modifications and had part of Earthling genes implanted in him. Thus, in this regard, Cheng Ziang could be considered an Earthling, not purely of the Aud people.

Raised in the country immersed in traditional culture, the Huaxia civilization emphasizes cultural identity, so in this aspect, Cheng Ziang is thoroughly a compatriot, not an Aud.

It is also because of this that he cannot tolerate any harm to his motherland. The actions of Fu’en have made him shiver with fear to this day, leaving a deep impression of genetic weapons. Now that he is witnessing traces of them here again, it inevitably brings back those indelible memories.

Taking a deep breath, Cheng Ziang clenched the cup in his hand, but he was too enraged to speak, his teeth gnashing audibly.

"Sir, what is..." the Ghost Race elder asked, looking concerned.

"Sorry for my behavior, I suddenly remembered some unpleasant memories, so I couldn’t help getting angry," Cheng Ziang finally calmed down and raised his head to respond.

"If it was my words that angered sir, I apologize here and now," the Ghost Race elder said, bowing.

"There’s no need for that, elder," Cheng Ziang waved his hand, advising, "I should thank you for providing me with this information."

"I’m informing you of this news in the hope that you will supervise Miss Zisu and ensure that she thinks thrice before acting out of desperation and putting innocent lives at risk," the elder of the Ghost Race said.

"Must the Ghost Race hand over this weapon to Miss Zisu?" Cheng Ziang asked.

"Yes, this is a matter of reciprocity between us. The Demon Clan has helped us before, and naturally we cannot ignore the problems they face. The Demon Clan has been supplying materials to Aximiya all along. Without them, the existing commercial scale would not be nearly enough to sustain life on the island normally. So we are even more eager than the Demon Clan to pursue peace," the elder of the Ghost Race replied.

"In that case, I’ll go and persuade Miss Zisu to abandon the use of this weapon. That way you wouldn’t be put in a difficult situation," Cheng Ziang suggested.

"No, you should not persuade her now but rather after leaving the island," the elder of the Ghost Race shook his head and said.

"Are you afraid of offending her?" Cheng Ziang asked tentatively.

The elder of the Ghost Race bowed his head and let out a deep sigh, before finally saying, "As you said, sir, we hope Miss Zisu will not kill the innocent, and at the same time, we hope this war can end quickly. The war has brought heavy disaster to the Demon Clan, and by reason, even if they resort to such extreme measures it wouldn’t be too much but, let’s say..."

"It is indeed a dilemma..." Cheng Ziang commented again.

"And so, I had no choice but to seek your help. The Demon Clan turned defeat into victory with your help, so I believe Miss Zisu will surely heed your words. Therefore, I entrust you, sir, to do your best to persuade Miss Zisu, so she won’t live with lifelong regret," the elder of the Ghost Race said with a sincere attitude.

"But even if I persuade her now, if the weapon remains with the Demon Clan, they will eventually use it, sooner or later. It’s just a matter of time," Cheng Ziang pondered.

"Regarding this, sir need not worry," the elder of the Ghost Race gestured with his hand, "once the witchcraft is awakened, it can only last for a period of time, roughly half a year. After this time, the witchcraft will naturally become ineffective, so there will be no concern when it is cast again."

"Is this like an expiration date?" Cheng Ziang scratched his head and said.

"What do you mean by that, sir?" the elder of the Ghost Race asked, puzzled.

"Oh, it’s nothing," Cheng Ziang paused, then continued, "So you’re saying that as long as I can prevent Miss Zisu from using this weapon within half a year, the weapon will naturally become ineffective thereafter, right?"

"Yes," the elder of the Ghost Race nodded.

"Alright, I promise you," Cheng Ziang said and nodded earnestly.

"Sir is truly noble and just," hearing Cheng Ziang’s reply, the elder of the Ghost Race was overjoyed, "I did not misjudge you."

"You flatter me," Cheng Ziang waved his hand, "I have encountered such weapons before, and thankfully we reacted in time, otherwise many would have died. Therefore, we detest such weapons deeply, and I truly cannot condone Miss Zisu’s approach."

"Oh, has sir also encountered such weapons?" the elder of the Ghost Race was quite surprised.

"Our technology is much more advanced than this world, it is just due to certain reasons we have fallen on hard times here," said Cheng Ziang, his face showing a proud expression, "But this world will eventually change, and we may have the chance to meet again. Then I hope the elder will not stint his hospitality."

"If sir deigns to visit again, I will certainly welcome you out of all nine gates of our residence, with highest honors," the elder of the Ghost Race bowed and said.

"Elder, I have another question, though I’m not sure whether I should ask," Cheng Ziang suddenly thought of something and took the initiative to ask.

"Please feel free to speak, sir," the elder of the Ghost Race nodded.

"If the Dongsheng Empire attacks again and the Ghost Race cannot withstand their forces, putting the entire race at risk in treacherous terrains, would you still resort to witchcraft?" Cheng Ziang asked.

"Yes," the elder of the Ghost Race nodded and seriously replied, "As sir said, if it’s not for righteousness, who would willingly submit to humiliation and go to death?"