Chapter 740 - A dime a dozen

Chapter 740

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Trinkets of all sizes and shapes fell on the table, turning the eyes of those who are seeing it grow wide in disbelief.

As most of the people in the room are high lords and powerful lords that are nearing the high lord level, they could feel and see the strong energy and uniqueness of the items which suddenly appear on the table.

And each of them wanted to extend their hands and grab one of those things.

The reason for this is because they knew that any one of those items lying on the table is either a low tier Dao level or half step divine level item.

And if they could get one, then their battle prowess would be boosted further.

But in the presence of Fallion Osmond, none of them dare to make a move and just watch those trinkets with glowing eyes.

"Master… master Ji… what… what are these? I mean, what is the meaning of this?" Fallion who is also eyeing those things on the table said with a slightly trembling voice.

Shin Jiao immediately knew that the people in the room are hooked. If his plan would come to fruition then his path would be cemented in the Osmond clan. And soon, he could build a society that would enable those whom he left once they ascended to have an opportunity to safely cultivate in the immortal land.

"High Lord Fallion… these things… these are… failure products." Shin Jiao said with a smile.

Hearing his words, everyone in the room was shocked.

"How? How could this be?"

"Are you jesting us? How could such powerful aura in a trinket be a failed product?"

"If these things are failures,… then?.."

"Even if it is a failed product, I would rather have one. I could extend my fighting prowess if I have one of these…"

Suddenly, Fallion Osmond recalled how the Gipard town that should not be able to withstand an army of around 200 thousand enemy troops was able to drive their opponent back. He knew that it was due to the help of the dragonkin and the new weapons. But, that's not all… the army was able to fight against their opponent because of the increase in their strength.

Unlike the other border towns and strongholds, the casualties of those in the Gipard town were cut in half and this bolstered their fighting prowess and drove the enemy back.

"Master Ji, what is your purpose in showing us these things?" Fallion calmed himself down and asked.

"High Lord Fallion, my only request is that I wanted to build a name for myself. My purpose is simple; I will help the human race with all my strength. In return, I just wanted a small village of my own." Shin Jiao said his purpose.

This is his main goal. If he could have a village in the Osmond clan territory, he would be able to set up a path for those ascending from the Gaeus Ro planet. This way he would be able to help his friends and family.

Ever since the day he came to this place that was his goal. That goal became stronger when he discovered that Susan Tang decided to pursue another path. He knew that he was helpless in her decision and could not change a thing as she is now under higher power.

However, helpless as he may be in her case, he still would not neglect his other family members, his two children, Qin Lou, and the rest of his friends.

Upon hearing his words, the people in the room went silent.

"Master Ji… if you truly wanted a village. This stuff is not enough…" Fallion said with a serious expression on his face.

Shin Jiao showed a faint smile on his face as he knew that what the high lord said is true. So he just waves his hand and stores everything once again in his ring.

His action made the people suddenly wanting to pounce forward, but stopped themselves as they did not want to lose face in front of each other.

"My lord, I am talking about these failures. I am going to help the craftsman association produce quality weapons and accessories, in return for this knowledge; a single small village is what I wanted to have."

By his words, the room turned silent. Fallion Osmond knew that this is a very crucial trade for the clan. His decision today would have a great effect on the war against the high elves and the Zith'ra race.

1 month later…

In one of the fallen fortresses under the Osmond clan territory, a few giant bluish figures are marching towards a small town. This town is one of the towns that are trying to hold on their own as the defense of the clan is too widespread that it weakens them a lot.

They did not know which town would be attacked by the enemy forces so their only choice is to spread their power so that they can mitigate and at least hold up the defense before reinforcement would arrive.

And so, the High Elves and the Zith'ra race have randomly attacked towns and conquer villages to weaken the defense of the humans.

As the blue army reaches the borders of the small town, they noticed a few figures floating in the air. A Zith'ra with silver armor suddenly darted towards the sky and sneer at those people in front of him.

"Haha… the humans seem to just at this level. I suggest you human lords should surrender. My army will destroy this town if you resist us and we will take you on as slaves…" the Zith'ra wearing silver armor is a lord.

He is the commander of this army of around 2 thousand Zith'ra giants.

The five lords floating in the air was silent, they look at the domineering stance of the Zith'ra lord but did not show any reaction in their expressions.

Without a warning, the Zith'ra Lord suddenly conjures a large energy ball above his head as it grew to the size of 5 meters in diameters.

"Haha… Let me show you my ability…" he growled as he threw the large glowing energy ball towards the five human lords.

The one in the lead nodded his head and one of the human lords suddenly steps forward. With a flick of his hand a simple rod that looks like a plain staff appears. Then he concentrated his energy on the staff as it suddenly glowed.

Then without hesitation, he pointed at the glowing ball and his eyes suddenly darted towards the blue giant in the air.

A thin thread-like line appears from his staff as it flew towards the large glowing energy ball. The instant that the line connected, it easily cuts through the energy ball and passes through it with ease. The energy ball stopped.

Before the Zith'ra giant could react, he saw the thin thread-like energy coming towards him. With a quick reaction, he suddenly takes out a small ax that is hanging on his back.

He blocked the energy line with the flat of the ax's blade.

A powerful force pushes the blue giant backward in the air making his figure tumble a few meters back.

"What the hell!" the blue giant shouted.

But what answered him is the shifting of the line as it suddenly changes direction and then darted to his side.

The blue giant flew away and tried to dodge the energy line. However, no matter how hard he tries it was tenacious to an extent that the small ax in his hand is already cracked while blocking the dangerous attack from a mere human.

Suddenly, two more blue giants floated in the air and assisted their commander. But the two could only hold on for a couple of hits as their weapons were turned to dust by the immense power of the line. Their bodies were now riddled with wounds as the energy lines would puncture their skin with ease and render them heavily wounded.

"Attack! Everyone, forward! Attack!" shouted the commander who is floating in the air while showing a wretched look.

"Damn it! How did the humans suddenly became this strong?" shouted the angered blue giant.

Then he suddenly saw a horrifying scene in front of his eyes as the 2 thousand Zith'ra warriors were turned into corpses by the rest of the human lords and the human armies.

They did not stand a chance against the human even with their powerful frame and strong energy.

Then the commander noticed the weapons that the humans use and his expression turned grim.

"Those are lord level weapons and half step divine weapons and armors. How? How could they increase their prowess in just a month?" the commander gritted his teeth in anger as he saw his army being destroyed.

Without a second thought, he suddenly flew in retreat not minding the army he left behind.

After the battle was over, the lords who faced their enemy were all showing a proud look on their faces.

"These weapons are truly amazing… but they consume too much energy. If that giant did not retreat, I don't know if I could still keep up with that farce…" the lord that faced the commander said with a sheepish smile on his face.

The rest laughed as they knew that he was the weakest of them, but still drove the enemy commander escaping with his tails between his legs.

"This is a great victory for the human race… with these weapons and armor, we can now claim back our territory…" the leader of the lords in the town said with a smile.

And so, the battle between the humans and the combined army of the High Elves and Zith'ra race deepen,s and within the High Elven race, they too are crafting a new weapon to finally end the war and enslave the human race once and for all.