Chapter 323: Pillaging

Since they didn't have storage rings or cubes, they could only put everything on their modified vehicles: trucks and Humvees.

The leader, with the scar on his eye, stabbed his spear into one of the Dragaris citizens. His hatred toward them was deep.

He would not allow any survivor, civilian or not; all of them would fall by his hand.

His eyes then locked on the spire, an intense desire starting to grow in his heart. He wanted to destroy it, making sure no more Dragari could come to his world.

One of his comrades then came to his side. Her body was covered with blood. Even though the Dragari had a warrior culture, this didn't mean everyone was strong. Their civilians could still fight or hunt to a certain degree, but against veteran hunters like them, they were no match.

It was just a one-sided massacre. Like what happened many years ago, only the positions were reversed.

"Should we go there, Leader?"

"The hunter that started this attack should have some history in this city. They are probably one of the early survivors that escaped with a helicopter or other transportation. But even with this, I doubt they will take us kindly. Better to wait for them to finish what they want to do."

"You are wrong. We don't judge people like that. Although we do look down on you for cooperating with other species, despite the circumstances, you should have made better choices."

A stranger's voice suddenly reached his ears, making the leader turn alert. He quickly turned his gaze toward the source, seeing a man emanating strength. Despite knowing he was not Heimdall's opponent, that didn't mean he could just accept his remark.

"What would you know? You just ran when the tragedy happened. If we didn't make a deal with other species, how do you think we would survive here? By making enemies of everyone?"

Heimdall let out a chuckle. "Let me correct you first, I was not here when that happened. You are still living now thanks to my comrade's sacrifice; otherwise, the boss monster would have already decimated everything. And finally, you always have a choice. You can move further, trying to return back to society. Or you can do what you say, making enemies out of everyone while you hide."

"Then how many will we sacrifice with that choice? Do you think it's that easy?" seaʀᴄh thё Novёlƒire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Heimdall's eyes sharpened. "I never said it's easy, but at the very least those who sacrificed will die at peace. Do you know what happens to those people sold to other species?"

Heimdall suddenly appeared in front of the leader, making him take a few steps back. While his other comrades surrounded Heimdall, preparing for confrontation.

"You fear me now, despite us all being human, and you having more numbers. Now what do you think your comrades feel?

Being alone in the middle of weird species, sold by their people.

They may put on a brave face when it happens, but afterward???"

Heimdall turned silent for a moment, his tone becoming chillingly cold, "Do you know there are many things in this world worse than death?"

Hearing what he said made the leader's face turn ugly. Different from the others, he knew almost everyone who was sold.

There was never a day he had slept without having a nightmare.

Guilt started gnawing at his heart, but he knew if he sulked like this, it would affect the morale of his members.

"You may be stronger, but that doesn't mean you can judge us as you wish. We do what we need to do to survive. I may not be proud of it, even living a nightmare because of it. But that doesn't mean what we do is wrong."

"Right… wrong… Funny, you say that while I didn't mean it that way. Well, take it as you want it, I don't mind you pillaging this place, but I came here to tell you two things: first, stay away from the spire, and secondly, stop killing the civilians.

I hate those Dragari, but what you do will just cause unnecessary anger.

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If you have the strength, kill those that fight back; those that cannot fight anymore, let them be."

Despite feeling disgust and hate, there was a line Heimdall would never cross. This was made from all the tragic experiences he had lived.

The leader frowned. Killing the weak civilians was not only to vent his anger. It also boosted his people's morale and allowed him to loot their scales afterward. He knew the Lycan would purchase them at a good price.

Just like them, the Lycan hated the Dragari. He didn't know the real reason for this, but Dragari scales were treated as trophies for them.

"And why should I listen to you?" the leader asked once more.

Heimdall suddenly appeared behind the leader. He could feel something sharp and cold pressed right against his back.

The others quickly raised their weapons, preparing to retaliate, but the leader raised his hand, gesturing for them to stop.

"Because I could end your life anytime. Let me tell you, my ability allows me to move vast distances almost instantly, so it's in your best interest to be in my good graces.

Otherwise, I could end your life anytime.

Who knows, I might suddenly decide to come over when you are asleep, or just having some fun with a woman.

You never know, I could just appear anytime. Not even this city's barrier can stop me."

After giving out his warning, Heimdall disappeared once again, but not before giving another word.

"This one is just my advice. Take what you can, sell it for money, then return back to society.

If you report all the information you find here, I am sure the association will pardon what you do."

The leader stayed in his spot as he started considering the idea. Even with the Dragari gone, it didn't mean they could automatically leave without any danger.