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Chapter 29 Epilogue

"Charge!"

"Take down these freaks!"

"Gah, I love a good brawl the most!"

"..."

At first, Saria thought she would need a long time to explain to the crocodile people in the Wilderness Will Tribe the current plight of Garde.

As a result, she only mentioned to Gavial that Garde needed help, and with a wave of Gavial's arm,

"Everyone, someone is bullying our tribe's people, let's grab our weapons!"

Even the crocodile people who were still asleep in the middle of the night came out.

With weapons in hand, they followed Gavial's lead outside.

Halfway there, they realized they didn't even know where Garde was.

From the Wilderness Will Tribe to the Great Waterfall, from the Great Waterfall to the highlands where Garde was located, the distance between the two places exceeded one hundred kilometers.

But when a group of crocodile people came running over, they still had an imposing manner.

Half of them were crocodile people, and the other half were female Adakrys, totaling nearly fifteen hundred people, like a sharp spear thrust into the waist of a school of Sea Terror.

Without their controllers, the movements of the Sea Terror became noticeably more chaotic.

Although they still coordinated well, the crocodile people of the Wilderness Will Tribe were also accustomed to brawling.

Low-level Sea Terror would still find it difficult to defeat a brave Adakrys warrior unless there were seven or eight of them attacking together.

In order to create containers capable of carrying their will, the "gods" of the sea sacrificed too many high-level Seaborns. Otherwise, if those fifty or so Seaborns were still alive, ordinary Adakrys would not be able to stop them.

Without the restraint of those Seaborns, when Garde charged into the school of Sea Terror again, it was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep.

And this time, the Sea Terror didn't have enough numbers to stop him.

Among the tribe members who charged into the school of Seaborns, Gavial was the most enthusiastic.

She was already one of the best fighters in the Wilderness Will Tribe besides Garde. Being abandoned by Garde had long been a source of anger for her.

Now that she saw Garde, she couldn't help herself.

"Garde!"

Finally reaching Garde, Gavial threw a punch, not at the Sea Terror in front of Garde, but directly at Garde's face.

"You bastard, how dare you abandon me!"

"W-wait, don't hit me, we're still in the middle of a battle!"

"Who cares!"

Gavial's punches were full of force, and hitting someone with them was quite painful. She punched Sea Terror while pounding Garde, and in the end, it was Garde's hand that hurt the most.

"Tsk, Garde, it's only been two days, has your skin gotten thicker again? At this rate, won't it become harder than stone?"

"What kind of weird metaphor is that?"

Dodging an attack from a Sea Terror, Garde pulled Gavial, then used the large axe in his hand to split a Sea Terror in half.

"Is it these guys who did this to you?"

Gavial saw that many of the scales on Garde's body were cracked, and although new scales had grown inside, the outer scales were scarred, and the blood that was shed was as thick as glue.

"If it were just these guys, it wouldn't be like this."

Garde saw that after a brief moment of confusion, the Sea Terror began to spontaneously form defensive lines, resisting the attacks of the tribal warriors, and some Sea Terror dragged away their companions' bodies and began to evolve.

Perhaps because the pressure from the Adakrys people of the Wilderness Will Tribe was too great, they were ready to evolve spontaneously.

What was killed by Garde was ultimately just a vessel of the "god," not a true "god." The instinct imprinted in the Sea Terror's body was enough for them to find the most suitable way to respond when faced with threats.

It's not that the Sea Terror couldn't defeat the people of the Wilderness Will Tribe; although there were many tribal people, there were more Sea Terror.

They just wanted to win this battle with a smaller cost.

Seeing this scene, Garde certainly couldn't remain indifferent.

"Hmph."

With a snort, Garde took the lead again, charging into the school of Sea Terror.

"It's Garde!"

"He's not dead yet!"

"Follow him, charge!"

"..."

Garde tore a gap in the Sea Terror's defensive line, and the tribal warriors followed closely behind.

The powerful warriors arrived at the most intense point of the attack.

The remaining warriors killed the enemies that leaked in.

And the sorcerers waved their staves while casting spells, smashing the heads of the Sea Terror with their staves, which were thicker than thighs.

From a distance, it looked like a group of green-skinned orcs were contending with a swarm of insects.

"Hunter!"

Suddenly, a mass of will echoed in Garde's mind.

Garde looked up and saw that amidst the Sea Terror, a Seaborn had emerged again, although compared to its state of dual evolution before, the newly born Seaborn seemed very weak in Garde's eyes.

"I... will still... find you."

After saying this, Garde noticed that the Sea Terror were beginning to retreat.

Dragging their companions' bodies, they came like a tide and retreated like a tide.

It might be Garde's imagination, but he noticed that the form evolved by the Seaborns this time seemed less like a crawling creature and more like an upright creature like themselves.

Could it really have understood his words?

Garde wiped the sweat from his forehead. What if it turned into a white-haired, red-eyed beauty and came looking for him later?

Would he surrender on the spot?

No, no, no. Seaborns don't have human aesthetics. Even if it really turned into a white-haired, red-eyed creature, it wouldn't be a beauty.

"Garde, why are you shaking your head?"

"Just feeling a bit tired."

After saying this, Garde simply collapsed on the ground.

He was truly exhausted.

Having to fight Seaborns again, and having to confront his own anger.

However, it wasn't entirely fruitless.

He had become stronger!

That much was beyond doubt.

Although the subsequent battles hadn't filled his experience bar, Garde had a feeling that if he were to engage in a battle of similar scale again, he would definitely level up.

"*Tiacauh cursing*, where was he going to find another battle of similar intensity?

Garde felt that achieving autonomy was still a distant goal.

But this time, he really owed Saria a lot of favors!

Garde turned his head in Saria's direction.

But to go through a heated battle again...

Garde struggled inwardly.

In the distance, seeing the Sea Terror retreat, the deep-sea hunters stopped in their tracks.

"It seems we're not needed anymore."

With cracks appearing on her body like broken porcelain due to dehydration, Gladiia walked into the river after seeing the Sea Terror leaving, letting the water moisturize her body.

Following closely behind Gladiia, Laurentina saw Garde, who was surrounded by tribal members, and pursed her lips.

"Laurentina, we should leave."

"At least let me bid him farewell."

"Fine, but you need to know, tranquility has arrived, and we can't make any promises."

Laurentina's gaze dimmed.

Trailing behind, Skadi made every effort to run towards the highlands in her memory.

Because Gladiia and Laurentina ran too fast, they didn't wait for her at all.

So Skadi felt she had lost her way.

Suddenly, a large group of Sea Terror flowed down the river, causing Skadi to quickly run to the side to avoid them.

The fish didn't attack her, and she looked into the distance, seeing a red-colored, strangely shaped Seaborn.

As she gazed at the Seaborn, it also looked back at her.

In that moment, Skadi and the Seaborn simultaneously uttered a note.

"Ishar-mla!"

"Ishar-mla!"