Chapter 234

234 – Sacred Warrior Thunder Claw

Anguriaux I frowned slightly, then threw a piercing gaze towards the silent, motionless foxman prime minister Faulkner standing to the side, nearly stabbing him.

Seeing that he could no longer shirk it, Faulkner sighed slowly and walked to the center of the hall, saying: “Your Majesty, I think that we shouldn’t send our troops for now.”

The complexion of the leopardman general changed and he barked sternly: “Faulkner, what do you mean, you coward? The 40,000 warriors of the beastman empire can’t die in vain!”

The other generals also glared at Faulkner.

Although Faulkner was the prime minister of the beastman empire, but he was weak and only had a Knight rank cultivation base. Therefore, in the beastman empire that only respected the strong, the military strong persons looked down on the foxman prime minister Faulkner.

Faulkner, the prime minister of the beastman empire, didn’t held a high status and didn’t wield great power in the race, let alone control the court.

Faulkner’s position as a prime minister would be shaky had it not been for the tradition of foxmen holding the position of prime minister in the beastman empire and had it not been for the vigorous promotion of Anguriaux I.

Faulkner said faintly: “Our harvest this year is very poor. Besides, the food that should have been smuggled into our state has been purchased by the human Wizard Ian who built the Miracle City in the Red Earth Wasteland. Additionally, Ahriman’s defeat in the Frozen Rock City led to the incineration of large quantities of foodstuff. Unless the strategic food reserves are used or the tribes donate some more food, we simply don’t have enough provisions to carry out a war. General Tiger, do you want our people to enter the Red Earth Wasteland and fight the half blood beastmen on hungry stomachs?”

Tiger was taken aback: “Are our food reserves that strained?”

The beastman generals, who came from tribes of different sizes, went silent.The harvest this year wasn’t good to begin with. If the tribes had to continue to contribute their food, then the old and week of many tribes would undoubtedly die.

Faulkner continued lightly, “Besides, with its geographical location, the Red Earth Wasteland is a place easy to defend but difficult to attack. Once you lose, returning back alive is a pipe dream.”

The complexions of the beastman generals became unsightly.

The Red Earth Wasteland lacked water, was arid, and had no food. 99% of the 20,000-strong tribal allied army defeated by Yang Feng died of thirst and starvation in the Red Earth Wasteland. And the beastmen that managed to return alive wore gloomy and murderous expressions. No one dared to ask them how they returned alive.

Tiger questioned in vexation: “Then did the 40,000 warriors of the beastman empire die in vain?”

Faulkner replied faintly: “General Tiger, if you have a solution to the 2 problems I just raised, then I'll agree with your suggestion to immediately send troops and annihilate the half blood beastmen.”

Tiger snorted and said coldly: “Provisions is the responsibility of you civil officials! If we can settle this issue ourselves, then what good are you civil officials, anyway?”

The other beastman generals chimed in, “That’s right. The problem of provisions is for you civil officials to solve.”

The beastman empire held military strength in esteem. As a result, many generals looked down on the civil officials.

Unmoved, Faulkner said faintly: “I’m sorry, but my ability is limited. I can only do this much. If the tribes don’t bear the burden, then I really don’t know how to come up with the provisions.”

Tiger continued to pester: “I don’t care. Since you’re the prime minister, then come up with a way. Our 40,000 warriors can’t die in vain!”

The other beastman generals supported Tiger, while the civil officials supported Faulkner. People on both sides quarreled in the hall.

The beastman empire respected the strong, and generals who commanded troops were envied and admired by all. As for civil officials, they were severely suppressed by the military generals. The civil officials led good lives under Faulkner’s leadership. Naturally, they weren’t willing to do any concessions.

A short warg minister walked to the center of the hall and suggested: “Your Majesty, how about we invite the empire’s Sacred Warriors? We can invite a Sacred Warrior to kill a few leading powerhouses of the half blood beastmen, such as Caesar. By then, the half blood beastman forces will collapse by themselves. We can also take advantage of the time of their confusion and make some promises. Once they split apart and disintegrate, we can wipe out these rebels in one fell swoop.”

Faulkner’s eyebrows jumped up, yet he kept his silence.

Tiger’s eyes flashed with delight and he praised loudly: “Good! Let’s invite the empire’s Sacred Warriors. With them, we can surely kill those rebels!”

The other beastman generals also voiced their approval.

Sacred Warriors were peerless experts of the beastman empire who managed to practice cultivation until the Legend rank. Every Sacred Warrior was extremely powerful and had the frightening strength to kill a general protected by a 10,000-strong army.

Anguriaux I swept Faulkner with a look and frowned slightly, then brushed Tiger and the other beastmen generals with his gaze before finally stopping on a tall and sturdy middle-aged man with tiger ears, a tiger tail around his waist, and a powerful kingly aura.

The middle-aged tigerman was Kemets, the current chief of the tigermen. At the time, he was the strongest competitor of Anguriaux I. With great difficulty, Anguriaux I managed to defeat Kemets and finally climb onto the throne. Even so, Kemets was the most influential grand prince of the beastman empire.

Anguriaux I said apathetically: “In this case, invite Sir Sacred Warrior Thunder Claw to make a trip to the Red Earth Wasteland to eliminate the hybrids.”

The motion was passed since no one in the court had any objections.

After the court session, Anguriaux I summoned Faulkner to the imperial study.

Anguriaux I asked: “Faulkner, what are your concerns regarding today’s court session?”

Faulkner replied respectfully, “Your Majesty, I was wondering, since Caesar can defeat His Highness Grand Prince Lawrence and wipe out 40,000 elites of the beastman empire, he certainly isn’t a simple character. Sir Sacred Warrior Thunder Claw may not be able to kill this mysterious Caesar. But General Tiger’s words are true. If we let the half blood beastmen grow and develop, they’ll certainly become a huge threat to our race.

Anguriaux I was silent for a moment, before suddenly saying in a low voice: “Can’t the half blood beastmen become our fellow people?”

Faulkner’s complexion changed greatly, he hastily lowered his voice, and said very anxiously: “Your Majesty, you cannot mention this in front of others. Half blood beastman slaves are one of the cornerstones of the beastman empire. If this gets out, that person won’t let this chance slip past his fingers.”

In the beastman empire, half blood beastman slaves were abound. Many families had half blood beastman slaves. The entire beastman social class enjoyed the benefits of half blood beastman slaves. Therefore, even though Anguriaux I was the emperor and his status in the beastman empire was sublime, but once he got hit by this laser beam, he could be overthrown and crushed to bits.

Anguriaux I was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly. His eyes flashed brightly. No longer showing any confusion, he said domineeringly: “I understand! All threats to the race must be eradicated. Since Caesar is so mysterious, then let’s send Thunder Claw, Tyrannic Blade, and King Kong to the Red Earth Wasteland. With 3 Sacred Warriors joining hands, even if Caesar is also a Sacred Warrior, he will still die.”

Faulkner smiled in relief and said: “Your Majesty is wise!”

Within the beastman empire, under a huge waterfall, sat a very burly man with a head full of golden hair, rippling muscles, lion ears, and a lion tail around his waist.

Suddenly, the golden-haired lionman opened his eyes and gave a piercing howl. Countless thunder danced around him and he slammed a fist into the waterfall.

Boom! Surrounded by lightning, the flow of the 100-meter-tall waterfall reversed in a flash. Under the extremely strong power, countless water splashed about, rolled back, and revealed the cliff behind.

5 seconds later, the reversed flow of the waterfall crashed down.

The golden-haired lionman erupted with qi and formed a qi cover. The water of the reversed flow smashed onto the qi cover and was ricocheted.

A lionman powerhouse quickly arrived before Thunder Claw, knelt on one knee, and said respectfully: “Sir Thunder Claw, His Majesty has given an order. Please go to the Red Earth Wasteland along with the 2 Sirs, Tyrannic Blade and King Kong, to kill the perpetrator behind the half blood beastman rebellion, Caesar, and the half blood beastman upper echelon.”

Sacred Warriors were Legend rank powerhouses. On many planes, Legend rank powerhouses were already the strongest powerhouses and were nearly unfettered. However, it was different on the Feisuo Plane.

On the Feisuo Plane, except of the aloof gods, even Legend rank powerhouses would be controlled by powerful empires. Of course, every empire would worship their Legend rank powerhouses and give them a special status. Only at certain, critical moments would they invite them to take action.

However, there were also some Legend rank powerhouses who, for the sake of power and wealth, would reduce themselves to hired thugs of certain powerful force. After all, even Legend rank powerhouses may not be able to resist to the allure of power and wealth.

Thunder Claw was one of the Legend rank powerhouses worshiped by the beastman empire. As he had a certain degree of freedom, his power in the beastman empire wasn’t as great as that of other Legend rank powerhouses who were fully committed to the beastman empire.

Thunder Claw creased his eyebrows slightly and asked successively: “Caesar! Who is that? Why haven’t I heard of him? Is he a new Sacred Warrior produced by the humans? What’s his class?”

The guard replied at once: “Sir Thunder Claw! Caesar shouldn’t be a Sacred Warrior. According to the survivors, he should be a half blood beastman Knight between the Firmament Knight rank and the Star Knight rank. However, he may be a Wizard, too! He used magic items on the battlefield.”