Old days in the box

Chapter 531: Paving the way home with death

At some point, the Rock People stopped fleeing endlessly and started a planned counterattack.

Under the order of the old patriarch, a small group of strong volcanic rock people began an active sneak attack plan. They sent out several baits to cross the desert, and when the search teams left, they raided their ships and seized their equipment.

The divine warship that has been stationed in this fringe galaxy for a long time is not entirely staffed by powerful Kryptonian warriors.

In this era of fierce front-line war, most of the Kryptonian warriors who are regular soldiers have been sent to the front lines of Vanaheim to join the war between the Old Ones and the Alliance of Gods.

In fact, most of the people on that lonely warship of God's Realm are from the lower-class people of Asgard, the God's Realm.

Some of them are interstellar refugees, some are inter-domain criminals, all of them come from the huge honeycomb-shaped slums in the divine realm, and believe in the only truth that the strong are supreme.

They volunteered to board the ship to undertake the task of hunting down the remnants, just to complete their performance and return to the divine realm, officially joining the Great Expedition and becoming the best of the best.

The Rockmen couldn't possibly defeat the Kryptonian warriors, but they were more than capable of giving these desperadoes a fight.

As a humanoid race born in the yellow sand, they were once the slave class of a glorious empire.

A rapid growth cycle, strong endurance, and a digestive system that can survive on only water and stone are all talents that make them excellent slaves.

But now, all these talents have become weapons to fight against the enemy, stabbing those enemies who believe in evil gods.

The Divine Realm team responsible for the search and arrest suffered a considerable amount of looting, and some key instruments and equipment were damaged.

The long-term escape of the Rock People paralyzed their nerves, making them mistakenly believe that these stone men really had no ability to resist. Now they were made so miserable by these damn remnants of the Atrium that they even had to temporarily evacuate the surface of the planet.

No one would be willing to stay in such an isolated galaxy. If the area of ​​Hull 1 was not large enough, they would have used the divine warship to conduct an orbital sweep long ago.

But even so, Hastur still didn't understand the practical significance of such a raid.

The Rock People were able to raid the hunters only by taking them by surprise. If they really came to a head-on confrontation, they would have no advantage at all. Moreover, even if they did gain the upper hand over them, they could always ask the Kryptonian warriors on the warship to come down and clean up.

This is obviously an action that will not bring much benefit if you win, but will result in a huge loss if you lose if you are not careful, but the old patriarch still insists on it.

Some tribesmen said that the old patriarch heard the news about the Lord of the Deep Sea by chance from the instruments of those human hunters;
Some tribesmen also said that the old chief had heard the call from the Lord of the Deep Sea himself, so he organized these raids;
No matter what, the Rock People strictly obeyed the orders of the old patriarch, because it was all for the Lord of the Deep Sea, the Great Old One.

This operation lasted only two weeks and was soon forced to stop in a disastrous raid.

The volcanic rock people they sent out were ambushed by the enemy. Not only did they fail to get close to the landing Divine Realm ships, but dozens of them were killed on the spot. They also followed the team to find the location of the large community.

If it weren't for God's blessing at that time, Hull I would have brought up a huge sandstorm, they would most likely have been wiped out on the spot.

But even with the cover of wind and sand, the group of desperate criminals still drove their ships and fired indiscriminately in the storm, hoping to kill as many people as possible.

By the time the Rock People finally reached another safe place, their original community had lost half its size, with only about a thousand people left in the entire group.

An unprecedented quarrel broke out between Hastur and the old patriarch. He really couldn't understand why he kept losing his life like this.

In fact, after such a serious sacrifice, he even began to have great doubts about the Lord of the Deep Sea mentioned by the Rock People.

"If you continue like this, you will sacrifice all your people before you even see your god." He sat by the fire and for the first time looked at his rockman father with a stern look.

"The Lord of the Deep Sea has always been with me." The old patriarch replied.

"Don't lie to yourself. Look around you. Where is the sea? Even if there really is such a god in this world, He will never appear in this eternal desert. The one who has been walking with you is me, your people!"

"God is in our hearts. He is always watching us and our every word and action." The old patriarch was unmoved.

"If He is really watching us, why doesn't He ever help us? Why does He just watch us being killed one by one by those who pursue us?"

“Death and suffering are tests for us in the past, but He also gives us gifts and opportunities.”

"Where are the gifts and opportunities?" Hastur shouted unconvinced.

"You, my child." The old patriarch sighed, "Haven't I always told you that you are the gift and favor of the Lord of the Deep Sea to us?"

Hastur was speechless. The golden patterns under his skin gleamed in the light of the fire, as if telling of his noble bloodline.

"You want me to inherit the tribe and lead them on?" Hastur thought he heard the old patriarch's hidden meaning. "You are the gift given to us by the Lord of the Deep Sea, and the hope of all the Rock People. As long as you are still here, the Rock People will never be extinct. So promise me that no matter what happens, you must survive and lead our race away from this place."

The conversation ultimately ended in nothing. The Rock People's attacks did not stop, and the benefits brought by those actions were finally put together like a puzzle, allowing Hastur to glimpse the reason.

They were trying to get a handle on the ships, the equipment on them, and figure out how the screens and the machinery worked.

The entire area of ​​Hel-1 is endless desert. If you want to leave here, the Kryptonian warship seems to be the only feasible way.

So, on a day that had been planned for a long time, all the Rock People began to act in unison, and under the cover of the storm, they approached the warships of the Divine Realm in the desert.

The scale of this operation was extremely rare. Even the old patriarch took the lead personally, leading the volcanic rock people and granite people forward in the desert.

But for Hastur, he had different arrangements from those for other rock people.

"Hastur, let's say goodbye here." The old patriarch and Hastur stood on the top of the yellow sand slope, and behind them was an endless team of rock people.

"What should I do?" Hastur had already vaguely felt that this operation was unusual, because before this, the old patriarch had not allowed him to participate in all the sneak attacks on ships.

"Today is the day when the Rock People will regain their freedom. We will find our own way to salvation from that warship."

The old patriarch put the robe on him, without a trace of hesitation in his eyes.

"When the storm is about to end, I will lead my people to raid their spaceship and occupy the cabin inside, but before that, I need someone to attract their attention."

"Bait."

The old chief nodded and said, "I want you to keep running in the opposite direction of the crowd, following the storm, across this desert to the farthest place possible. If you hear a loud noise, it means we have succeeded."

"How many baits are there?" Hastur said without changing his expression.

"There will be a lot, but you'll each be going in a different direction."

Hearing this, Hastur already understood the role he was about to play: delaying his death as much as possible.

In the Rock People's hunting, bait is a special attack tactic against large prey, and the success rate is almost 100%. But this time the prey they are facing is different. It is an extremely powerful enemy. No matter how the hunt is, the bait thrown out is almost certain to die.

But he didn't hesitate at all, and even his expression didn't change.

The Rock People were an empire in the past and are now a group. For the overall interests of the group, any Rock People can sacrifice themselves. It is precisely because they all uphold this spirit that the Rock People have been able to survive in Hull One for so long.

As a child raised by the rock people, Hastur naturally understood this.

"The old is watching us, and we will succeed this time." The old patriarch's eyes were filled with fearlessness.

The rock people's team began to move out of the storm in batches and move towards the landing point of the warships in the divine realm, while Hastur ran in the opposite direction first and soon left the sight of the desert.

He ran very fast - he was always very confident in his speed. When hunting, he could even catch up with adult foxes in the desert. Moreover, he had no other tribesmen to worry about.

At the beginning, the searching ships would occasionally fly low over his head, but after running a certain distance, the sense of searching became weaker and weaker until it disappeared completely.

Hastur didn't know how long he had been running or how far he had run, until even he was exhausted and had to stop to catch his breath.

At this moment, a loud noise suddenly came from behind him, as if something happened from a very long distance.

His face was shocked, and then he turned around with great joy; but where his eyes were, he did not see any ships taking off, only waves of ripples across the sky, like some invisible shouting to the starry sky.

That was not an illusion. With the talent of the Primarch of the Rulers, Hastur indeed sensed it.

It was a signal, a call, a roar, and someone had heard this roar.

A huge noise broke through the wall above his head. He looked up in confusion and saw a huge fleet slowly sailing out of the passage of the realm elevator, crossing from a very long distance to the sky above the death planet in one step.

And the God-chosen champion, Tain, who was also famous for his death, stood on the leading ship, the Mist Gate, and stared at the child.

(End of this chapter)