Zongwang: Unspeakable fear!

Chapter 930 Compromise (3K votes needed, please vote!)

"Waaaaaaagh!!"

The greenish-black goblin gripped a thick, spiked club stained with dark red blood in both hands and let out a wild, powerful roar at Anja Bailey.

There was no wisdom in that roar; it was merely a venting of one's boundless energy.

The roar transformed into a gust of wind that rushed towards him, but was blocked by a faintly visible magical shield. Angie Bailey squinted at the tall goblin a hundred meters away. Compared to the shrewdness and cunning of ordinary goblins, the Dagon goblins, who worshipped the god of strength and military, were more like orcs, just as rough and savage.

However, none of this affected Angel Bailey. Just like his magic, whether benevolent or evil, savage or civilized, anyone who stood against him could not escape the destruction of magic.

The battle began. Dagon's legendary goblin warrior shattered the air with a wild roar, his massive body transforming into a streak of eerie green lightning as he hurtled toward Angel Bailey.

Faced with this impact that felt like an avalanche, Angel Bailey's expression remained unchanged. He simply snapped his fingers, and magical light shone from his body.

The next moment, the rushing goblin warrior suddenly changed direction and crashed into an empty area.

He slammed his hammer into the ground, instantly cracking and shattering the earth. Using the immense force of the recoil, he barely managed to stop, then turned and swung at Angel Bailey again.

There were no words, only a deafening roar, followed by a surge of dark red and black fighting spirit.

Seemingly realizing that getting close to Angel Bailey wouldn't be easy, the goblin warriors chose to first harass him from a distance with ranged attacks using their aura, and then seize an opportunity to get close.

The violent battle aura, carrying the air, transformed into streams of energy that enveloped Angel Bailey.

Each burst of energy could destroy a mountain peak.

However, when these energies reached within ten meters of Angel Bailey, they were deflected and veered away. No attack could break through this range and affect Angel Bailey.

Anja Bailey shook his head. This battle was rather boring. This legendary goblin possessed legendary-level power, but his combat experience and skills were only at the level of a plane native. Compared to the enemies in the bloody battle, the gap was quite obvious.

The goblin warrior in the distance was unaware of this, and so he continued to roar and attack Angel Bailey with high morale.

Angel Bailey gathered his magic at his fingertips and, in a very short time, completed the construction of the spell model. A jet-black ray shot out from his fingertips and disappeared into the spatial bubble that suddenly opened in front of him.

The next instant, a spatial bubble appeared in front of the goblin warrior. Before he could realize what was happening, the black ray pierced through the spatial bubble and struck the goblin warrior in the chest.

With a "whoosh," the black rays pierced into the goblin warrior's chest and flesh.

A hint of human-like confusion flashed across the goblin warrior's face. He looked down and saw his strong chest begin to shrivel, as if a monster devouring flesh and blood essence was hiding beneath his chest, greedily sucking everything from him.

He wanted to grip his weapon tightly and smash the insect's head in the face, because based on past experience, once he smashed the insect's head, all of this would be over.

But the spiked club that he could usually wield at will now felt like a mountain, incredibly heavy, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pick it up again.

“waaaaaghh~~~”

An angry roar escaped his throat, but it did nothing to help him; he still couldn't lift the weapon he used to have.

He angrily looked up at Anja Bailey, only to be met with a blazing white fireball the size of a washbasin.

Boom~
An explosion rang out, melting the goblin warrior's head and half of his upper body. His mangled body was thrown into the air by the impact, and it took him several seconds to crash heavily onto the floor.

Ange Bailey remained calm, his composed demeanor suggesting that he had not killed a legend, but rather casually crushed an insect.

Outside the Starry Sky Dojo, in a corner of the Starry Sky Library, the goblin Grand Marshal of Dagon suddenly stood up, his eyes filled with intense killing intent.

But when his gaze met Angel Bailey's calm eyes, the anger in his heart vanished instantly.

A moment later, feeling the urging gaze descending from above, the Goblin Grand Marshal's deep voice echoed above the library: "By the God of War, Dagon acknowledges the power of the Immortal Waste. They possess enough strength to contend for their rightful place."

The goblin Grand Marshal's voice was calm, revealing no inner turmoil, but the audience present understood his meaning: Dagon had conceded defeat.

"Sigh~~~"

At this moment, the gasps of shock echoing from every corner of the library have successfully contributed a small part to the cause of global warming in Eberron World.

With Dagon's departure, the Immortal Wasteland moved to the first position of the rotating seats; one more step forward would be the permanent seats.

Should it continue? Will they allow it to continue?

Countless fervent gazes were cast upon the scholars of Kalanburg, seemingly awaiting their next move, with You Yan being the center of attention.

Facing countless gazes, You Yan stood up and appeared at the top of the Starry Sky Dao Arena in the next instant.

He lowered his gaze and met Gao Yang's eyes as he stood atop the floating city. His lips did not move, but his voice had already entered Gao Yang's mind through his gaze.

"Immortal Feather King, let this end here."

Upon hearing this, Gao Yang raised an eyebrow slightly, but remained silent. His voice, trembling with power, conveyed, "Oh? Didn't you say you were going to completely annihilate the Immortal Wasteland?"
Now that you've failed, are you willing to give up? Where do you put your pride?

During their mental communication, You Yan's voice disappeared, but Gao Yang wasn't worried; he simply watched You Yan quietly. After a moment, You Yan's voice rang out again: "Your performance has proven yourself. The Immortal Wasteland now has enough power to stand shoulder to shoulder with us."

Continuing down this path will not benefit either the Immortal Wasteland or other factions.

"Hehe, if this continues, the ranking of the Immortal Wasteland will rise further. How can it not benefit the Immortal Wasteland? It will only be of no benefit to you."

Gao Yang chuckled softly, his dark eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

"So what happens next? Can the Immortal Wasteland withstand the attacks from all forces?" You Yan's voice wavered slightly, and a threatening tone emerged.

"You can try and see if you destroy the Immortal Wasteland first, or if I kill all of you superiors first." Faced with You Yan's threat, Gao Yang was not only not annoyed, but a smile even appeared on his face.

Since they've already resorted to threats, it means they've run out of better options.

You Yan's voice suddenly surged, his aura rising accordingly: "You are just one person. Do you think those legends will go crazy with you? They are not Eberon's life. Strictly speaking, they are not even qualified to participate in this meeting."

We allowed them to participate out of respect for them.

"Hehe~" Gao Yang chuckled and said, "A legendary team, do you dare to disrespect them?"

You Yan's voice faltered, and his gaze toward Gao Yang grew increasingly hostile.

Before he could speak again, Gao Yang said, "Of course, I don't care whether you respect me or not. As far as I'm concerned, I can kill you all before you destroy the Immortal Wasteland if I want to."

"Your Excellency, would you like to give it a try and see if you can act faster, or if I can kill you faster?"

You Yan took a deep breath, and his tone softened, "As long as you stop challenging us, we will agree to all the conditions you have proposed."

"Oh?" Gao Yang raised an eyebrow and said, "It's not impossible. In that case, the Immortal Wasteland will be the first choice at this Supreme Conference."

"Impossible!" You Yan's voice flared again. "Do you think we have to hand over Kalanburg just because you want to choose it?"

"Is that not possible? Then let's continue." Gao Yang said indifferently. Since negotiation was useless, he would fight for the right to speak with the sword in his hand. He had never been afraid of this.

"Wait, I need to discuss this with others."

You Yan's voice rang out, and then the consciousness space fell silent again.

A moment later, You Yan's voice rang out again, his tone tinged with helplessness:
"Wait, you can't touch the current territories of Kalanburg, the Shadow Empire, and the City of Towers. Apart from that, you can choose any place on the continent of Kovale, and you'll have the first choice. How about that?"

Clearly, compared to other factions with poor intelligence work, Karanburg and the Shadow Empire highly regard Gao Yang's combat capabilities.

Of course, the most important point is that they have been at peace for a long time. The life and power of those in power have long made them instinctively averse to fighting and even more averse to death. Therefore, when faced with the Immortal Wasteland now showing its sharp edge, their choice is to assimilate it.

Gao Yang looked at You Yan and asked with a half-smile, "Then what about the issue of seats? How should the Auwen Empire and the Kingdom Alliance handle this?"

You Yan snorted inwardly, but since he had already made a decision, there was no turning back. So he said directly, "If it doesn't work this time, how about the Immortal Wasteland automatically advances to a fixed seat when the next meeting is held?"
If that doesn't work, then let's fight.

After You Yan finished speaking, he fell silent, only looking at Gao Yang with a firm gaze.

Gao Yang met his gaze for a few seconds, and under You Yan's watchful eye, slowly nodded and said, "Deal."

Upon hearing Gao Yang's reply, even with You Yan's composure and knowledge, he couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. Only then did he realize how heavy the pressure the Immortal Wasteland had been on him.

However, he quickly composed himself and coughed lightly.

Upon hearing You Yan's light cough, the audience immediately turned their attention to him, waiting for him to say what he was going to say next.

Communication in the realm of consciousness may seem to take a long time, but in the real world, it is actually just a matter of a moment.

In the eyes of the audience, You Yan only glanced at the floating city before taking action.

You Yan looked at the floating city and asked loudly, "The Immortal Wasteland has been promoted to the first place in the rotating seats. Next, will the Immortal Wasteland choose to continue challenging for the fixed seats, or will it terminate its challenge?"

The audience held their breath and looked towards the floating city, waiting for the decision of the person on the floating city.

For them, although their strength is like that of ants compared to the five major powers with fixed seats, it doesn't mean they don't want to see any power challenge the five major powers.

Challenging authority and winning it resonates with most people, which is a common trait among intelligent beings.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, a young voice slowly echoed from the floating city high in the air: "We have shown enough strength, let the challenge end here."

Upon hearing Gao Yang's voice, You Yan's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down. Meanwhile, the many expectant viewers let out a soft, ambiguous sigh, expressing their regret at not seeing any force challenge the five major powers.

Anja Bailey shrugged, snapped his fingers, and strode confidently into the portal in front of him, returning to the floating city.

(End of this chapter)