Once upon a time there was a greedy snake.

Chapter 400 Experts in Internal Strife
One day later, in the mansion of the immortal demon king Baiwa.

In his spare time, Baiwa really enjoys growing green plants. After all, in his opinion, these plants rooted in the earth are just like the local spirits—they are born on the earth, grow on the earth, and although they absorb the earth's nutrients, they are also willing to do their best to bring a touch of vibrant green to the earth.

Right now, Baiwa is thinking about things while watering the saplings he planted.

The matter that Baiwa was so concerned about was naturally the war in the distance.

The elves have already made their move, and the alien races in the distance have also launched their counterattack. The two sides have exchanged blows, with each side having its own victories and defeats. Now, the battle has entered a tug-of-war phase, with both sides launching attacks in full swing and guarding against each other's counterattacks.

In normal times, it would be normal for a war to escalate like this, but this time, it cannot be delayed.

With only two and a half months left until the collision of the two stars, every day of delay is irresponsible to our people and to the land beneath our feet.

But if you really want Baiwa to accomplish something...

Baiwa himself didn't have any good solutions either.

As for the reason why there is no way to get it, it is naturally due to the shortage of resources. Resources, or rather the power of the earth, can only be divided up by the local faction, or even less than half. The other half has always been occupied by the Astral faction, and the mage towers that have sprung up one after another are the best proof of this.

The local faction always uses teleportation arrays to deploy its troops; only the die-hards of the Astral faction build mage towers that reach into the clouds.

"But what's the point of building so many mage towers?"

This is also what Baiwa resents the most.

Mage towers were built one after another, and a huge amount of resources were poured into them, but apart from wave after wave of corpses, the Astral Faction brought nothing—if only half of those resources had been distributed, or even just a tenth, the soldiers' compensation would have been much higher, and more soldiers would have been willing to rush to the front lines.

But now...

Baiwa was speechless.

One after another, brave warriors died on the battlefield to defend their homeland. The pro-war native faction was losing blood, making it increasingly difficult for them to compete with the Astral faction for the right to speak. On the contrary, the Astral elves claimed that communicating with the Astral was a contribution to their people, and they didn't even need to go to the battlefield.

Although people often die among the Astral faction, who knows what caused those elves to die?
All Baiwa could see was that the Astral Faction's influence was gradually growing, and even growing stronger.

So much so that even he, a key figure in the local faction, is almost unable to make a sound.

"They pull me in when they need me, and they admit I'm right. But when it comes to allocating resources, they say they'll use them to communicate with the stars. These beasts..."

Anger welled up inside him, and before he knew it, the kettle in Baiwa's hand had been crushed into pieces on the ground.

This brought Baiwa back to his senses.

"Bring another kettle."

Baiwa gave instructions to his servants and personal guards.

Although his nickname is the Undying Demon King, and the army he commands is composed of undead, Baiwa still prefers to have his servants and personal guards take care of his daily life. Although he failed to complete his studies as a mage and did not actually join the Imperial Guard as a general, after getting used to large-scale battles, Baiwa has always held himself to the standards of a general.

While the undead skeletons are indeed loyal enough, they lack the spiritual energy that the living possess. Often, it is precisely because of this spiritual energy that he is able to defeat his enemies.

This time, naturally, was no different. Baiwa planned to talk to his personal guards to see what the other elves were saying and what their mindsets were.

However, just after the call came from the white tile side.

The personal guards who should have been standing nearby were nowhere to be seen. "What's going on?"

A bad feeling inexplicably arose in Baiwa's heart.

Although this premonition came without any reason, this keen sense of crisis saved him countless times. If he hadn't survived one near-death experience after another, he would never have earned the great title of "Undying Demon King".

And now, this eerie silence is clearly...

"Sir, you called me?"

At that moment, the guards who hadn't reacted yet suddenly came all the way from the corridor.

"I just went to the restroom, it was really..."

Before the guard could get any closer, the old armor that had been standing on either side of the corridor, which looked like decorations, suddenly removed its helmet.

The heavy helmet, with a whistling sound like a battering ram, slammed viciously into the back of the guard's head.

With two loud thuds, the guards' brains splattered everywhere. The two old suits of armor didn't stop there; they continued to smash down on them relentlessly. Blow after blow.

But amidst the constant smashing and looting, the body of the personal guard began to shift and twist, his guard's uniform gradually transforming into a black mage's robe.

Looking at the robe, Baiwa's face darkened.

"Those Astralists actually dared to... Oh no!"

Seeing that a light was flashing beneath the mage's robe, Baiwa decisively clapped his hands, and hundreds of skeletons immediately hugged him, forming a huge sphere of white bones.

Immediately following was a deafening roar.

A towering flame illuminated the white-tiled mansion, reducing the entire residence to ashes. The massive explosion even set the entire street ablaze, with everything consumed in flames.

Only a single white bone sphere was blasted away by the force of the explosion and then crashed heavily to the ground.

The loose bones immediately scattered, even emitting a foul odor.

Only the immortal demon king Baiwa remained, rising from the ruins.

"Astral Faction...you really dare to do this!"

Gazing at the towering fire in the distance, Baiwa knew clearly that his guards, along with the plants he had cultivated, had probably all been reduced to ashes.

And all of this was done by those mages from the Astral Sect.

Those Astral mages have become so arrogant that they have no scruples whatsoever. They don't even bother to hide their intentions. In order to seize the last resources, they've even resorted to such methods.

"Even at a time like this, you're still fighting amongst yourselves... You will pay the price! You definitely will!"

The Undying Demon King gritted his teeth.

After all, when it comes to internal strife, he's the most ruthless.

(End of this chapter)