I Am the Minecraft Master, Not the God of Light!

Chapter 198: The Plea of the Resonant Codex, The Behemoth Tribe's Full Eastern Expedition, Those Who Retreat Shall Be Executed!

Just as a famous saying from Ian's hometown goes, weakness and ignorance are not obstacles to survival, but arrogance is.

And as one of the oldest existing races on the Rodri Continent, the Behemoth tribe.

Their countless years of foundation were, today, buried by their own hands under the arrogance of failing to see the situation clearly.

It was only when Darkrai flaunted the divine authority and laws of Nightmare, unleashing divine wrath from the sky, and a dark, crescent moon loomed over all members of the Behemoth tribe,

that the Behemoth tribe understood what kind of existence they were facing, what kind of existence they had provoked.

It was a gap that was utterly unreachable, even with the combined strength of all Behemoth tribe members, including all past Behemoth powerhouses.

They had vastly underestimated the gods. Compared to gods, they were inherently insignificant and pathetic.

The Behemoth King became shaky almost instantly. All motivation and thoughts of resistance crumbled the moment Darkrai's aura swept over them.

His strength, which he prided himself on as the strongest in the Alliance of Hundred Races, didn't make much of a difference.

At most, he just stood for a little longer.

And within just a few seconds, the Behemoth King was lying on the ground, gasping for breath, just like the other Behemoth tribe members, falling as easily as if they were cutting wheat.

There were no wails, no screams.

Spread throughout the Golden Forest was only a chilling dead silence, and within this dead silence, only faint breaths gradually faded away.

This was also the first time Lecia had witnessed a divine authority wielder taking action against beings under their divine authority.

How to describe it...

Devastating.

Darkrai did nothing. He merely quietly released his divine authority of Nightmare.

And so, the Behemoth tribe, who had not received divine authority exemption, whose strength did not reach divine authority level, and who didn't even possess a hint of divinity at the god level,

collapsed as if their bones had been removed.

The Legendary Behemoth King, the Paladin-level Behemoth elders, the Hero Knight-level Behemoth tribe warriors...

None were spared.

Under the unrestrained diffusion of Darkrai's divine authority, the Golden Forest was filled with malice without needing any small attacks.

It was only at this moment that Lecia understood how fragile non-divine life was when facing a god.

Her heart was filled with mixed feelings.

Lecia roughly understood that this war did not belong to the Alliance of Hundred Races at all, but was merely a clash between gods of two great divine systems.

Waves of sinking nightmares crashed down, and many Behemoth tribe members began to lose their breath under the torment of the nightmares.

There wasn't a single wound, but seeing the pain and fear on their faces before death, one could imagine how despairing their nightmares were.

The Behemoth King's consciousness gradually dispersed. At this moment, he finally regretted it.

The Behemoth tribe inherently had no capital to be arrogant before gods. To the gods, their existence was no different from ants...

If only he could start over...

The Behemoth King's eyes gradually dimmed, and his breathing also neared nothingness.

Before his eyes, within his consciousness, countless tribe members' weeping cries began to flash.

One by one, they were questioning why he didn't repent sooner.

The Behemoth King let out a mournful laugh.

Perhaps it's true that when a man is about to die, his words are kind...

At this moment, he truly regretted it.

If he could really start over, he wouldn't want that damned arrogance of an old, great tribe.

Submitting to Dawn was the only way out for the Hundred Races.

But it was all too late.

In the final moment before his consciousness dissipated, the Behemoth King vaguely saw a golden ray of light shoot up from the sacred ground deep within the Golden Forest.

It flew anxiously and humbly before Darkrai.

The Resonant Codex!

Unable to think, the Behemoth King's mind had already sunk into a deep, despairing nightmare.

...

Darkrai gazed at the Resonant Codex that had suddenly appeared before him. It must be said, it truly lived up to its reputation as one of the Seven Holy Artifacts that had helped the Rodri Continent endure until now.

Its power of connection actually blocked Darkrai's Nightmare laws for a moment.

However...

That was all it could do.

The Resonant Codex's action was not empowered by the world will, nor did the Seven Holy Artifacts provide support.

Its power was not strong.

Darkrai narrowed his eyes slightly. The divine might, which he had still held back, instantly swept out like a tyrannical tsunami.

The Resonant Codex became somewhat shaky for a moment.

Lecia frowned tightly and sternly rebuked:

"Resonant Codex! Do you intend to defy His Holiness the Pope's will?!"

Upon hearing this, the Resonant Codex became even more anxious. Enduring Darkrai's surging divine power, it hurriedly flew before Lecia.

It seemed to be conveying some idea.

But clearly, Lecia didn't understand.

Just as she was wondering whether to let Darkrai suppress the Resonant Codex in one go and take it back, Ian's projection silently appeared beside the Resonant Codex.

"Your Holiness the Pope!"

Lecia's face lit up with joy, and Darkrai also withdrew his divine might.

Ian nodded slightly towards Lecia, then turned to look expressionlessly at the Resonant Codex, the figure of a strange Pokémon like a Gundam faintly visible beside him.

"You want to protect them?"

The Resonant Codex kept flying up and down vigorously.

Ian's tone grew colder.

"At this time of the Eastern Expedition, the Behemoth tribe refuses to obey orders. This is making a joke of the entire Rodri Continent! What's more, the Behemoth tribe dared to disrespect the Dawn God Cult..."

"Do you still insist on protecting them?"

Ian quietly watched the Resonant Codex. After a moment, he spoke again:

"The Rodri Continent can lose the Behemoth tribe, and it can also lose the Resonant Codex... As for the power of connection, I can also have a better choice to replace your existence."

Beside him, Zygarde's huge head leaned forward and stared at the Resonant Codex.

Darkrai instantly lowered his head. Even Lecia felt a strong sense of oppression, her heart filled with awe.

This unknown god was probably comparable to Rayquaza.

The Resonant Codex froze for a moment, then slowly flew over the heads of the Behemoth tribe. For some reason, Lecia sensed the Resonant Codex's plea.

Ian said no more, gazing deeply at the Resonant Codex. After a long while, his tone was cold.

"Darkrai, withdraw the Nightmare authority. This is the first and last time. If there is another time, the Behemoth tribe will be exterminated, and I will extract your divine authority of law and give it to Zygarde."

"Lecia, the entire Behemoth tribe shall be conscripted and dispatched to the Eastern Expedition battlefield. The Night Watchers shall supervise. Any person who dares to retreat a single step shall be executed!"

"Unless the Demons are eradicated, the Behemoth tribe shall not return west of the Heavenly Chasm!"

With that said, Ian directly withdrew his projection. It seemed his mood was not very good.

Lecia dared not think further. After Ian left, she gave the somewhat disheartened Resonant Codex a cold look and said nothing.

Darkrai withdrew the Nightmare authority and woke up the Behemoth tribe members who had not been completely destroyed by the nightmares.

When the Behemoth King opened his eyes again, he heard Lecia stiffly relaying Ian's will.

The Behemoth King looked at the Resonant Codex in the sky and understood in his heart that it was the Resonant Codex that had saved their lives.

Even though they still had to go to the battlefield to atone for their offense against the Dawn God Cult, and it was unknown how many would survive this trip.

But at least, they didn't have to die now.

This time, they dared not be arrogant and immediately accepted the order, preparing to depart.

Lecia did not plan to stay here any longer and had Darkrai take the Resonant Codex with them when they left.

In the Golden Forest, only the bewildered Behemoth tribe and many corpses of Behemoth tribe members remained.

After Lecia's figure completely disappeared, a Behemoth tribal elder, suppressing his grief and fear, walked to the Behemoth King's side.

"King... what should we do?"

The Behemoth King remained silent for a long time, then said dejectedly:

"Let's go on the expedition... This is our only chance."

No one understood the idiom 'regret it now' more deeply than the Behemoth King did at this moment.