Unspeakable bubbles

"..."

Ashig's face immediately turned grim: "The Kheshig army, they're on the Black Heaven Cult's side?"

"What's the panic!" Halbala scolded.

"It's not fair to say I'm on the Black Heaven Sect's side, after all, I've never been stingy with rewards over the years, and I have a high reputation in the Kheshig army."

"but,"

Harbala was silent for a while: "After all, Mahakala is the faith of the grasslands, so it is only natural that many people are unwilling to be enemies with the Mahakala religion."

"What, what should we do?"

Ashig was still young, and when he suddenly learned that his team's biggest trump card was no longer effective, he became completely lost.

"Father Khan, without the Kheshig army, how can we possibly wage war against the Black Heaven Cult!"

"Are there no other armies on the grasslands besides the Kheshig army?"

"Those priests of the Black Heaven Cult aren't three-headed and six-armed; they're no good at fighting!"

“Father Khan, you are naturally invincible, but, but…”

“You still haven’t figured it out.” Harbala was quite disappointed in his son’s incompetence.

"Tell me, if we go to war with the Black Heaven Cult, who do you think will stand on our side?"

"Our loyal warriors."

"anything else?"

“And…” Ashig looked at his father with a puzzled expression.

Are there other people who would stand on their side?

"And then there are the tribal chiefs who are also fed up with the Black Heaven Cult and don't want to be bossed around by the priests."

“As long as we don’t show signs of weakness when the war starts, those people will step forward and join us,” Harbala said confidently.

"I'll ask you again, who is our enemy?"

“The priests of the Black Heaven Cult!” Ashig blurted out.

“I don’t really care about those priests nowadays,” Harbala shook her head.

"The priests of the Black Heaven Cult are long gone. Ever since that evil spirit left and stopped manifesting its power, the faith of the grassland people has declined drastically."

"The weaker the faith, the less power those priests have."

"Compared to the priests in their heyday, those old fogies in the Black Heaven Cult now are simply no match for them!"

"Heh heh, who would have thought? The priests who were so powerful a hundred years ago are now almost out of control even by witch doctors." As he said this, a strong sense of sarcasm appeared on Harbala's face.

"Such a thing is true!" Ashig exclaimed in surprise. "With the priests useless, isn't the Black Heaven Cult utterly vulnerable?"

"Hmph, have you forgotten those who were deceived by Mahakala?"

“Once war breaks out, the grassland tribes who devoutly believe in Mahakala will definitely send troops to attack me.”

“Those spineless cowards are no match for Father Khan!” Ahish had long since lost his initial anxiety, and he even asked impatiently, “Father Khan, when will we launch a campaign against the Black Heaven Cult?”

"..."

Seeing Harbala looking at him with displeasure, Ashig immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing.

However, no matter how much Ashig thought about it, he couldn't understand what he had said wrong.

“Ashig, it was originally your job to destroy the Black Heaven Cult.”

"Father Khan?"

"Time is on our side. I've been thinking of waiting a little longer. After I'm gone, you'll be able to stand on your own, and the Black Heaven Cult will definitely be much weaker than it is now."

"With the foundation I've laid for you, Ashig, your chances of winning are quite good."

Harbala looked at her child, her gaze softening.

Although Ashig is a bit slow-witted and has a one-sided view of things, he is the one among all the descendants who is most affectionate towards himself.

Even if everyone else betrays him, he will shed his last drop of blood for himself!

"Father Khan, is the reason you're in such a hurry to start a war because of the heat rash?" Ashig wasn't completely stupid after all; his words made Harbala nod with relief.

“Fear can breed faith. I’ve always felt that Tana was lying to me, otherwise why would this illness come about so coincidentally?”

"This must be a conspiracy by the Black Heaven Cult!" Ashig said angrily.

"It's alright. Although the timing isn't right, nothing in this world is perfect."

"If the Black Heaven Sect wants to fight to the death, then let's fight!"

Upon hearing this, Ashig became instantly fired up.

"Father, your son is willing to be the vanguard in the conquest of the Black Heaven Cult!" he said, kneeling on one knee with immense excitement.

"Alright!" Harbala helped him up with all his might: "Good boy, tomorrow morning your father will be busy contacting the various tribes to prepare for the attack on the Black Heaven Cult. There are some things I want to tell you now."

Ashig immediately put on a serious expression: "Father Khan, please speak."

"The Kheshig army cannot be used in this battle, nor can Suhe."

“Suhe was promoted by you, Father Khan! How could he have problems?” Ashig asked incredulously.

"He's just a fence-sitter, ignore him."

Halbala snorted coldly, then said regretfully, "It's a pity that Baoyin rejected my proposal. If he were willing to help me, this battle would be much easier."

“Venerable Baoyin…I’ve heard he’s extremely devout to Mahakala. What if we go to war with the Mahakala Cult?”

"Don't take any chances. The moment he rejected me, he was destined to be our enemy."

Harbala said in a deep voice, "Baoyin may be invincible on the grasslands when fighting alone, but war is never a one-man show."

"With several warriors second only to super strong individuals joining forces, I refuse to believe we can't stop him!"

“Father Khan, there’s more than one super strong expert on the grasslands,” Ashig reminded him.

"..."

"Uncle Agudamu is old and useless now."

“But it’s fortunate that it is so, otherwise…” Harbala shook his head.

In a conflict between the two sides, he absolutely did not believe that Agudamu would stand on his side.

"There's one more thing you must remember."

Harbala's expression was grave: "If you encounter Tana on the battlefield, you must not hold back."

"Your sister Tana is long dead. The one who is alive is Tana, the Holy Maiden of the Black Heaven Cult!"

Section 263, Chapter 262 System

"Bubble, I miss school a little."

Miri lay on the grass, staring blankly at the sky as she spoke.

"Miri, our observation journal is still incomplete."

The little girl sat down next to her and counted on her fingers.

"One, two, three... ten. It's been ten days since I separated from Jiujiang. I wonder how she's doing now, and whether she's going hungry."

"Sigh, we don't know where she is. Let's hope the super-strong woman has better luck."

Misato shook her head, sighed, and said, "Bubble, I never thought Unicorn Academy was that great before, but after being away for so long, I don't know why I miss it."

"Bubble thinks the grassland is pretty good too, there are lots of nice people here!" the little girl said with a smile.

"The Black Heaven Cult has been treating us well. They've been providing us with good food and drink these past few days, and they haven't restricted our freedom."

"But didn't you hear Tana say that the grasslands are about to be engulfed in civil war!"

Misato said with a bitter face, "I don't want to die here without knowing why. Unicorn Academy is so much better. There, you don't have to worry about this kind of thing at all."

"The old priest told Bubble that if we encountered danger here, he would send us back."

"Do you believe him?" Misato asked.

"Why did the old man lie to Bubble?" the little girl asked Miri in confusion.

“Hmm,” Misato didn’t know how to answer the question for a moment.

"Tana told the priests before she left us, Misato, don't worry too much."

Seeing the worry on Miri's face, the little girl began to comfort her.

"The priests told Bubble that they have started to mobilize people to search for Hisako in the past few days. Misato, please wait patiently."

"kindness."

Misato responded, and she couldn't help but secretly glance at the little girl's profile.

Overall, I now have no worries about food and clothing on the grassland, and even compared with ordinary grassland people, my life is quite comfortable.

This is certainly not due to my own great ability; it's all thanks to Bubble.

Without the bubbles, why would those priests take such good care of her?

Even Tana might not have paid any attention to him back then.

'I always felt that Bubble wasn't an ordinary person.'

Miri is certainly not an ordinary person. Ordinary people don't communicate with spirits to perform divination, let alone study at the Unicorn Academy.

However, Misato felt that Bubbles' "unusual" nature was different from her own; she was more special, more...

"Miri, why are you staring at the bubbles?"

"Cough, it's nothing, it's just, oh right, I was just wondering why you don't call those priests doctors anymore." Misato casually made up an excuse.

“Priests and doctors are different.”

The little girl explained, "Doctors can cure diseases, and priests can cure diseases, but priests also know many, many things that doctors don't!"