A Tribute to the Legendary Scapegoat-the Demon Race
Shisui gently flapped its enormous wings, each flap creating a noticeable gust of air.
He hovered silently in the air, his gaze fixed on the direction Arakawa Jiushu had left, with the look of someone who had locked onto their prey.
At this moment, his dark purple Steel Feathers spread and folded behind him, making him appear like a powerful ordinary Demon Race.
It possesses characteristics of both Beastfolk and Human Race.
This was a deception designed to send back false information and convince the forces behind him of the intelligence.
He even deliberately revealed his precious spatial attributes and extraordinary self-healing abilities to confuse the public.
A fabricated "persona" of a demon Demon Race experimental subject was created by mixing truth and falsehood.
In this way, once they receive news of Bixu's death...
Furthermore, upon learning that the cause of death was suspected to be related to a completely new and unknown species, the first thing that would come to mind would be Shisui.
After all, it happens to be located in the west of Mao City, and it happens to have a self-healing ability that ordinary creatures cannot achieve.
It's hard not to overthink it.
Consequently, they will immediately begin to become suspicious.
I suspect the force behind me is likely the Demon Race, which has a relatively more advanced biotechnology among terrestrial races.
Suspecting that the Demon Race intends to interfere, and in order to prevent outsiders from reaping the benefits, the Sea Race will become more aggressive in their next actions.
And this was exactly what Shisui wanted.
"Let it get chaotic, the more chaotic the better!"
Since he did kill the person anyway, we might as well maximize our profits and muddy the waters even further.
"Are the Demon Race also going to interfere in Mao City?"
"No, it's probably just a probe. According to the General Staff's analysis, they don't have any spare troops."
"Not necessarily. Think about how the Demon Race took over most of the Lantiao Continent."
"You mean, they've also secretly built up influence around Mao City?"
"That's exactly what the Demon Race would do."
"Rather than saying they want Mao City, it's more accurate to say they don't want the Human Race high command to control the mouths of the two rivers."
"Yes, after all, the Turbid Water, one of the two rivers, is connected to the Huaihuang Continent."
"Currently, the battle over there is fierce, and the two sides are evenly matched. Adding another supply line will indeed affect the course of the war."
"So... what the White Owl said about the possibility that he fought someone who wasn't Demon Race..."
"Nonsense!"
"Ha, it's just that Demon Race exaggerating to gain more credit."
"He himself is Demon Race, so it's hard to say whether he's covering something up for his mother's clan."
"It's useful as a knife, but you still have to be careful."
Inside the seaside villa, a group of key advisors to the Third Prince of the Dragon Spirit Species gathered together.
Just now, they received intelligence from the White Owl.
He discovered a new species resembling Demon Race, possessing extraordinary self-healing abilities.
Normally, no one would care about such insignificant news.
However, an urgent message from the seabed forced them to take this intelligence seriously.
A project leader at the First Research Institute was murdered.
This person was none other than Bixu, who had recently come into contact with the Third Prince Faction.
It is said that the other party died at the hands of someone with healing abilities.
Bixu died on their side, and the matter is suspected to be related to another terrestrial race.
This has sparked much discussion within the Third Prince Faction.
The most urgent task is to minimize the impact before other forces can react.
If this incident were to reach the ears of the current king, it would definitely be a negative point.
The day to choose the Crown Prince —the first in line to the throne—is fast approaching, so they can't help but be nervous.
Yuanqing sat silently at the end, listening to the old ministers talking all at once.
Even if the intelligence was presented to him by him.
However, he is a rookie who has only risen to prominence in the last ten years or so, and his background is not exactly prestigious, so naturally he doesn't have much of a say.
Bored out of his mind, he recalled the stack of intelligence that Arakawa Jiushu had thrown at him.
When reporting, the White Owl emphasized its encounter with the opponent and concluded that the opponent was not a product of the Demon Race's Laboratory.
However, these strategists, who are always sensitive and suspicious, simply do not fully trust the White Owl, Demon Race who has just defected to their side.
Those who are not of our kind will surely have different hearts.
This applies to all races.
He heard a white-bearded Sea Race speak from above.
"Although the Demon Race's involvement was within the scope of prior consideration, let's still inform Your Highness."
"Agree."
A chorus of responses followed, and only then did Yuanqing have a brief opportunity to speak, followed by a "Agreed."
After the discussion, everyone disappeared on the spot, leaving only Yuanqing in the conference room to turn off the remote projector.
A flash of resentment crossed his deep blue vertical pupils.
He was half-blooded with the Third Prince, yet he did a lot of dirty and tiring work for him.
Now he teeters on the edge of power, living like a dispensable tool.
"If you are unjust, I will be unjust too; that's what fairness is."
A soft, clenched murmur echoed in the empty conference room, only to be buried deep within Yuanqing's heart the instant he closed the door.
"Hmm? Do the Demon Race want to enter?"
"I suppose most of the Human Race high command are now blind; let's speed things up."
"Except for the waterways, all other buildings and civilians will be destroyed."
From the shadows, a gentle voice uttered chilling words.
A dark-haired youth leaned back in a magnificent chair engraved with the various races of the sea.
He has a rugged and sunny appearance, and is quite approachable.
But those menacing, jet-black, transparent dragon horns and those cold, vertical red pupils completely shattered this gentle aura.
At the same time, it also gave him a sense of oppression that was inherent to royalty.
"Yes, Your Highness."
The servants below obeyed the order, prostrated themselves, and backed out of their master's sight before rising to quickly relay the new command.
At 3:00 AM on January 4th, the Tianpiao Ocean outside Mao City suddenly trembled violently.
At first, no one had time to pay attention to the changes in the ocean.
Even the Academy Island, surrounded by the sea, is still in turmoil.
Then, when the obscuring clouds parted again, the moonlight shone on the sea.
Suddenly, the seawater receded rapidly backward.
Immediately afterwards, in the shallow waters not far from the coast, the sea surface suddenly turned white under the moonlight.
And a long, bright wall of water appeared ahead, rushing towards Mao City.
As the water wall approached, the tremors became more intense, and even noticeable sounds began to emerge.
Those who were still awake in the middle of the night were the first to realize something was wrong.
The local people, who depended on the sea for their livelihood, turned pale upon hearing this familiar yet strangely terrifying noise.
They started waking up their family members and notifying their neighbors.
Everyone took only some valuables and fled inland as if their lives depended on it.
"Tsunami! A tsunami is coming!"
Thus, Mao City, which had been deliberately kept quiet for most of the night, finally began to descend into chaos.