Silver blood spattered across the sky. The Mokenu Grand Priest viciously tore a still-beating heart from his own chest.
When it came to adapting to the environment, the Mokenu People were far Inferior To the scale-armored Gulan Lizardmen and the Golo Earthworms who dwelled deep underground.
Thus, over more than a decade of Plane War, the Mokenu People had faced the gravest crisis.
Hundreds of millions of Mokenu People had died unnatural deaths. With such a blood debt between them, it was no wonder the Mokenu Grand Priest was willing to sacrifice his own life to cast his opponent into a realm of eternal sealing and imprisonment.
As for what would become of the surviving Mokenu People, left to drag out a miserable existence without the Grand Priest's protection after the war—
The Grand Priest had already reached an agreement with the other two Level-4 gods and guardians of this plane and signed a solemn Law Contract.
The two races would support the continuation of the Mokenu People as much as possible. After all, they had been comrades-in-arms resisting the invasion together. For at least the next ten or twenty thousand years, the other two native races would not openly tear up the contract.
In truth, from the standpoint of fairness and righteousness, these native creatures of the Gumo Plane were undoubtedly the righteous side.
Even knowing full well that they were outmatched, they had still ignited a war against invasion worthy of song and tears.
And the Grand Priest, who was about to offer up himself, would undoubtedly become the most dazzling hero in the history of the Gumo Plane.
Every future generation would remember his name, for he had sacrificed himself for the hundreds of millions of living beings on the Gumo Plane.
Sadly... absolute justice and evil