Each Harboring Their Own Schemes

"Agreed."

"No problem on my end either."

"Then shouldn't we divide up the spoils afterward?"

The vast majority of the missionaries had no intention of objecting.

What had they stayed in this bitterly cold wasteland for?

Wasn't it to plunder resources?

Compared to Starfire, which developed in an orderly fashion, the Order's methods of plunder were clearly far more brutal. There were too many competing factions within the Order, and reaching a unified decision was difficult.

The Beast Royal Court that had originally existed in the Snow Mountain Range had merely been something modeled after the ancient dynasties of past human civilization.

It had never undergone natural development or evolution, only been crudely copied. Its final outcome was naturally collapse and fragmentation.

Though both the Order and Starfire had played less-than-clean roles in the process, honestly speaking, even without outside forces pushing things along, conflicts born of differences in individual strength between the various tribes would eventually have torn everything apart.

The strong would recklessly plunder the weak. But if left unchecked, the result would be that the lowest ranks were slaughtered clean, after which those above would begin raising venomous creatures in a jar and killing one another. Once enough had died, the space they left behind would give rise to a new lower class.

But that was something that could no longer happen on this timeline.

Ye Xiu had led Starfire's cultivators into the region and begun developing its current environment, while the Kabbalah Order's genetic experiments had never paused for even a moment. The monsters born from them would reshape a brand-new ecosystem.

A little thought made it obvious: why, after the two sides had peacefully developed alongside one another for several years, had the Order's people begun driving the tribes' mutated beasts inward again?

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