Global Survival: The Tower Witch with an E-Rank Talent Chapter 283: Original Sect, Pure Origin Sect?

And this was still the best possible outco they could calculate in their minds.

If things were truly hyped up and blown out of proportion, what would be the greatest conflict when the ti ca?

Without a doubt, it would be the new races versus the Blue Star Earthlings.

Once such a conflict erupted, it wouldn't just be a simple matter of fighting so fiercely that brains turn into dog brains.

Setting everything else aside, when had any racial war on Blue Star not been aid at the complete annihilation of the opposing side?

When that happened, where would creators and natural leaders of these ethnic groups like them go?

Wipe out every single unevolved Blue Star Transmigrator?

Although they each harbored their own selfish motives and ambitions, they believed they weren't deranged enough to issue such an order just yet.

"Heh, do you understand what I an now?"

Seeing the fluctuating expressions on everyone's faces, Vivian looked exceedingly smug.

"Therefore, I highly advise everyone to quickly assemble your clansn and armies. That way, you can at least minimize the casualties among your people."

"Sigh... We can never be too careful when guarding against others!"

After a long while, the old man Nemo let out a faint sigh.

Indeed.

Even if they didn't harbor such intentions, there was no guarantee that others didn't.

The recent incident with the 505 Formation was the perfect example.

The Witches had encountered a squad in the Golden Plains trying to establish contact with the enemies of the Adventurer's Guild.

Over here at the Cursed Corridor, there was another squad that had already infiltrated their ranks.

No one knew what they were trying to achieve, but there was no doubt that these people from the 505 Formation were stirring up trouble among the Transmigrators across the Kalim Continent.

And this was only one organization.

What about the rest?

How many more organizations were lurking in the shadows that they simply hadn't encountered yet?

So... they would gather their people once they returned. After all, they needed at least the strength to protect themselves, didn't they?

"Huh! Why are you all here? I was wondering why no one was replying to my ssages in the group chat."

Just as everyone was silently pondering their next steps, the heavily bearded Orff, also known as the Chariot, returned.

The group looked over. Right now, nearly half of Orff's thick beard had been singed off, and his clothes were filthy, seemingly blackened by the smoke of battle.

"Chariot? You're back. Are you alright?"

Jiang Lan smiled and stepped forward to greet him.

After all, he had co specifically to help resolve her conflicts, so it was only natural for her to step forward and show so concern.

"No problem at all. I even got my hands on quite a few good things along the way."

As he spoke, Orff chuckled and raised a hand to thump his own chest.

"What about your harvest? We secured five liters of Jörmungandr's blood on our end,"

Vivian asked.

"Hehe, my haul here isn't small either."

With that, Orff pulled out three sizable containers that resembled small oak beer kegs.

"Five liters each. That makes a total of fifteen liters of Jörmungandr's blood."

"Whoa!"

Everyone's eyes lit up, unable to hold back their gasps of surprise.

Vivian's earlier words had already made them realize that certain things might be inevitable. Therefore, all they could do now was expand their own strength and the power of their clans.

With so much extra blood, it ant their clans could expand significantly all at once.

"But... why is there so much?"

Gu Xiaobei asked in confusion.

Indeed.

The crowd nodded in agreent.

This was simply too much.

Even Vivian's group had only obtained a re three liters.

"I was also confused about this when I first got it. Later, after very kindly interrogating a high-ranking executive at the 505 Formation's headquarters, I learned that the 505 Formation is nothing more than a subordinate branch of another organization."

"The 505 Formation received orders from their superiors to scout for personnel and potential defectors across the Kalim Continent, preparing to make their race great again in the future."

"And the reason there was so much blood at the 505 Formation's headquarters is because this superior organization possesses a Jörmungandr Hatchling. All of this blood was obtained by bleeding it."

Hmm?

Hearing Orff's explanation, everyone was stunned.

A Jörmungandr Hatchling?

So, this blood wasn't obtained from a dungeon, but directly harvested from the monster's body?

In that case, it made perfect sense why there was so much.

After all, the highest yield from a dungeon to date was still Lan Qingyou's haul of nearly ten liters of Star Dragon King's Blood Essence.

"What is this superior organization called?"

Chu Yuan asked with a frown.

You had to be kidding! Mass-produced ancient blood? If the Supre Council got their hands on this, wouldn't all the Blue Star Earthlings be able to evolve?

Exactly.

Although those council mbers, guild masters, and the like in the Supre Council rely possessed a thin veneer of humanity.

They were surprisingly united on this matter.

After all, if humanity was wiped out, the pathetic amount of power they held would be entirely useless.

But now that it was in the hands of a group clearly intent on stirring up chaos, it would be a disaster for everyone.

"I don't know. He didn't say. Or rather, he couldn't say. They belong to the category of indescribable entities whose nas cannot be spoken directly."

"I don't know. He didn't say. Or rather, he couldn't say. They belong to the category of indescribable entities whose nas cannot be spoken directly."

Orff's head shake made Chu Yuan's heart sink, but his very next sentence gave him a glimr of hope.

"However, I saw a line of text there. It was written in an extinct but very famous language."

"What did it say?"

"I just told you it's extinct, so how would I recognize it? But I did write it down."

Saying so, Orff opened his palm with a clever expression, revealing the characters he had copied down.

Since it was an extinct language, it was completely normal not to recognize it.

"inal Sect... aning the Pure Origin... Sect??"

Seeing the text, Chu Yuan frowned slightly and muttered these words under his breath.

"You know what it is?"

Orff looked at Chu Yuan in surprise.

"I did receive an elite education, after all. I still know a little bit of archaeological trivia like this."

Chu Yuan began to put on airs.

"inal Sect, huh. Looking at this little na, it's obviously sothing cooked up by those damned Originalists."

Shang Chuan adjusted his glasses, frowning just like Chu Yuan.

The Originalists were a group of people who erged after the Blue Star Federation Council's war of unification.

Their most prominent trait was speaking the native dialects of the eliminated primitive tribes and refusing to use the Federation's common language.

What they loved most was wreaking havoc everywhere under the banner of dismantling the Blue Star Federation Council and restoring the rule of individual nations.

To put it bluntly, they were a bunch of unpopular terrorists who had been jointly suppressed.

But it was precisely this group of people who had grown increasingly powerful after becoming Transmigrators.

And now, they actually wanted to make waves on the Kalim Continent.

"Heh, interesting. Looks like we need to have a good talk with the Supre Council."

Upon learning that the Jörmungandr Hatchling was very likely in the hands of such a group, a smile appeared on Chu Yuan's face.

Since they were just a bunch of terrorists, no one would complain regardless of how they were dealt with.

"Perhaps... you could also try using your own forces to uncover the location of the Pure Origin Sect, and then our villa's people could mobilize once again?"