King's Awakening Chapter 744: 744: Defeated

Chapter 744: Chapter 744: Defeated

Defeated… Am I defeated?

Moore’s consciousness was gradually becoming blurred, sowhat unable to believe everything that was happening before him.

In his mighty pri, he never thought that he would be defeated by a young, inexperienced man like White Mitchell.

Such an outco was really hard for him to accept.

Perhaps it would have been better if he hadn’t been the one to lead the team to kill White Mitchell.

Gradually, before Moore’s eyes, the world began shifting rapidly, revealing a vast expanse of red land.

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On this red land, a crimson moon hung in the sky, illuminating the exotic landscape. The scenery here was incredibly desolate, as if it had endured thousands of years of famine and savagery. The ground was covered with bare soil, with not a single green leaf or sign of life to be found. The blazing sun burned the land to a crisp, and sand whirled in the wind, as if ready to devour the entire area.

On this red land, living creatures were scarce and human settlents few and far between. The brutal law of the jungle prevailed, with people doing whatever it took to compete for limited resources. They wore masks imbued with cruelty and coldness. Life on this land was insignificant, as unimportant as grass in the wind.

When night fell, ferocious beasts were stirred. They hid in the darkness, waiting for their next al. The legendary savage beasts, like the giant wolves, fierce tigers, and gigantic pythons, their rampant ferocity struck fear into people’s hearts. In this alien land, those living here had to stay alert at all tis, for the slightest negligence could lead to them being ripped apart by these beasts.

Furthermore, the people always told grim tales. In their day-to-day survival, cruel occurrences were frequent. To stay alive, they had no choice but to exploit and enslave others. The law of the jungle always prevailed. In this alien territory, people no longer valued morality and benevolence, only strength and survival mattered.

However, even amidst such harsh survival conditions, the scenery here was breathtaking. Above this red land, erupting volcanoes poured torrents of lava downwards, forming magnificent lava rivers. The glow from the lava rivers illuminated the entire night sky as if it were dayti, a sight to behold. On the other side, the flas spewed from the mouth of the volcanoes leapt about in the night, like a devil’s dance.

And on this red land, there were a few sparse oases. These oases were the treasures of this alien world, for they were the location of rare water sources. Towering palm trees rose to the sky in these oases, guarding this dangerous land like giants. People queued, fighting for the limited water supply each day. Every drop of water was not just a source of life, but also a precursor for conflict.

In the midst of this alien landscape, people lived on the edge of hunger and thirst, their eyes filled with a wild, frenzied look. So would struggle with all their might for a sip of water, even if it cost them their lives. In this alien land, life was both fragile and cruel, the people’s actions embodying their instinct for survival and malice.

They gathered on the parched land, hoping to find the scarce sources of water. Desperate cries echoed in the air, conveying their innermost desires and the pain they felt. No one cared about morals or rules anymore; in this world, survival was the ultimate goal.

A long ti ago, a crystal-clear river used to flow through this land, providing abundant water for the region. However, over ti, climate change and human activity caused the river to dry up gradually. Now, this region had lost nearly all its water sources, and people had to fight for their survival.

When a hint or rumor spread that there might be water nearby, people, crazed, would rush in that direction. They would run recklessly, crossing the steep cliffs, valleys, and deserts. Faced with thirst’s bluff, they lost their shine of humanity, left only with the instinct of beasts.

When they finally found water, chaos and excitent filled the air. People frantically dipped their containers into the water, yearning for the refreshing taste of that mouthful. They pushed and shoved, doing whatever they could to protect their own interests, never allowing anybody to rob them of the chance to survive. In the desperate scramble for the sole lifeline, people turned into beasts, losing all regard for morality and dignity.

This water source beca the focal point of endless conflict among people. To protect their rights, they ford small groups, fighting fiercely over the water. They used violence and weapons to defend their territories, ready to sacrifice their lives to protect their fading hope.

Conflicts between people escalated. Every person saw the water as their only hope for survival and propagation of their offspring. Water beca more important than money and power, symbolizing strength and existence. They competed with each other by any ans necessary, hoping to leave their mark on this scarce water source.

The entire region was plunged into endless warfare. Soldiers fought relentlessly, employing various weapons and tactics, to capture and protect the source of life. Blood and death beca inseparable, engulfing the entire land. The earth was filled with sorrow and despair, countless families lost their loved ones. Their happiness was completely destroyed—for just a mouthful of water.

Disease and famine beca the companions of the bloody war. Due to the scarcity of water, people lacked conditions for drinking and bathing, and disease spread rapidly. The survivors were exhausted in body and mind, fighting day and night, watching people around them fall one by one, all for a sip of precious water.

However, even in this brutal environnt, there were so who retained the light of humanity. They tried hard to spread love and hope, hoping to ease the conflicts and pain among people. They donated all the resources they could provide, bringing warmth and redemption to those who had lost hope.

In this endless struggle, the value of water sources gradually beca recognized by the people. They realized the importance of water and the urgent need to find a solution.

This is the environnt in which Moore grew up, and at this mont, all kinds of past events are constantly playing out in his mind.

Originally, he just wanted to fight for a sip of water.

But, he didn’t know when he began to be unsatisfied with just a sip of water.

He wanted to monopolize the entire water sources.

Through countless fights for water, Moore gradually beca cruel and callous. He saw his childhood companions killing each other for water. In this brutal environnt, he ca to understand a truth: if he didn’t beco powerful, he would inevitably beco the prey and sacrifice of others.

So, Moore began his transformation. He took every opportunity to enhance his power, constantly looking for opportunities to fight, launching attacks on other villages. His hands were stained with the blood of countless people, but he had no rcy. On the contrary, his heart beca increasingly numb, and his sense of responsibility for life was drowned out by the desire to seize water sources.

One day, when he was once again attacking another village, he felt a small hand gently grab his sleeve. He looked over and saw it was a young child. The child looked up at him with scared and pleading eyes, and said: “Sir, can you stop hurting us? We also need water, we also want to survive.”

Moore looked down at the child, a mont of hesitation and pain flashed in his eyes. However, he quickly resud his cold expression, brushed the child aside, and rcilessly continued his slaughter. He didn’t allow himself to feel pity for anyone, for pity would only make him weak, and he couldn’t lose this war.

Ti flew quickly, and Moore had beco the overlord of the entire region. He controlled all the water sources, everyone beca his slave, their lives and deaths at his whim. Yet, none of this seed to bring Moore real satisfaction, he still felt empty inside.

Thus, Moore indulged in power and brutality, his heart beca increasingly dark, increasingly akin to an evil dragon. He told himself that only by becoming an evil dragon could he protect the water sources and maintain the rule he built single-handedly. He chose to completely sever himself from his once innocent youth, sealing off the goodness and compassion in his heart forever.

And then, the iron cavalry of Heavenly Dragon City ca to his hotown.

Moore chose to join Heavenly Dragon City.

The experience of Moore joining Heavenly Dragon City can be described as full of cunning sches and shrewd maneuvers. Initially, Moore was just an unknown soldier, but he had an ambitious heart, yearning to leap from this low position and beco the focus of Heavenly Dragon City.

In the majestic Heavenly Dragon City, power struggles were a daily spectacle. Countless people would stop at nothing to gain the favor of the City Lord, and Moore also decided to join this brutal competition. He began his first step in the sche—establishing his own power base.

Moore started to show an image of selfless dedication to the City Lord. He helped the lower-class civilians in the city, earning the praise of everyone. Moore knew that to consolidate his position, he needed to gain more people’s support. Therefore, he began his cunning trick—taking advantage of people’s trust in him.

Moore ticulously planned a disaster, spreading disease within the city. Then, when people were helpless against the epidemic, he guided them to seek help from him. He claid to have a cure, and only needed to use his own concoction to completely eliminate the disease. People had no choice but had to turn to him.

With everyone’s cooperation, Moore’s reputation skyrocketed. He beca one of the City Lord’s favoured ones, and his status in the city beca more and more prominent. However, he was not satisfied with these, he was always striving for greater power. So, Moore began to look for opportunities to weave even more power.

The City Lord was eager to enhance the city’s economic growth, and Moore saw an opportunity in this. He began buying up a tract of barren land in the city at a shockingly low price and developed it using the City Lord’s na. Moore invested a significant amount of money and managed to transform this barren tract into a bustling comrcial street in a short span of ti. By deliberately setting the rents low, he successfully lured a large number of traders to do business there.

The prosperity brought by the comrcial street stimulated the city’s economic growth, which, in turn, rapidly boosted Moore’s wealth. With ample capital at his disposal, he started winning over the children of the city’s upper-class figures, thereby establishing his own network of relations. Simultaneously, he was exploiting these connections to squeeze out his competitors within the city, driving them towards bleak circumstances gradually.

Over ti, Moore’s influence beca more consolidated. People respected and feared him in every corner of the city, like they were facing an omnipotent ruler. Like a viper, he moved in and out of the fog of power, hunting for his own interests. His deep-seated ambition was growing, and he yearned to truly sit on the throne of the City Lord.

The City Lord was aware of Moore’s ambition, but he was not afraid. Although he admired Moore’s talent, he was also cautious of his cunning. Therefore, the City Lord began to arrange a series of tests for Moore, hoping to see if he can truly handle the position of a guardian.

Upon learning this, Moore was both excited and anxious. He knew that this would be a crucial step towards the pinnacle of power. In the upcoming ti, he planned his ultimate program ticulously.

As the first step, Moore decided to resort to poisoning. He knew that an old protector loved to drink tea and enjoyed a cup of fresh green tea every morning. So, he secretly added a colorless and tasteless poison to the City Lord’s tea leaves. This poison worked slowly in the body and was highly covert, making it hard to detect.

As the second step, Moore started to disguise his actions, attempting to gain the trust of others. Taking advantage of his authority as a guardian, he heavily bestowed favors on disciples from other Sects and gave them significant tasks and valuable resources. He deliberately leaked so false intelligence, giving rival forces the illusion that they had received Moore’s support. By doing so, he established a complex group of loyal followers, all of whom he had trained.

As the third step, Moore began to betray his fellow disciples. He first staged an attack aid at his fellow disciple. By manipulating evidence and witnesses, he pinned the bla on another disciple. After this incident, Moore built an atmosphere of exclusive trust in himself, gradually establishing unquestionable authority among his peers.

As the fourth step, Moore shifted his attention to another disciple, whom he perceived as a threat to his future power. He began fabricating evidence and orchestrating a series of incidents to make it look like the disciple was guilty, when in fact, he had arranged it all himself. Through cunning ans, he successfully convinced others that this disciple had betrayed them, thereby weakening his influence and power.

As the fifth step, Moore finally implented his sche, blaming the individual he saw as his greatest rival. Leveraging his superior position in the power hierarchy, he directed all the evidence towards this disciple, making him the scapegoat in the eyes of the public. In this well-crafted trap, Moore cleverly avoided all suspicions and risks of exposure, ultimately succeeding in removing his opponent from play.

Through a series of deceptions and cunning strategies, Moore successfully broke the boundary of his status and beca the true guardian. His power was further solidified, and his position accepted by all.

However, beneath all this, Moore’s cruelty and ruthlessness were well concealed. He spared no expense to achieve his goals, even if it ant betraying his fellow disciples and framing others. His power structure was built on blood and deception.

Looking back now at his past actions, Moore was filled with a faint sense of regret.

Back then, it was all for a source of water.

If he hadn’t left with the people of Heavenly Dragon City then, hadn’t gone down this irreversible path or undertaken the task of hunting down White Mitchell, perhaps things wouldn’t have ended up like this.

If it weren’t for his greed, would he have t such an end, beheaded and discarded?

It’s too late for regrets now!

Moore’s eyes welled up, but it was too late for regrets. His life force was slowly fading away.

anwhile, White Mitchell didn’t linger, as there was no chance of Moore surviving. Naturally, there was no need for him to stay longer.

If the other people from Heavenly Dragon City were to catch up, the War God of Heaven and the Earth War God might be entwined in his troubles.

Moreover, his current condition wouldn’t allow him to endure another intense battle in a short period of ti.

His situation was not optimistic.

The only option was to find a safe place to hide.

But, first and foremost, he needed to find the War God of Heaven and the Earth War God.

After several hours of searching, White Mitchell successfully located the War God of Heaven and the Earth War God in a dense forest.

However, he didn’t let his guard down, having a hunch that the folks from Heavenly Dragon City could catch up at any mont.

He had to get the War God of Heaven and the Earth War God out of the encirclent, otherwise, all would be in vain.

White Mitchell took out the diary and carefully discerned their direction.

But, the very next mont, a frown appeared on his face.

At that mont, they had already diverted from the original path, reaching the borderline between the outskirts of the Secret Realm and the central region.

If they proceeded further, they would enter the more dangerous central region.

Even a colossal entity like the Beast Controlling Sect hesitated to step foot there.

But, staying here was akin to waiting for death.

Moving into the central region was their only choice at present.

On having thought this through, White Mitchell chose not to share this information with the War God of Heaven and the Earth War God, or even with Lucy.

Because he knew that the decision would not be opposed by the War God of Heaven or the Earth War God, and as for Lucy, if he were to leave the young girl here alone, she wouldn’t survive for even a day.

So, after much thinking, White Mitchell decided to deceive them all and proceeded ahead into the central region.

With their advancent, the howls of the fierce beasts around them started becoming more frequent.

In the end, White Mitchell started feeling as if they were being surrounded by murderers.

Perceiving the unusual circumstances, Lucy shivered and couldn’t help but ask, “Mitchell, are we heading towards the central region?”