Prime Originator

Chapter 660 - Traitor And Execution

"Slander! This is pure hogsh*t! Since when did my Golden family sell Young Master Leonhardt's information to the Black Warbear Tribe?!" Lord Goldenfang immediately rebuked furiously.

"The Golden family may have some conflicts with Young Master Leonhardt in the past, but that does mean that would betray the enemy!"

"Hmph, I am not here to argue with you, Goldenfang. You best know what your Golden family did or didn't do!" Lord Darkrig snorted and said, "The chief has decreed all members of the Beast Tamer Faction be punished for the crimes of supporting traitors!"

"However, the chief is lenient. If you wish to be pardoned, take up your arms, slay a member of the Golden family, and prove your loyalty to the tribe!"

"This is outrageous! How utterly ridiculous and tyrannical! Chief Valencia just wants to get rid of opposition to secure her position! Can you follow such an oppressive leader?!" Goldenfang barked.

"I have always been loyal to the tribe and served it well, so why would Chief Valencia do this to us?" Goldeneye frowned and said, "Does Chief Valencia really want to wash the tribe in blood after all the losses we have incurred since the Bone Calamity?"

"No matter what you say, the truth of the matter is that information had been leaked to the Black Warbear Tribe, and the Darkmoon Tribe does not need dissonant factors in its mix!" Lord Darkrig stated firmly.

"In troubled times like this, the Darkmoon Tribe is required to be more united than ever. All who do not share our views are against us. Thus, even if you are innocent, you are still guilty!"

Shortly after, Lord Darkrig immediately laid down the order.

"Kill them!"

"Ahhh—!"

The weaker servants wailed in pain and despair as the Great Warriors immediately swooped in for the kill while the stronger ones resisted their onslaught.

"Since the chief wants the death of my Golden family, she will not have it easy! Raise your weapons and fight back! You're not allowed to fall until you take down at least one with you!" Lord Goldenfang rallied with his raised bone sword.

However, some servants and subordinates of the Golden family turned on each other, stabbing the loyal Golden family's people in the back for a chance at survival.

The group of executioners brought to their doorstep was too strong to resist!

"Bastards! How dare you betray my Golden family!" Goldenfang snarled furiously with a red face and protruding veins.

At the same time, Goldeneye hacked one of the traitorous servants to death before whistling to the sky to call his companion for help.

"Kill!"

Goldeneye roared.

As the Dark Wyvern descended and the Golden family resisted strongly, Goldenrod stood rooted on the spot while gazing at the grim situation blankly.

With each passing moment, a servant or member of the family died.

Plop!

Faced with a guilty conscience, his legs quickly gave way, causing him to drop on his knees before he said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Father, Brother… I was the one who leaked the information to the Black Warbear Tribe…"

"It was you?!" Lord Goldenfang glared.

Lord Goldenfang thought the chief just wanted an excuse to get rid of their family, but as it turns out, the initial fault lies with their family all along!

The sheer look of surprise and betrayal on his face could be imagined.

"Arghhh! Why you do such a stupid thing?!" Lord Goldenfang roared and said, "Did you know that your foolish action has cost your brother's bright future and the lives of everyone in the family?!"

"Young Master Leonhardt's influence in the tribe was too strong despite his short stay. I… I thought that if he could be removed from the Darkmoon Tribe, it would be a great blow to Chief Valencia…" Goldenrod said hesitantly.

"But that doesn't mean you turn to the enemies for help! Arghh—!"

Lord Goldenfang was so mad, his old heart could not take it and abruptly stopped, causing him to collapse on the ground and eventually stopped breathing.

He died of excessive anger.

The head of the Golden family had grand ambition and plans for his family, but unfortunately, one of his sons was too incompetent to help him realize it.

"Father!" Goldeneye cried with red eyes.

His grief caused a slip in his concentration, causing him to immediately suffer a fatal blow from a High-rank Great Warrior and dropped on the ground.

Even the Dark Wyvern fell in battle shortly after its master.

The Golden family's strong resistance quickly died down as all its remaining members were eventually killed—whether by the executioner group or their own.

Goldenrod, who did not proactively resist, was the last to fall after he was beheaded.

"Haiz, what a loss…"

Lord Darkrig sighed at the Dark Wyvern's bloodied body after the battle ended before shortly shaking his head.

"Nevertheless, a single Dark Wyvern cannot be compared to the grace of Young Master Leonhardt."

Between the potential of one Battle King and the potential of many Battle Kings, it was clear which of the two was better for the tribe.

"Alright, quickly wrap up the place and report to the chief."

"Yes, Lord Darkrig!"

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Barrenrock Courtyard

Meanwhile, Leon continued to meditate and sink his divine sense deeper and deeper into the earth until he felt the attractive force pull him through 162 floors and 18 layers of earth before bypassing the core's protective barrier.

Looking at the familiar scenery in the surrounding, Leon immediately knew that he had once again reached the mysterious core region—or so he believed it was.

The second World Tree, the slumbering stone golem and crack on the other side, the barrier, and bright lava beyond it.

He was certain it was the same place.

"Tch." Leon clicked his tongue and muttered, "I brought here so quickly, I failed to observe the deeper subterranean floors and layers again… I guess I will have to try and look even more carefully next time I visit…"

Shortly after, Leon fixed his sight on the direction of the female stone golem behind World Tree and began making his way over.

However, after a few steps, Leon suddenly paused.

"I really hope that before we can have a decent talk, I won't get blown back to the surface—or worse, get obliterated to death…"