Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 857 - 552 Dark Alliance_2

Chapter 857: Chapter 552 Dark Alliance_2

A Pirate Leader, filled with righteous indignation, waved his arms as he bellowed.

"Hey, Thornes, if you weren’t the leader of the Purple Mask, maybe you’d be more persuasive. Who knows if you’re just trying to use us to seek revenge for your destroyed branch?" A cold voice sneered from the darkness, rudely tearing down the facade of the Purple Mask Leader.

The dark forces of the Giant Dragon Coast were never a harmonious bunch, constantly engaged in countless overt and covert struggles with each other.

Conflicts between dark organizations in the cities were conducted more covertly, in private, to prevent wars between cities.

But the pirate gangs of the Inner Sea had far fewer scruples—many greeted each other with ballista fire upon meeting at sea. That they could gather in this cramped meeting room without drawing blades on each other was due not only to the pressure from the Conqueror Army, a formidable force outside, but also the fear of the Mask of Dark Night.

The Mask of Dark Night maintained a high level of secrecy; not only were the citizens of other cities along the Giant Dragon Coast ignorant of it, but most citizens of West Gate were also unaware that a hidden Thief Guild actually pulled the strings of the city.

But these dark forces were very clear about this, as well as the terrifying methods of the Mask of Dark Night. The authority that the Mask of Dark Night commanded in West Gate wasn’t manna from heaven; it was earned through blood. Their enemies either disappeared without a trace, dead or alive, exploded into pieces in public, or were torn to shreds alive by ferocious rats.

Compared to covert assassination, they preferred public executions to warn other enemies.

Thornes retorted angrily, "I’m stating the facts. If you didn’t have these concerns, would you still be sitting here? We can’t let them run wild on the Giant Dragon Coast, it will severely hinder our business. We must unite to crush them."

"I agree with your first point, but I can’t agree with the second. Why must we solve this with force and not through negotiation? Essentially, they are a group of civilians forming colonies, and migration is their main task. As long as we send them out of the Giant Dragon Coast, they’re no longer our problem."

"Naïve, negotiation is based on absolute military power. If we do not join forces and demonstrate our strength, will they leave just like that?"

"They’re just a mob that wiped out a few small guilds and that scared you this much? They seem impressive, but in reality, there are only a few thousand career soldiers among them, and they mainly rely on those two Transcendent Battle Groups. As long as we defeat these battle groups, they’ll think twice about making any rash moves. Moreover, their main focus is currently on Efanso. Until they solve that entire problem, they likely don’t have the resources to wage war on other cities. Sending troops to Pross and Ilip is probably to secure their rear."

"Foolish, it’s just too foolish. How can you place your hopes on someone else’s plans? It’s best to keep everything under our own control."

"You seem to forget that they have more forces than just those; on the Giant Plains, they also have a Hobgoblin City and a constantly expanding Hobgoblin Army. Their main force has recently been wandering the east side of the Giant Plains. Do you think that if we engage the Conqueror Army, they will just sit by and watch?"

"It’s easy to talk about forming an army, but much harder to do. It’s not about the simple accumulation of fighters for a street battle but requires precise command. Most importantly, to whom will the command of this army be given?"

Soon, the dark force leaders were bickering clamorously, each sticking to their own arguments—with some in favor of forming an army and others disdainful.

Such disdain stemmed from their very nature; their backgrounds ensured they were steeped in mutual distrust.

How could an alliance, devoid of basic trust, form a cohesive military force? And without an army, there would be no fortitude to confront the Conqueror Army.

"Lord Faceless has arrived." At the sound of the announcement, the meeting hall, noisy as a vegetable market, instantly fell silent. All eyes unanimously turned toward the entrance.

The first thing to greet their eyes was a Domino Mask, typically seen at noble evening parties, covering only the eyes and chin. But this mask was a blank sheet of white with no embellishment, leaving only three hollow spaces. From a distance, the person looked faceless, likely the origin of his name.

Within those hollow eyes flickered a blood-red light, which sent chills down the spine of anyone it swept over. In that gaze, they felt no emotion; his way of looking at them was as if they weren’t kindred but rather delicious prey, evaluating which spot was more appropriate to strike.

This man was the uncrowned king of West Gate, the supreme ruler of the Mask of Dark Night, revered as the King of the Night: the Faceless.

As for his name and true face, no one knew. To outsiders, he always maintained this appearance.

The Faceless took his seat at the head but had no intention to speak. Following close behind, a mysterious woman also wearing a Domino Mask spoke, "Forming an army—such a notion could only come from you brainless pirates. If we were to actually do that, would we still be a guild?"