Road to becoming the wealthiest: Starting From Treasure Hunting in the Cabinets
Chapter 1146 - 595: The Sacred Tree is Mine? This is a Big Project!

Chapter 1146: Chapter 595: The Sacred Tree is Mine? This is a Big Project!

At the moment he sensed the crisis descending, Sean Knight cursed himself for his carelessness!

Even though he had activated Sky Eye, he had failed to observe the area beneath the temple. It was a deadly oversight!

However, his reflexes were quick. Just as the arrowheads were about to strike, he dodged swiftly, retreating into the temple!

The next moment, when Sean reemerged, he had already thrown out four hand grenades!

The several dozen warriors who had been surrounding the temple and were about to hurl their javelins only saw little black dots flying toward them!

Heeding the reminder from their fellow warriors, knowing these were weapons of great power, they immediately took cover. At that moment, Sean, shouldering a rocket launcher, pulled the trigger!

Discarding the tube, and watching the crowd erupt in flames, Sean’s hands now miraculously produced an automatic rifle—compared to submachine guns and machine guns, he preferred the automatic for its greater power, longer range, and better control.

Although there were dozens of warriors from the tribe, Sean was now engaging in asymmetric warfare.

The damage inflicted by firearms was far beyond anything that cold weapon users could imagine. Those dozens of confident and vengeful warriors were suddenly forced to scurry for cover in disarray, while Sean took the opportunity to descend from the temple and slip into the ancient city.

Once inside the ancient city, Sean thought he would thrive with more cover at his disposal and would soon escape from the temple—he didn’t plan on going to the mat with the tribal residents since he had no intention of actually serving as Aiwa’s pawn.

A chaotic Amazon was the norm. If a massive tribe beyond everyone’s imagination emerged, it would inevitably cause shocks to the outside world.

Given the situation of the Amazon warriors, the likely outcomes were either dissolution or annihilation.

It was better to just continue living as before.

But contrary to his wishes, there were still a large number of tribal residents in the ancient city.

During his escape, Sean kept encountering them and most of the tribal residents would scream and shout upon seeing him, then grab anything at hand to attack him!

Although a minority of them would run away at the sight of Sean, they would still loudly alert others, much to Sean’s frustration!

So wherever he appeared, those warriors returning from a hunt or alerted to the news would cling to him like a curse that couldn’t be shaken off!

This forced Sean to engage in a massacre. He felt he had killed more people that day than on all previous days combined!

However, he didn’t regret it, grateful that, amidst the killing, he had inadvertently made his way out of the ancient city.

Although a few stubborn stragglers still pursued him doggedly, they were no longer a significant threat.

Entering the jungle without the mass assault of many foes, Sean moved like a bird into the woods, quickly disappearing from the warrior’s sight.

Without the High Priest to guide them, the warriors, although adept at tracking, soon lost Sean’s trail and had to return unwillingly to the ancient city.

Protecting the tribe was the utmost priority.

Watching the last warrior leave sullenly hundreds of meters away, Sean let out a long breath, relieved at last from the chaos.

At the moment, two Amazon warriors on the periphery of the ancient city had already witnessed a battlefield strewn with the dead and wounded.

They exchanged a look, their eyes blazing with the fires of war.

Bound by almost genocidal hatred with this tribe, if they could take advantage of the chaos and the weakened enemy to gain an edge...

But in the end, Aiwa’s mission brought back their senses, and amidst the turmoil, the two warriors sneaked into the city to obtain more accurate documents.

Then, they were spotted by returning tribal warriors, who, with nowhere else to vent their fury, immediately chased the two female warriors into the jungle!

All of this was unknown to Sean, who slowed his pace and headed deeper into the jungle.

At that time, Sean was not trying to determine his direction; he just wanted to get as far from the battlefield as possible.

Although his body didn’t feel tired, he was mentally exhausted—having taken on the role of a bandit and killed so many people, Sean needed to find a place to rest properly.

Of course, he didn’t regret it. After all, if one were to take the moral high ground, he felt that fighting against a cannibal tribe wasn’t in the wrong.

But such psychological hurdles couldn’t simply be dismissed with a few words, so he decided to find a place to unwind.

He walked until nightfall, encountering and killing a few oblivious animals along the way. Sean found a relatively flat area, sprinkling soil tinged with the feces of a Siberian Tiger around the perimeter—an item he had acquired on a rescue mission for his brother, Oscar Knight.

He also strung up iron wire mesh and set up alarm equipment around the area before finally resting comfortably inside his tent.

Any animals that came close, upon detecting the pungent smell, quickly fled.

This included jaguars.

Sean slept soundly in his tent, waking up to a bright new day. It had been a long time since he had slept like this—with his ability to absorb energy, Sean’s sleep quality had always been excellent, requiring only four to six hours to feel perfectly rested.

This time, he slept nearly ten hours. When he woke up, he was incredibly hungry.

Any mental discomfort had vanished after that restful sleep.

In a world where the jungle law of survival of the fittest prevailed, there was no need for guilt.

Sean emerged from his tent to find the surroundings quiet except for the occasional chirping of insects.