The God of Jesters
Chapter 657 - 10.02.5 We can only harvest.

Chapter 657: 10.02.5 We can only harvest.

Wajih Al-Hadid, a false name that the Blood Sword Monarch picked up fears the pursuit of that accursed family that has ruined his life for the last century. As for his real name? Wajih can’t recall it properly, he just keeps it hidden in his heart as he slogged through the land of Azad, making countless names for himself, but the one he preferred the most was still Wajih Al-Hadid, which had its history though that can be left for later.

Currently, in the seas, Wajih’s ship sailed for days on end, a time which he used to finesse his control over the swords he had created. It’s never so easy to borrow the strength of other bloodlines, and each time he used it, an appropriate price was required on his end, a price that can be lowered once he had mastered the blade or talent to the extreme, but it never goes away.

It was a good enough exchange in his eyes. But it doesn’t mean he will take this lightly. The only reason his clan was annihilated was that the flaw of his bloodline was noticed by that enemy of theirs. Even with all they could hide, the potential of their blood, and the deity they followed, the enemy with that one weakness was able to annihilate his entire clan.

And if not for his mother’s support that night, he would have died as well. This is why the secret of his blood was paramount to everything, he can’t let it be learned by others, not anymore that is.

So for now, he had to master his talents and hide their true nature, and others really believed Wajih’s true talent was for creating swords out of blood and nothing more.

And since the last two days, when he was not practicing his control over the swords, Wajih was busy researching the small bit of dust he created using Farhad’s blood, which fascinated him a bit. ’What a wonder.’ Even though it was so minuscule that a normal person wouldn’t be able to feel it, Wajih who had a knack for Iron extracted from blood felt the horror of that grain of iron. ’It seems to contain warmth and death... sadly, its too small for me to check what it can do.’ This is what Wajih thought, but from the looks of it alone, he knew that the owner of this blood might be his only chance at getting back against the monster that had risen to the ranks of Legend.

’You will come after I hunt the third son.’ Since they were in the waters of the Irfan Fateh, the speed of their boat was far slower than before, but their destination never changed, not at all. Knowing, and from the looks of it, they were not alone. On these abandoned and dangerous parts that were barely ever frequented, certain pirate ships or other small ships would appear from time to time, always carrying powerful experts on them, and their destinations were always the same.

But barely anyone stayed after feeling the bloodlust of Wajih, whose gaze alone made them change their direction.

Which was good, as all of them were here for the same purpose, and going to fight at this moment might either bring the wrath of the Islanders of the Alliance or the currently active military of Cynark who seemed to be going around with monsters in their group, hunting the serpent every time it awakens.

Or so the news he had heard. And from this news alone, Wajih also understood that harvesting is probably their purpose as well. Explaining how this legendary monster had been able to live for so long, only being sealed and nothing.

Though, it was at this point, that Wajih felt something... bizarre in the air. "What?" Although it was night at the moment and these were uncharted waters that ever never frequented beside some ragtag group of smugglers or pirates, it was bizarre to think that there was something so huge floating in the sky.

"What is it?" He thought, looking at the horizon where he witnessed the scene, before his eyes were blinded, and a huge explosion shook the waters. "Seems like we have arrived... at an inopportune time.’ There should be a distance of fifty kilometers between them, but for beings with a Domain like the serpent or his enemies, this distance can be easily covered with a simple thought.

"Go into the camouflage, overturn the ship, and hide for now," Wajih spoke, his words ironclad, making his men and the two engineers help him turn the ship upside down after entering the cabin. Considering it didn’t have a mast and the camouflage that was put on it, the ship really melded into the ocean. This was further supported by the illusion formations and some defensive ones, all built to endure what was to come.

"Keep my directions in your mind... don’t rush, don’t fight, and survive." For the moment, Wajih chose the cowardly approach, he had already told his men what to do in case they did find themselves close to a war between the legendary beings, which was to hide and make full use of the capabilities of their ship.

They were not here for assassination or war, they were here to pick up some lost cargo and nothing more. So fighting would be the last thing they would do.

’But who is fighting that monster? I don’t seem to have seen any ships close by.’ Usually, the military ships will be at a close distance from the monster whenever it is hunted by the Legends. But this time, being so close, Wajih saw nothing.

’So not the Cynark... a good opportunity.’ If it was not Cynark, then it would only leave the second strongest part of these waters, the Alliance.

Which was one hundred percent correct.

Into the far distance, Dragon was currently being besieged by multiple legends and even four totems.

Unlike Cynark, which follows the rule of Churches and the Major gods, the gods worshiped in the Irfan Fateh Alliance were countless. Most are just totemic gods and nothing more, with their strength only existing in numbers, not quality. And being island gods, barely any of them can move from their islands due to connecting their domain with the material plane.

Leaving them in a mostly defensive state and nothing more, the ones that could move were few and far between, and at this moment around ninety percent of them have arrived to besiege the beast.

Though calling it a siege would be too much.

"We can help you... there is no need to fight." Spoke to a man wearing a goat skull on his face and a tall robe.

"Take me for a fool, the chains, I haven’t forgotten what your kind did two millenniums ago, I won’t fall for the trick again." The serpent flew into a rage, lightning dancing around its body with each jerk of its muscles and the very seas boiling around its existence, while the heaven cries rivers under its existence.

The more the serpent dies, the stronger it becomes which in turn increases its madness with each rebirth.

"This is not working." Around six legends were directly confronting the beast, though the most they could do was survive under the onslaught of the serpent, while the four Totems supported the six from the side.

"He is going to make an enemy out of everyone, and will end up like always... this fool, if he can learn to work together, we can annihilate the Cynarkians in one fell swoop." The Irban Fateh alliance lacked any true powerhouses, leaving them passively defending homes, but if they could have this serpent on their side, then they could cleave their way to Rudrain and kill all those that had oppressed them for centuries.

But that wouldn’t happen if Dragon kept struggling against even them.

"Words don’t work on him... we have no way to chain him down, unlike last time. What do you propose then?" Spoke the fish-scaled woman named the Blue-eyed Siren, also a totem capable of moving seas, but for now, she only used her domain from time to time to save the legends that were keeping the serpent occupied.

"They have killed him a bit too many times, there is really not much we can do... besides harvest him like others." Spoke the goat-headed man, a God of Voodoo, born from the resentment of spirits abused by other voodoo practitioners in the name of ancient spirits, its name was Wardlog the Crucifier, the peak deity among those awake at the moment.

And also the one that had been the headache on Cynark’s side for ages. "I would require all your help."

"No worries, just end him, the last time I drank his blood, I had only risen to this level." With those words, the Blue-Eyed siren slit her throat, and so did the surrounding totems, causing their bodies or vessels to pummel to the ground, dead.

But with that sacrifice, the goat-masked man whistled a bit, causing the corpses to float again into the air and then. "Your body will rot, your heart will melt, your eyes will die... I command the execution of the deity poison on the one named Dragon, the immortal serpent." With those words, the legends backed off the serpent, who looked at the goat-headed man, already aware of what was going to happen next.

"I will devour you... your entire lineage." With those words came his death, as his body weakened till reaching the level of a weak legend rank serpent, easily butchered by the surrounding Legends. "Throw the biggest piece around his head away... don’t touch any important organs, the rest can be taken."