Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies Chapter 1377: Humans VS the Tri-Eyed Clan

War had ignited in Nasha between humanity and the Tri-Eyed Clan.

However, it was more precise to state that the conflict was primarily between Zhang Yi and other external forces confronting the Tri-Eyed Clan.

The indigenous human population had long since surrendered any will to resist. Years of being hunted and preyed upon, coupled with the immense size difference, had rendered them completely incapable of fighting back.

Even when ensnared by a Tri-Eyed Clan member, they would merely tremble in terror, their spirit too broken to retaliate.

Zhang Yi, the Lord of the Charnel Ground, Gao Changkong, and the Knights of the Round Table stood as notable exceptions.

They possessed the requisite power to stand firm against these colossal adversaries.

Fierce engagements flared across numerous sectors of Nasha.

Zhang Yi was not alone in his combat; others were also embroiled in battle.

Yet, a distinct difference marked their actions.

Zhang Yi wielded the capability for long-range engagements via sniper shots, complemented by agile and fluid movement.

Those he eliminated never even discerned the origin of their attacker, even in their dying moments.

Zhang Yi regarded every Tri-Eyed Clan member with impartiality, never discriminating based on their power, age, or sex.

Each Tri-Eyed Clan member he identified was dispatched without a trace of compassion or mercy!

From the instant he witnessed their consumption of humans, Zhang Yi realized that peaceful coexistence between the two races was an impossibility.

This situation transcended notions of justice or morality; it was a primal struggle for sheer survival.

Through the Shadow Space, Chodak and his contingent could observe all unfolding events externally.

Chodak addressed Zhang Yi, stating, "Mr. Chaos, we implore you to permit us to join the fray!"

As the paramount warriors of the Pagyi Family, they had earned the privilege of entering the Demon Abyss alongside Zhang Yi.

Even when confronting formidable Tri-Eyed Clan soldiers, they demonstrated their capacity for combat.

Nonetheless, Zhang Yi firmly denied their request.

"Your intervention now would only introduce complications. Exercise patience; your designated roles will arise in due course."

Even Zhang Yi himself was not exerting his full capacity; he was engaged in assessing the latent strength of Nasha.

As for expendable units like Chodak and his group, they were essentially reserve assets, intended for deployment to sow discord during critical junctures.

Preservation of these assets was naturally paramount.

Upon hearing Zhang Yi's words, Chodak and his men interpreted his caution as concern for their safety, filling them with profound gratitude.

Zhang Yi remained indifferent to their sentiments.

He was relishing the act of killing, dispatching one Tri-Eyed Clan member with each shot.

Combined with his exceptional stealth, even potent Nasha entities who detected anomalies could not pinpoint his location.

Elsewhere, Zhang Yi could perceive the energy signatures of the Lord of the Charnel Ground and his allies.

Inevitably, the release of power from their supernatural abilities was conspicuous.

The Lord of the Charnel Ground, Gao Changkong, and other Knights of the Round Table, such as Lancelot, were locked in intense combat with Nasha's superhuman forces.

Only Zhang Yi abstained from direct engagement, instead discretely eliminating Tri-Eyed Clan members from elevated vantage points.

Civilians, warriors, males, females, the aged, the young—each fell to a single, precise bullet.

Before long, the tally of individuals vanquished by his hand surpassed one thousand!

He maintained extreme diligence, relocating after every few shots, consciously avoiding concentrated kill zones. This strategy also served to elude detection by Nasha's powerful inhabitants.

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In stark contrast to Zhang Yi's effortless and exhilarating progress, the other combat groups faced considerable adversity.

Initially, they too had maintained a low profile within Nasha, awaiting an opportune moment to strike.

However, the commencement of the City-Wide Blood Sacrifice compelled all Nasha's inhabitants to scour every inch of the terrain, voraciously seeking delectable human prey.

Consequently, they were compelled into action.

Notably, the Monk Soldiers from Sangha Monastery, who already viewed Nasha as a bastion of evil and harbored intense loathing, initiated assaults upon witnessing the massacre of humans.

Conflicts erupted across various fronts.

Despite being outmatched in sheer size, these formidable superhumans, leveraging their unique abilities and superior weaponry, managed to inflict substantial casualties upon Nasha's populace.

On Nasha's side, apparently caught off guard by the human counteroffensive, they sustained considerable losses of both citizens and soldiers in a brief span.

Word of these developments swiftly reached the Holy Spirit Hall.

Within the royal chambers, a Tri-Eyed Clan member who appeared remarkably youthful occupied the throne.

His facial features were somewhat refined, his eyes narrow and piercing, a verdant tail resting casually upon the armrest. With one hand supporting his cheek, he passively absorbed the report from his subordinate.

"During this city-wide Blood Sacrifice, our citizens were actually counterattacked by those hairless rats. Some of these hairless rats are particularly peculiar—they are clad in finely crafted armor and wield weapons possessing a notable degree of lethality, inflicting no small number of casualties among our soldiers."

A soldier commander knelt on the ground beneath the throne, his head bowed extremely low as he relayed the unfolding situation to the Prince seated upon it—Nasha Anleet.

His considerable bulk cast a vast shadow across the opulent palace hall, yet even with his head lowered, he still appeared scarcely shorter than Prince Anleet himself.

This Prince of Nasha possessed a considerably more delicate build compared to the typical Tri-Eyed Clan members, standing at a mere five meters tall.

However, his physique was more slender and elegantly proportioned, lacking the brawny musculature of the commander kneeling before him, instead exuding a natural, aesthetically pleasing grace.

The royal bloodline of Nasha was marked by exceptionally distinctive traits.

They were born with smaller statures yet possessed far greater innate power.

Consequently, no one dared to underestimate them on account of their size.

This was particularly true for Prince Anleet, who, from his earliest days, had demonstrated an incredibly potent talent.

At the tender age of seven, he had already bested several of his martial arts instructors, earning renown as a formidable martial artist throughout all of Nasha.

Anleet listened impassively to the soldier commander's report, all the while idly manipulating a black combat suit within his grasp.

His expression remained cold, suggesting a face naturally incapable of conveying emotion.

A subtle glint of interest flickered in his eyes as he observed the strange yet exquisite components of the combat suit.

He paid no heed to the kneeling commander below, instead directing his gaze towards an elderly man standing in another area, distinguished by his silver-white hair and somewhat stooped posture.

"Grand Scholar, have you perchance encountered any mention of these hairless rats?"

The Grand Scholar, esteemed as the most learned individual in all of Nasha, presided over the national library and possessed knowledge spanning numerous forgotten histories and academic disciplines.

Upon hearing Prince Anleet's inquiry, he inclined his head and responded, "Your Highness, many ages ago, these hairless rats were our retainers, seeking power from us while pledging their flesh, blood, and unwavering loyalty. In recompense, we bestowed upon them the formidable power of the Tri-Eyed Clan."

"They learned the arts of warfare and the wielding of weapons, and to this very day, they persist as our devoted servants."

"However..."

He adjusted the spectacles perched on his nose, scrutinizing the combat suit held by Prince Anleet.

Then, with a shake of his head, he stated, "Such an item has never been documented within any known texts. I shall need to return and meticulously comb through our archives to ascertain if any passage has been overlooked."

Prince Anleet continued to turn the diminutive combat suit over in his hand. To him, it appeared no larger than an infant's undergarment.

"Ah, then proceed with your leisurely examination. I find myself quite intrigued by these individuals."

With a dismissive wave of his hand towards the kneeling soldier commander, he declared, "This is the occasion of my wedding, and the city must be pacified with utmost haste. Go forth, summon General Chidorian, and command him to bring his forces to eradicate these hairless rats."

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