Is that a Wisp? Chapter 1432 We Can’t Fight Any Longer

Chapter 1432 We Can’t Fight Any Longer　　The Calamity Realm, the realm that Little Cally was the Realm Spirit of, was a fragment of the Kun Realm that had broken off in the past and developed into a whole realm over time, even going so far as to birth a Realm Spirit. 

Even if it was like a different entity, at the end of the day, Little Cally was like the Kun Realm Spirit’s child. If the Kun Realm Spirit was birthed, this would be the status quo. 

Currently, this was what the Mong Realm Spirit was gunning for. “I can swallow the Tilk Realm, rapidly digest it and then birth a new satellite realm. This would ensure we wouldn’t face any damages while also raising our foundation a little. Plus, the satellite realm would be helpful as it would create even more experts for us to throw into other realms.” 

“How many satellite realms are you planning to create?” The God King asked in response.

“Hmm…” The Mong Realm Spirit thought for a moment before speaking, “If I’m commenting based on the volume of the realm itself, the Tilk Realm is actually a tad bigger than me. So, I’ll be absorbing thirty to forty percent of its foundation while delegating the rest into satellite realms. I’ll make around 6-7 satellite realms.” 

“That means our laws would be strengthened by around thirty percent at the very least.” The God King smiled after hearing that. “Wouldn’t I become unrivaled after that?” 

“You sure would be.” The Mong Realm Spirit nodded in response. “Currently, even the Garg Realm Champion can barely resist you. With this increase in the strength of our laws, even he would become nothing before you.” 

“That means…” The God King’s eyes shone fiercely after that. “That bastard might be trying to obtain the Tilk Realm first. If the Garg Realm devours the Tilk Realm, there’s a small chance his strength might exceed mine.”

“If we’re careless, our golden age would also spell our doom.” The Mong Realm Spirit sighed. 

“No wonder.” The God King nodded before announcing, “Make preparations to wage war against the Garg Realm. We must first give them a crippling blow before we can devour the Tilk Realm. Otherwise, we’ll play right into their hands.” 

He then pointed at Tuka-N-Ketton and said, “You’ll take care of my son and find out details regarding that unknown God.” 

“Yes, God King!” Tuka-N-Ketton nodded before vanishing from the place. 

However, what everyone in the place had misunderstood was the fact that there was no unknown God here. It was just a result of Mon-Du-Badak memories being tampered with by Krune. 

The way in which he did this was pretty genius. After all, Krune first stole a fragment of the power that acted as Mon-Du-Badak’s mental defenses. 

He then added in the altered memories before launching the power back into Mon-Du-Badak. The stolen power returned to its rightful place as the modified fragments affected his memories as a whole. 

This left no traces behind. After all, there was no foreign power affecting Mon-Du-Badak’s mind. This was how even the God King didn’t notice anything amiss. 

Of course, if he actually investigated Mon-Du-Badak’s mind closely, he might be able to unearth some clues as the altered memories would be a bit rough around the edges, something that could be picked up by an expert of such a caliber. 

Though, it was due to his arrogance that he didn’t bother checking into Mon-Du-Badak’s mind. 

It could also be said that this was Little Cally’s revenge gradually coming into play. After all, it was unknown how much it had sacrificed to create the mystical Galki Race that allowed Krune to unleash this mysterious power that allowed him to steal the strength of his opponents. 

Having stomped Mon-Du-Badak to death, Krune looked around at the battlefield, gazing at the Tilk Realm Primal Gods before asking, “Are any Gods still alive in the Tilk Realm?” 

“No.” The Primal God in the lead shook his head, sighing before asking, “Lord, who are you?” 

“I won’t reveal my identity,” Krune said in response. “But, you can rest assured that I have no interests in the Tilk Realm. My enemy is the Mong Realm. That’s all.”

“Please allow us to honor you.” The Primal God bowed in response. “Even though our Tilk Realm has been devastated, we wouldn’t allow our savior to return empty-handed.” 

“I don’t need anything. But, I don’t mind having a look around,” Krune replied as he appeared before the Primal God.

The Tilk Realm immortals then brought Krune out of that Sub-Realm and into the Tilk Realm, causing Krune to become shocked. 

“The Tilk Realm is abundant with resources,” he said in surprise. 

“Yes,” The leading Primal God nodded. “The Tilk Realm had always been rich in resources. You can very well say that our realm produces the greatest amount of resources in the Greater Universe.”

“But you see…” He sighed as he continued, “Because of that, we’ve always been eyed by the other realms. It wasn’t just the Mong Realm that targeted us. The Garg Realm, the Dolk Realm, the Lak Realm, and even the Fon Realm have invaded us in the past. We’ve had long periods of constant war. But no matter what, throughout history, we’ve managed to produce enough geniuses to protect our realm.”

“Then, the Mong Realm began killing your geniuses in secret,” Krune spoke. 

“Yes.” The Tilk Realm Primal God sighed in sadness. “At that time, we weren’t aware of Soul Cultivation. And no matter what we tried, we weren’t able to find any traces of our opponent. After that, there was the Garg-Fon invasion that lasted for three thousand years. It was when we lost a quarter of our Gods.”

“Following it was the Dolk-Lak invasion where a majority of our Gods were severely injured.” The Primal God sighed. “And recently was the…”

“Mong Realm invasion,” Krune finished the Primal God’s words. 

“Yes.” Tears streamed out of his eyes as the Primal God choked on his emotions. “We didn’t even have time to recover from the constant invasions. And when the Mong Realm Champion directly killed so many of our Gods, the remainder were overwhelmed and annihilated soon after.”

“Now, there are just the surviving Primal Gods that are trying to protect our people.” He wiped his tears as he continued, “But, we are constantly failing. The Tilk Realm has lost all its strength.”

“We can’t fight any longer.”