Chapter 1623: Chapter 1623

1623: Chapter 1619: Feudal Era 1623: Chapter 1619: Feudal Era “It must be admitted that our greatest advantage nowadays is actually the hostile marine environment created by the Extreme Faction….”

Lu Ping’an strolled onto an island that once had beautiful scenery, but he refrained from wanton killing along the way.

He just silently collected some samples….

with the Courtyard present, he could move thousands of specimens without attracting any undue attention.

The corpses left by slaughter would cause immediate chaos locally, and under the current turbulent situation, it often takes days or even a month or two to confirm disappearances…

It’s possible that Fishmen just died of illness casually, or they killed and even devoured each other.

Afterward, Lu Ping’an realized he had been too conservative…

The more than three hundred specimens he took were not even noticed as missing, simply because the internal consumption and diseases alone accounted for several thousand within just a few days.

What’s more absurd is that there’s no household registration system here, everything is just chaotic.

Since no one knows who’s alive, naturally no one cares about their deaths.

While tracking and seeking the high-level creatures that took “Yizi,” Lu Ping’an also took away a lot of “resources” along the way.

The deeper he went, the more he realized the misery of these Fishmen…

These life forms were slaves to the Octopus, properties of high-level creatures and the Family Clan.

Their masters wouldn’t care about their life or death; those masters only cared about how much value they could generate before they died off completely.

Perhaps, the first batch of Fishmen, upon entering this world and encountering the increasingly toxic oceans, already experienced mass deaths.

Those who survived till now are the ones with certain resistance…

Yet they are still doomed to extinction; it’s just changed from sudden death to chronic death.

Lu Ping’an saw the despair and numbness in their eyes, these hunters of Sakura Island, were actually appearing as the innocent victims….

“Haha, they deserve it.” Lu Ping’an laughed heartily, quite unscrupulously.

Most of these Fishmen were free-range.

Lu Ping’an caught a few and astonishingly found out that their given tasks were to reproduce on land as quickly as possible, to produce slaves and properties that their masters could exploit.

Lu Ping’an also saw traces of Blood Sacrifice and Plane Gates…

He did not try to destroy them, since it was utterly meaningless, as the entire island was probably already filled with countless such sites.

“Tsk, to think I’d see Sea Forts on Earth, it’s really quite laughable…”

Lu Ping’an also saw “Coral Forts” constructed of wood, rebar, and concrete, which must be the dwellings of creatures of lord level or higher.

Clearly, these life forms have rebuilt their past social structures here.

The Octopus Tribe descendants have always been a fragmented feudal system, it could never possibly be a state-like or military system like in the Eastern Country.

Those “Warlords” would still obediently follow orders in this world, but in the Otherworld…

On Mercury 42, those Fishmen Leaders and Fishman Overlords don’t need much, if given a choice, who would want to turn their long life into consumables.

Now, those so-called Free Fish People, in the end, aren’t they just deserters?

Lu Ping’an said the “Poison Sea” accelerated the fall of Sakura Island, and that’s because those Fishmen Leaders, Overlord Descendants, had this need, an ambition to break free from “control.”

They need a territory outside their own realm, a place where they can develop independently and live safely.

Not to mention how crowded the regions directly connected to the Plane Gates already are, how brutal the “masters” from Exotic Realms can be, merely being directly linked to the Otherworld, where one can directly hear the orders of the Octopus Gods, is akin to a hellish work environment.

“Now being forced to attack humans, regardless of victory or defeat, once they enter the sea, their fate is sealed…”

Lu Ping’an pondered, acting, hunting.

He found an isolated Quasi-rule level creature, and just in an encounter, it disappeared without a trace.

He needed something beyond specimens, the thoughts and ideas of the middle-high tier enemies.

“I never expected that there would be unexpected gains from hunting in the wild…”

Lu Ping’an put his hands together, wiping off the fresh blood from his fingers.

Interrogation was quite easy, after all, he had Big Cat as a great teacher, and the opponent’s will was not that strong.

It only took a dozen minutes for the tears and blood to flow together.

“….Indeed, they have already started to spread out.”

This Poison Sea has physically isolated the headquarters of the vanguard from the main body of Australia, and even with Phantom Rays acting as ‘air buses’ for transport to and fro, their carrying capacity is limited.

With the Emperor far away and out of reach, these dispatched lords naturally develop their own ideas.

In the reality they have constructed for their nests, it’s made clear that mercenaries are given priority.

The headquarters still maintain authority and can forcefully order them to attack the continent, but after a period of time, when the connection between the two sides inevitably diminishes greatly, covert noncompliance is almost certain.

In reality, that Fishman Leader is filled with hatred…

Even as a middle-high tier Extraordinary, he is not immune to all poisons.

He also harbors some parasites and diseases that, even if unable to kill him, cause him excruciating pain and unbearable discomfort.

Moreover, everyone knows that as the ocean becomes more toxic, they are still forced to attack and enter the sea—essentially being driven to their deaths.

Those common Fish People, the Fishman Warriors, are the warriors of the Octopus Race, yet they are also the property of these lords; should they all perish, wouldn’t the lords be left penniless?

The reality of the Poison Sea drives these outsiders to increasingly desperate attacks on the land, particularly on island occupation…

They have not refrained from attacking those large continental nations, with the Expeditionary force even reaching Huaqi, yet all such ventures end with being driven back to the sea following early victories and nearly endless counterattacks.

With the current strength of the Vanguard Legion, attacking the continent is still insufficient.

They have indeed constructed altars as required, directly connecting to their homeland…

However, the progress is conspicuously subtle and rather slow, probably indicating that the lords themselves do not wish for an increase of otherworldly visitors.

Of course, there are many from the Loyalist Faction and War Zealots, but such beings are definitely in the minority within the loose feudal system of the Octopus Race.

It is likely that only when the Octopus Race escalates its efforts further, dispatching blood relatives or even Clones to take the role of Commanding General, will the tide of battle accelerate.

Lu Ping’an feels somewhat relieved; it seems that even if they managed to occupy Sakura Island, they would not be able to attack the continent in the short term.

After all, no one is foolish; even if a territory is temporarily seized, it would quickly be lost again to the sea.

Few are willing to undertake such a clearly doomed task, with the vanguard but losers in the ordeal.

Perhaps the most significant role of the Poison Sea is not to kill these outsiders but to effectively sever connections between these invaders.

The more they expand and disperse, the more their centripetal force diminishes.

“The main thing is to withstand the first wave, after which it will become increasingly easier to fight…”

Lu Ping’an makes a judgment based on the situation but then realizes he might have stated the obvious, as it seems to be the case for most wars.

Lu Ping’an organizes his “report” on one hand, and on the other, collects more intelligence…

He’s not the only high-tier human operative sneaking around this island.

Many similar reports will likely be submitted, but Lu Ping’an’s report will certainly carry the most weight.

And some facts further confirm the disloyalty of those “lords.”

“…Tsk, have they not come over yet?”

Lu Ping’an is strong, but not the strongest…

On such a battlefield, there are Quasi-Gods and those above eighth-tier, and they often occupy the best territories.

Lu Ping’an steps into the edge of their territory, yet still, nothing happens…

He vaguely feels that he is being watched and monitored but not attacked.

This very act of tolerance, in itself, is the greatest form of “disloyalty.”

Perhaps they also hope to reach an unspoken agreement with humanity’s top combat powers, keeping the killing confined to the low and middle tiers.

Looking back now, those high-tier powers spread out across the island, flying the flag of attacking various checkpoints, are in essence carving out their own kingdoms, avoiding direct control and command from their superiors.

Probably, the entire structure of the Octopus Legion on Sakura Island is now in disarray, such that even if a superior officer arrived, they would not know how to give orders.

And it is because of this “unspoken agreement” that Lu Ping’an can roam freely throughout this land.

Of course, the premise is still that he must not overdo it…

And under this tacit approval, Lu Ping’an quickly finds his target, the princess named Yizi, and her Fishman husband.