Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave novel Chapter 4052

Decker's eyes lit up. "Let's go there!"

"What's happening?" the Snake Goddess asked.

"There is an entire race to be sacrificed and there will be a lot of Arcana. I wonder whether you are interested in making a move or not," said Decker.

The prey on the Night View Island was not enough. There would often be wars among the various races. The races that lost would become captives, and the only fate of being captured was to be sacrificed.

All the people present had experienced a lot of fights. They understood the cruelty on the Night View Island.

Since the members of a whole race were to be sacrificed, the number of Arcana to be produced was large.

Zen and his group didn't get many Arcana–now was their chance.

"Let's go and take a look," suggested Zen.

Fuxi and the others nodded. That night, they quietly left the cave and headed south.

Miserable screams echoed from two mountains away. The distance wasn't far from them.

When Zen and his group climbed over the first mountain, white hairs slowly flew towards them, coming from the mountain's side.

Although the Ghost Powder could hide the aura of life energy, they could still attract white-haired monsters as long as they moved.

Everyone stopped moving and stood like statues. The white-haired monsters then disappeared, and they continued with their journey.

Near a lake at the foot of the mountain, hundreds of creatures appeared trapped, bound by silver chains.

They didn't have Ghost Powder on their bodies and the silver chains disabled their every move.

Out of nowhere, the white-haired monsters appeared like sharks that had smelled blood, devouring the poor creatures.

The number of creatures that each white-haired monster swallowed was limited to ten. After that, the monsters turned into a pile of white hairs and gradually dissipated–leaving behind many Arcana.

The remaining creatures trembled as they saw their companions being swallowed little by little. Their chests were filled with fear as the blood of different colors splashed out from the horrible scene.

Screams, pleas, and the sound of kowtows rang one after another, yet no one could save them...

Flocks of bird-like creatures stood by the lake. Their wings were folded on their backs and they possessed sharp claws. Their bodies were similar to a human's. Their claws each held a sharp wooden stick, with the end smeared with thick black poison.

"Glede Demon race!" Decker exclaimed in surprise.

"I feel that they are very strong," Pearson said.

"It's one of the strongest races on the Night View Island," Decker said with a complicated expression. "But that's not the problem. How dare they catch so many races and sacrifice them all!"

"Why, aren't they supposed to do that?" Pearson was confused.

For both the Grand Pure Realm and the Supreme Pure Realm, the weak races were like helpless fish on a chopping board; they were always slaughtered by stronger races.

Since the Glede Demon race was very powerful, they wouldn't have any difficulty sacrificing their captives.

The Snake Goddess figured out Decker's point. "If they sacrifice so many creatures at a time, it might cause a backlash..."

"Exactly." Decker nodded.

Sacrificing the defeated races often happened on the Night View Island, but it was rare to see several races sacrificed at a time.

Even the Red Demon race and the Grand Mighty race which were at par with the Glede Demon race on the Night View Island wouldn't do that.

The weak races were not idiots themselves. They were connected, and some of them had close associations.

Any force sacrificing several races at a time would cause a large number of weak races to team up as allies.

After allying, there would be a reshuffling of powers among the forces on the Night View Island.

Such things had happened several times in history. The top-ranked races were killed by the alliance every time. As time passed, the alliance fell into a state of disunity, and finally, the situation returned to its original state.