Chapter 3151 Choice
Chapter 3151 Choice
Chapter 3151 Choice
Deep in the Beastman Race, the scene was much less calm. Roars, growls, and other bestial noises echoed continuously and without pause.
The Beastman Race was an odd one. It was said that they were an attempt at experimentation by the God Beasts of Creation that ultimately ended in "failure" But this failure led to one of the strongest Races in all of Existence.
They had the nimbleness of mind of humanoid Races and the strength of body of beasts. Of course, it wasn't so exaggerated.
The Beastmen were still known for their slow-wittedness and lack of intelligence. However, where this "nimbleness" of mind truly played out was in the comprehension of Forces.
Beasts could only rely on their instincts and slowly increase their Dimension grade by grade to reach greater heights. The only exceptions to this were in situations like Blackstar's case, where he had a direct example to rely on, and he also followed a path that allowed Mimicry, putting him in a unique situation to observe and learn in the first place.
However, because of this odd combination, despite how ubiquitous Weapon Forces were, Beastmen rarely used them. In this case, they were a lot like their Beast counterparts, and they didn't seem to have much affinity for the path at all.
That said... rarity didn't imply that there were none of them at all who did so, and this was precisely the reason why there was such a battle ongoing now.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om
The Beastmen seemed to be split into two factions, one of which wanted to send their best to the Idol Battlefield, and the other of which didn't want to at all.
And honestly... both sides had their points.
Those that were opposed felt that this was an opportunity for the Beastmen to gain an advantage on the ground. Why send their most talented when they would be at a disadvantage anyway? It was best. to keep them here, press their advantage, and deal with the fallout that came afterward. Those that were for sending them to the battlefield pointed out that this "fallout" certainly wouldn't be easy to handle. After all, the Idol Battlefield was the greatest opportunity available in Existence. Those that returned alive would have a huge boost to their power and would usually have enough strength to affect the outcomes of entire Races by then.
To miss the opportunity didn't make any sense.
His dragon head was adorned with horns and a mighty presence. Every time he spoke, heating air sparked and flashed.
"If he's going, I'm going:
A young man with the head of a white tiger vanished after him.
"What Fist and Palin Force? I'm going to show the world the might of Claw Force!" Azhgar's roars filled the skies.
"If you want to brag, at least finish forming it first, the white tiger young man said indifferently. "I WILL!" Azhgar didn't seem mad at all. In fact, he only laughed more loudly.
The young man who followed after, Vaclgor, was much calmer, a massive great sword hanging from his back that was even taller than himself, who stood at over five meters.
He had always intended to go, but since Azhgar couldn't be bothered to wait for the elders... why should he?
With a flash, these two geniuses of the Beastmen disappeared before their Ancestors could react. The Beastmen looked toward one another and shook their heads. They could only hope that these two would come back alive.
The Beastmen weren't the only ones having arguments about whether or not to send people. Among this number were two familiar parties... the Sylvans and...
The Barbarian Race.
In the end, it wasn't so clear what the Sylvans chose to do. It seemed they had obstructed views of their decision using a special, unknown method.
However, the choice of the Barbarian Race was quite an interesting one, especially given their current situation. But maybe it was only natural they live up to their name.
Deep in the Beastman Race, the scene was much less calm. Roars, growls, and other bestial noises echoed continuously and without pause.
The Beastman Race was an odd one. It was said that they were an attempt at experimentation by the God Beasts of Creation that ultimately ended in "failure" But this failure led to one of the strongest Races in all of Existence.
They had the nimbleness of mind of humanoid Races and the strength of body of beasts. Of course, it wasn't so exaggerated.
The Beastmen were still known for their slow-wittedness and lack of intelligence. However, where this "nimbleness" of mind truly played out was in the comprehension of Forces.
Beasts could only rely on their instincts and slowly increase their Dimension grade by grade to reach greater heights. The only exceptions to this were in situations like Blackstar's case, where he had a direct example to rely on, and he also followed a path that allowed Mimicry, putting him in a unique situation to observe and learn in the first place.
However, because of this odd combination, despite how ubiquitous Weapon Forces were, Beastmen rarely used them. In this case, they were a lot like their Beast counterparts, and they didn't seem to have much affinity for the path at all.
That said... rarity didn't imply that there were none of them at all who did so, and this was precisely the reason why there was such a battle ongoing now.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om
The Beastmen seemed to be split into two factions, one of which wanted to send their best to the Idol Battlefield, and the other of which didn't want to at all.
And honestly... both sides had their points.
Those that were opposed felt that this was an opportunity for the Beastmen to gain an advantage on the ground. Why send their most talented when they would be at a disadvantage anyway? It was best. to keep them here, press their advantage, and deal with the fallout that came afterward. Those that were for sending them to the battlefield pointed out that this "fallout" certainly wouldn't be easy to handle. After all, the Idol Battlefield was the greatest opportunity available in Existence. Those that returned alive would have a huge boost to their power and would usually have enough strength to affect the outcomes of entire Races by then.
To miss the opportunity didn't make any sense.
His dragon head was adorned with horns and a mighty presence. Every time he spoke, heating air sparked and flashed.
"If he's going, I'm going:
A young man with the head of a white tiger vanished after him.
"What Fist and Palin Force? I'm going to show the world the might of Claw Force!" Azhgar's roars filled the skies.
"If you want to brag, at least finish forming it first, the white tiger young man said indifferently. "I WILL!" Azhgar didn't seem mad at all. In fact, he only laughed more loudly.
The young man who followed after, Vaclgor, was much calmer, a massive great sword hanging from his back that was even taller than himself, who stood at over five meters.
He had always intended to go, but since Azhgar couldn't be bothered to wait for the elders... why should he?
With a flash, these two geniuses of the Beastmen disappeared before their Ancestors could react. The Beastmen looked toward one another and shook their heads. They could only hope that these two would come back alive.
The Beastmen weren't the only ones having arguments about whether or not to send people. Among this number were two familiar parties... the Sylvans and...
The Barbarian Race.
In the end, it wasn't so clear what the Sylvans chose to do. It seemed they had obstructed views of their decision using a special, unknown method.
However, the choice of the Barbarian Race was quite an interesting one, especially given their current situation. But maybe it was only natural they live up to their name.