Abyss Summoner-Chapter 306 - 301: Light and Darkness

Noon.

Warm sunlight shone on the Earth, the entire forest emitted a rich vitality, but in the natives’ camp, it was filled with blood and death.

The fire had just been extinguished, the surviving natives began to cry, not only the women and children, but even some adult men were shedding tears of fear.

Everything happened too suddenly.

The enemies before them appeared suddenly like phantoms, first breaching the fence with unknown weapons, followed by a bloody massacre. They didn’t know how many died in this invasion, the only certainty was that this place had been destroyed.

The fire destroyed nearly half of the camp’s houses, blackened corpses were found everywhere, their slow pace led to their doom in the sea of fire, without even a chance to be captured.

Everyone’s weapons were confiscated, food and resources were moved aside, this was a huge camp, though the fire destroyed some materials, the remaining amount was still astounding.

The scent of blood reached nearby areas, making some beasts restless, they lingered around, eyeing the scene, attempting to get a share.

However, beasts had sharp perception, besides food, they also sensed dense killing intent in the camp, making them pause, only daring to peek inside without taking an actual step forward.

In a spacious clearing, heads filled the area.

Natives were divided by gender, their hands respectively tied with ropes, losing the chance to escape. Among these people, it was difficult to find elderly natives.

In such harsh environments, aging meant inability to work and hunt. Besides dying from diseases, some were deliberately driven into the wild to fend for themselves, but the idea of elderly surviving in the wild was a naive dream; besides death, they had no other path.

Inferior civilization.

Chen Feng stood aside, gazing at these captives, thoughts flickered in his mind; these were slaves, destined to contribute labor, time, and even lives for the construction of the Economic Development Zone.

Meanwhile, a silhouette entered Chen Feng’s view.

Zhang Jianxiong was a talent.

This was an interesting discovery.

Lu Wei was still lacking some maturity, no matter how quickly his strength had surged, experience was there, lots still required learning.

But Zhang Jianxiong was different, compared to Du Men who focused solely on research, this subordinate who joined halfway was fiercely capable, like a loyal dog fulfilling every command of his master; though the analogy was unsavory, it was apt.

In this battle, half the credit belonged to Zhang Jianxiong, he didn’t stop on account of casualties, but persisted in the orders, killing recklessly, which directly broke the natives’ courage, laying the foundation for victory.

"He is a talent."

Chen Feng glanced at him indifferently, upon returning, he intended to appropriately grant him some power; indeed, compared to Wei Xun’s somewhat reckless command style, this veteran underworld leader was more shrewd and intelligent.

"Sir."

At that moment, a warrior walked over holding a list.

Evidently, these were the statistics.

"Begin reading." Chen Feng said indifferently.

Having just fused the Power of Faith from monsters, a trace of killing intent lingered around Chen Feng, which made the warrior somewhat fearful, yet he boldly spoke: "This time, we killed two hundred and sixty-seven enemies, captured seven hundred and thirty-six people; besides that, we lost twenty-seven people, forty-three lightly wounded, some injured have already been sent for treatment."

Deaths were inevitable.

The battlefield was full of uncertainties.

Despite Chen Feng’s ample preparations for this battle, even deploying the Magic Crystal Cannon, natives, as local residents, relied on traps and projectiles, causing some warriors to fall victim.

Twenty-seven lost their lives.

This was the bloodiest since the Economic Development Zone’s conflicts.

Chen Feng’s face wasn’t pleasant, these were elite soldiers, each fallen was a lost unit, even he was affected emotionally, becoming irritable.

"Take them back to the camp, anyone causing trouble, kill without mercy!"

Killing intent!

Chen Feng’s order was no joke!

A group of warriors rushed out, driving the natives away. Everything here no longer had any relation to them, weapons, status, even family, nothing belonged to them anymore, their only identity was as Chen Feng’s slaves.

The cries rose sharply again.

When driven away from their homes, the natives began wailing loudly; evidently they foresaw something, unable to return to their homes, it was evidently a tragic thing.

No weaklings in war.

This was merely a clash of two civilizations.

One side winning, gaining it all, while the losing side lost everything.

Looking at the desolate camp behind him.

Chen Feng turned around and looked again at the slaves lined up like a long dragon, a victor’s smile crept up his lips.

These natives possess tremendous strength, their broad hands are almost twice the size of an adult’s. What does this signify? They can lift heavier tools and materials. When put to use, they are obviously the perfect construction slaves.

Natives and goblins working together, soon enough the Economic Development Zone will be transformed, and previously conceptual buildings can finally be realized.

The swarming insects felt like a stone pressing on Chen Feng’s chest. Before the disaster strikes, he must gather all his strength and build a fortress, only then can he fend off the impending calamity.

.........

Ten days.

Resources within a radius of thirty miles have been cleared out completely. In the Economic Development Zone, sunlight dried food is spread along three long streets, and nearly twenty tons of ore have been mined.

If it depended solely on ordinary people, this would clearly be an impossible task. However, with the help of professionals, it proved not as difficult as imagined.

By the later stage, the Undead Mage even converted a batch of Skeleton Warriors specifically for transportation.

The deceased natives provided a large amount of raw materials. The Skeleton Warriors, standing at over two meters tall, exhibited incredible explosive strength. In the same timeframe, one skeleton can completely rival three ordinary humans.

Tempted by this, Chen Feng even considered killing all the natives to turn them into skeletons.

In addition, after slaughtering one native camp, Chen Feng subsequently discovered three other strongholds. However, compared to the previous one, these had fewer people, and after a series of battles, Chen Feng acquired over twelve hundred slaves from them, indicating that his slave count was nearing two thousand.

The smaller native camps did not have any statues for worship. Evidently, Chen Feng’s plan to devour faith fell apart helplessly.

Ten whole days.

No matter how good it is here, the time to leave has come.

Although the Undead Mage predicted a timeline of fifteen days, Chen Feng’s cautious nature did not allow things to be cut so close.

The resources plundered these days are enough for the Economic Development Zone survivors to consume for a long time. Any further delay would be mere decoration, far from life-saving aid.

People should know to be content and find joy in it.

Of course, besides that, Chen Feng also plans to take refuge.

He swallowed the avatar of a powerful being and merged all of its Power of Faith, which is not much different from killing the being.

Endless vengeance.

Once they track him down, relying solely on Chen Feng’s current strength, he would merely be sending people to their deaths no matter how many there are.

Those above legendary rank cannot be perceived through conventional knowledge; in the Abyss, they are reserves for the Evil God. With some accomplishments and wit, they could build a Divine Kingdom at any moment.

For now, leaving early while the opponent isn’t prepared might reduce some unnecessary troubles.

Going home!

Upon learning this news, the happiest were the ordinary warriors. Although the environment here is nice and food is abundant, even with battles, there are excellent weapons, and the safety index isn’t an issue.

But compared to the Human World, this is ultimately an unknown dimension.

They don’t belong here, be it culturally or physically, they don’t fit in with everything here. At this moment, knowing they can finally go home, most people started cheering. Clearly, they missed home.

Besides that, some people began to pack their gear, with all their bags fully loaded. This isn’t stealing; Chen Feng once promised everyone could take away 2% of the obtained goods, and recently, he fulfilled his promise.

Although courier services were opened to send these materials to the warriors’ families first, most warriors still chose to carry them on their own backs.

Returning home wealthy.

For the warriors, their thoughts are simple—they want to live and then personally put the resources into the hands of their loved ones.

This world is starting to become simpler.

Compared to the peaceful era, the deceitful business competition, the scheming political struggles, in the apocalypse, most humans really don’t have time for such things.

Everyone’s thoughts are simple: live, and live well.

From initial despair to now having hope, it’s a feeling hard to describe with words, and ironically, what brought hope to people was Chen Feng hidden in the dark corners.

Humans in the apocalypse, like a swarm of slugs.

Sunshine is nice, but the hot temperature can evaporate their blood, turning them into dried corpses. Compared to sunshine, perhaps darkness suits them better.

Light and darkness.

Which represents justice, which represents evil, in this chaotic apocalypse, nothing can be judged by common sense.