I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 408: Choice in Despair

"Thomas! Michael!" Eric saw the state of his tribesmen clearly and shouted in heartache.

Arthur’s expression remained unchanged, as if everything around him was just a colony of ants.

Eric’s heart dropped to the bottom of the abyss. He looked up; Max had already started to struggle, and Arthur hadn’t even made a move yet.

The Dragon Race was the top of the food chain, one of the most powerful and ancient creatures. His tribe and his people - could it be that just because of his momentary softheartedness, they had to suffer this disaster?

Regret surged in his heart like a tide, almost drowning Eric. His eyes turned red, and he gritted his teeth, intending to cast a high-level magic that Evan had once taught him.

But as soon as he thought of it, he was pulled back to reality by the situation of his tribesmen. Casting it here, he wasn’t sure it wouldn’t affect them...

"Father and the others are fine for now. You get behind me first," Max said in a low voice, enunciating every word.

His large, powerful hand pushed Eric behind him, allowing no refusal, standing straight to resist the increasingly strong pressure ahead.

Only then did a crack appear in Arthur’s unchanging expression.

He sneered, his eyes filled with a chill, and stepped forward.

This time, he no longer held back. The magic and pressure of the Dragon Race on his body suddenly doubled, and the air became viscous.

The beastmen around who had just crawled up were like kites with cut strings, as if someone had smashed them in the face with a hammer. They flew far away, their heavy bodies crashing down.

Only those with powerful strength barely managed to steady themselves.

Michael and Grass gritted their teeth. Seeing Arthur walk into the yard, they suppressed the pain all over their bodies and dragged their steps forward. But after just a few steps, they couldn’t move anymore; standing in place took all their strength.

Max spat out a mouthful of blood; the force he had to bear was double that of the others. Even the strongest warrior of the Hadu tribe couldn’t withstand it, his bones creaking all over his body.

Even so, he still shielded Eric firmly behind him.

The light on his forehead grew stronger. At this moment, Max had used all his strength, but he couldn’t even launch an active attack.

Facing such a powerful enemy, he had absolutely no way to strike without hurting Eric. His partner’s life was in his hands; Max couldn’t dodge.

The more he acted like this, the stronger the anger in Arthur’s heart became. He raised his hand, and a giant red-gold spear appeared, thrusting toward Max with the momentum of a falling mountain.

Max roared and threw a punch to block the spear’s attack. All the beast origin power and blood in his body had almost reached a boiling state, and the spear stopped in mid-air.

Arthur sneered disdainfully. He clenched his hand from a distance, and the power of the spear skyrocketed.

Max’s whole body was dragged backward by the power of the spear, and the leaking residual force slammed into Eric.

Eric was only focused on casting magic for Max. His vision went black, and his body floated up uncontrollably.

"Eric!" Max turned his head and saw this scene. His eyes widened to the point of splitting, but his body couldn’t move. He brutally moved his hand away, giving up defense to pounce toward Eric.

Before his body even hit the ground, a shield was cast over him the moment he reacted. Eric didn’t suffer a painful fall; in fact, it wasn’t because his magic was powerful, but because someone had caught him first.

Before he could see clearly who had caught him, Eric saw the spear behind Max’s pouncing figure, moving even faster.

"Thorn Summoning! Natural Barrier Art!"

This was the first time he had reacted so quickly. Countless thorns quickly burrowed out of the ground, wrapping tightly around the spear according to their master’s will.

The shield that hadn’t been successfully cast initially was also draped over Max.

In the next second, the thorns were shattered into countless pieces by the immense power. Max was just one step away from holding Eric in his arms, but he was stabbed fiercely by the spear from behind.

Although the shield neutralized most of the power, Max still spat out fresh blood and collapsed.

Tears fell uncontrollably. The scene of Max falling was like a slow-motion film. Eric’s heart felt like it was being gnawed by ten thousand ants; the pain was excruciating.

He hadn’t cried when he transmigrated here with no family, he hadn’t cried when his house was desolate, but now seeing Max like this, Eric broke down.

"Max." He sobbed, trying to check Max’s wounds, but he couldn’t move at all.

He turned his head and saw that Arthur had arrived behind him at some point and was holding him tightly.

"What exactly do you want to do! Why are you doing this? I truly regret picking you up that day!" Eric scolded fiercely, struggling with all his might, but the arm around his waist was like cast steel, not moving an inch.

Arthur’s eyes trembled slightly, and he laughed in anger: "It doesn’t matter. So what if you regret it? From now on, you can only be my partner."

He stood up lightly, looking down at the surrounding beastmen, especially the Snow Wolf in front of him who had made him insanely jealous.

Max struggled to get up but stumbled into a half-kneel on the ground, covered in blood.

He looked up and glared at Arthur with extreme anger: "Give him back to me."

"He is my partner. He won’t have any relationship with you in the future." Arthur’s dark golden pupils seemed poisoned.

An angry roar rang out from behind Arthur. Eric turned his head in surprise. It turned out to be Galvin. He had managed to get so close. Anger combined with exertion made his face flush red as he swung his fist, jumped up, and rushed toward Arthur.

Arthur didn’t even turn his head. His fingers twitched slightly, and dozens of spears identical to the one before appeared, tightly surrounding Galvin and Max.

Galvin was in an even worse state than Max had been. His chest and back were stabbed fiercely several times. He lay on the ground convulsing, spitting out a large mouthful of blood containing fragments of internal organs.

He lay on the ground in pain, and only then did the spears stop attacking, the threat pausing around the two of them.

Eric no longer hated Galvin for being stubborn!

He was really afraid Galvin would just die like that; the wounds looked very severe: "Green Leaf Healing Art!"

He instantly cast dozens of healing spells in succession, landing them on Max and Galvin one by one. Only then did their conditions improve slightly.

The Dragon Race’s attack had severely injured the two, especially Galvin. Arthur, in his anger, hadn’t controlled his strength well and almost took his life. Luckily, Eric’s healing art was timely.

"Green Leaf..." His magic depleted, Eric couldn’t hold on anymore. His head hurt as if it were splitting open; he couldn’t use even a bit of magic. He held his head in pain.

Arthur’s expression changed, and he gritted his teeth in anger.

"You went to this extent for him? He’s just a Snow Wolf; he doesn’t deserve to be your partner!"

"No, you are not allowed to touch another finger of theirs." Eric smiled miserably: "I know I can’t beat you, but unless you turn me into a puppet, dying isn’t hard. You made such a big scene; surely it wasn’t just to get a corpse."

He looked at Max, who could only half-kneel among the spears, and Galvin, whose life or death was uncertain, barely holding onto a breath.

The large gate and the courtyard walls that the Dwarves had carefully built for him had all collapsed. The familiar tribesmen were either immobilized on the spot vomiting blood from the pressure or had fainted in the distance. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

The source of this tragedy was all because of him. Eric hated himself for being softhearted back then. Men by the roadside shouldn’t be picked up randomly; he clearly knew that...

Tears fell uncontrollably again. He could only shed tears; he couldn’t do anything else.

Arthur’s body stiffened, and the pressure and magic on him gradually retracted.

Michael and Grass, able to move, rushed over immediately.