CHAPTER 196: CHAPTER 177: THE CYCLOPS RACE’S TRAGEDY

In the forest path of Giant Peak Mountain, a majestic team of Cyclops was weaving through.

At this moment, almost every Cyclops here was covered with countless scars, large and small, looking shocking to the eye.

Even though fatigue was already etched on their faces, it could not stop their determined steps forward.

Because ahead on the road lay their warm home;

Because their families were waiting for their triumphant return at home;

Waiting for them to bring back the exhilarating news of their overwhelming victory against the Demon Race.

At the forefront of the team, a young Cyclops asked the sturdy Cyclops beside him:

"Father, is this really worth it for us?"

Even though it wasn’t the first time asking, the young Cyclops couldn’t help but repeat the question.

Remembering how the Cyclops Race had nearly sent tens of thousands of warriors for support, and now less than a few thousand were returning alive, not even a tenth of their original numbers.

Thinking of those sacrificed Cyclops, including the elders he admired and the companions he grew up with, the young Cyclops’s face was filled with sorrow.

Camola looked at his son with a forlorn expression, sighing:

"Moda, I’ve said this many times, and this is the last time I will address your question."

"If we can’t even protect the homeland we depend on for survival, when the Demon Race rules the continent, how many of our people do you think will be spared from their claws?"

Looking at his silent child, Camola continued:

"The answer is: none."

Then Camola, as if explaining to the child or comforting himself, murmured:

"The sacrifices now ensure peace for the future, only this way can our race continue."

"If everyone hesitated and held back, unwilling to go all out, the outcome wouldn’t be what we see now."

As Camola spoke, he suddenly looked up through the branches at the azure sky, feeling emotional:

"How many races were exterminated in this war; how many strong ones fell among the various races in this war;"

Unknowingly, a layer of mist covered Camola’s single eye, he softly said:

"Who is there to ask if it was worth it for them?"

"Father!"

Kamoda, deeply touched, looked at his father.

For the first time, Kamoda saw this emotional and vulnerable side of his father.

The team behind also stopped following, and everyone gazed at the blood-soaked silhouette.

At this moment, he was no longer the fearless iron War God on the battlefield, but merely an ordinary Clan Leader.

An ordinary Giant grieving the calamity endured by the Hundred Races.

Under Camola’s lead, cherishing beautiful hopes for the future, they walked through the stone cave into the Teleportation Array.

Originally, on the other end of the Teleportation Array, clansmen waiting to welcome them were expected.

Yet what Kamola saw made tears surge from his single eye instantly.

When one Cyclops after another returned to this long-yearned-for land, cries of agony erupted into the space.

"Who did this!"

Kamola’s single eye burned with fiery anger, he roared mightily.

Even facing a million Demons of the Demon Race;

Even entering danger time and again;

Even confronting life and death countless times;

Even when the One-Eyed Race nearly perished on the anti-demon battlefield...

Kamola had always remained composed.

But such an unflinching man, witnessing the scene before him, had flames of fury surging in his chest.

At this moment, Cyclops were charging towards the flattened village in their grief,

"Father, Mother~"

"My son!"

...

In a dim, damp Water Prison, Lin Yi and others were deeply moved listening to Kamoda’s narration.

At this moment, several girls present were already in tears, even the naive Wang Zixin was affected, showing a face of sorrow.

Although Mari Kyoko often came here to chat with Kamoda.

It was the first time hearing Kamoda speak these words.

Perhaps driven by a woman’s intuition, Mari Kyoko looked at Kamoda in disbelief, cautiously asking:

"Who did this? The Demon Race?"

Mari Kyoko longed to hear Kamoda say it was.

But to her disappointment, Kamoda looked at her apologetically, then revealed the secret hidden for hundreds of years:

...

"Orochi Tribe!"

Camola incredulously looked at the figure walking through the air, questioning with endless anger from his single eye:

"Was it you?"

In the void, a ghastly man with eight snake heads spoke in a sinister tone:

"That’s right, it was me."

"Why!"

Before the other could finish speaking, Camola was already roaring with anger.

Unable to understand why, being one of the Hundred Races of Rafam Continent, they didn’t fight on the frontlines against the Demon Race, but instead, struck such a cruel blow to their own race.

Incomprehensible, utterly baffling!

Camola’s single eye instantly filled with red.

"Boom"

His body instantly turned into a cannonball, and in a blink, he was in front of the ghastly man, roaring:

"Go to hell!"

Kamoda saw below, crying out sadly:

"Father!"

A fiery fist came charging straight at Orochi’s face.

After the other had done such a thing, Camola no longer required any explanation.

Because no matter how reasonable the explanation, it couldn’t earn Camola’s forgiveness.

At this moment between the Cyclops and the enemy, there was only to-the-death struggle.

As the Clan Leader of the Cyclops Race, Camola possessed mighty Demigod Level strength.

In terms of power, Camola and Orochi were indeed evenly matched.

But alas, Camola’s body hadn’t recovered from the enormous depletion of the anti-demon battle.

How could Camola, in this condition, be a match for an Orochi at full strength?

As expected, Orochi easily dodged Camola’s attack.

After his punch fell short, Camola, just about to continue his attack, suddenly felt immense pain in his abdomen.

Orochi suddenly appeared before Camola, his fist pressing into Camola’s abdomen.

Camola crashed to the ground like a falling meteor, shaking the earth upon impact.

As the dust settled, Camola stood up battered in a huge crater.

He looked with bloodshot eyes at the arrogant figure hovering above,

"One day, I’ll have your Orochi Tribe pay the blood debt with blood!"

No one expected Kamoda to helplessly watch as Camola charged towards the nearby Orochi City and self-destructed.

The shrill wail from Orochi, the colossal explosion echoing between heaven and earth, even after hundreds of years.

Still rang in Kamoda’s ears, constantly echoing in his mind.

As the Clan Leader of the Cyclops Race, not dying on the anti-demon battlefield, but perishing at the hands of fellow members of the Hundred Races, how tragic!