Chapter 1346: The New World Order 6

However, even with Gaia at their throats, they were a thousand times unwilling to directly initiate any form of hostility with Draco.

It was now obvious to them that the period in which the ancestor cut off contact with them must have been a time where they had some form of direct conflict with Draco, leading their Ancestral Makers to suffer extreme losses.

Because of this, the Ancestral Makers likely initially planned to completely abandon them straight up, feeling them a useless burden but then changed their minds and decided to 'activate' them as sleeper agents to perform one final suicidal act like death soldiers.

They had no concrete evidence yet, but they unanimously came to this assumption after witnessing the entrance of the trio compared to the events that happened previously. Given how Gaia was also pressing down on them without a care, they couldn't help but feel cold in their hearts.

Like Lineage members, Primordial Descendants were extremely loyal to their ancestors, both out of natural filial duty and due to bloodline connection. They were also usually happy to stand before the enemies of their ancestors head on even if it meant that it would buy them more time.

But as they always said, comparisons are odious.

The Lineages, who had previously been a fractured and infighting mess had been forcibly cleaned up and united by Draco and his two wives, leading them to grow in power so much that they could literally announce themselves to the world and reshuffle global power.

Yet their ancestors did not even dare stick their heads out one inch from Gaia's secret realm.

Not only that, it seemed that every time that Draco and their ancestors clashed, their side always took huge losses while the fellow was still able to jump about with energy, making them wonder if there was really any chance of winning.

Now, their ancestors had decided to cut them off and then reconnect only to use them as pawns. If it was one or the other alone, either cutting them off or using them as pawns, it would be mostly fine as they would understand, but to do both?

Just how little was their worth in the eyes of their ancestral makers? To be abandoned wholly and then later picked up to be used as a shield to 'annoy' the enemy, not even to achieve success.

This was something that even the biggest simp couldn't tolerate, much less powerhouses in their own right like these fellows.

The four main leaders of the Primordials Descendants were under the most pressure as their people glanced to them for guidance, not sure what to do under the dual pressure of Draco's gaze and Gaia's prodding.

And likewise, the four main leaders suddenly fixed their gazes helplessly upon Gerald, the oldest among them and the one who was nominally their leader.

Gerald himself felt like cursing up a storm.

These fellows were extremely mouthy and unruly during family meetings, always challenging his words or making difficulties for him in guiding their group, barely acknowledging him as the leader. Now that trouble had come and a terrible decision had to be made, they suddenly remembered he existed?!

Still, the actions of the others had worked as most gazes now rested upon him, even Draco's. Since the other Primordial Descendants looked at him as if he was the final shot caller, everyone assumed that he was, so Gerald now had to make a decision with little time to think over the consequences.

QTE time!Make the decision fast!

Option 1: Heed the calling of the Earth Mother and rise up, accusing Draco of crimes against the natives of this world and launching a brave assault on his forces, dying brutally in the process without harming a hair on his head.

Option 2: Resist the calling of the Earth Mother and rise up, turning to flee as fast as your legs could carry you, hoping that you could make some form of escape under the eyes of someone with omnipresence. Even if you do escape, Gaia will boil you into soup using bloodline detonation from afar as punishment.

Gerald's brain had never calculated faster in his entire life. He even felt he achieved some sort of mental breakthrough, with his thoughts able to move at speeds he previously would have thought to be ridiculous.

He came to the conclusion that neither option was viable as they all lead to demise. The only way out he could think of was to take the risky option c and seek a sliver of a chance of survival for himself and his people.

With that in mind, Gerald seemed to relax greatly as he closed his eyes with a confident smile for a moment and then pushed himself into a standing position, his smile never wavering as he glanced at Draco directly.

Seeing his actions, the rest of the Primordials Descendants were deeply moved even though they also felt a hint of despair since they knew that no matter what, death was inevitable. Meanwhile, Gaia finally stopped pinging them crazily, seeming satisfied with Gerald's proactivity.

A shame, they—the Primordials—no longer needed nor could maintain these offshoots anymore, so they had to be put to good use first before forever cutting tires, so expending them here was the best and quickest resolution.

Draco raised an eyebrow, feeling intrigued by Gerald's sudden change from despairing to confident, even daring to stand up and stare him down. Did Gaia's bloodline compulsion finally take hold and wipe away the fellow's remaining free will, forcing him to perform the actions the Earth Mother wanted?

As everyone waited for the next development, Gerald suddenly spoke.

"Lord Morningstar! My name is Gerald Langston and I lead the Primordials Descendant faction in name, due to my nature as the foremost inheritor of Uranus!"

Gerald pointed at Draco forcefully. "Ever since I was born, I was told that we humans are invaders from afar who have forcefully occupied this world from the native primordials and their kin. To that end, our group was raised to be a spearhead against the human race from within, using the benefits of both worlds to carve out a place for the true inhabitants of this world to live!"

Hearing this, many shared strange looks. Many remembered Draco's recount of the human race's origins and the part where he said their ancestors crashed on the planet and the cells fused with native creatures to form them.

How does that sound like some tyrannical occupation? It should rather be said that the humans had even more legitimacy to this planet since they fused with the creatures of this world to become the current beings they were today.

Even if anything, there was always a chance to sit on the negotiation table and make some agreements right? Maybe designate part of earth for the primordials and a part for the humans? It's not like they came here with star destroyers and forcefully took over, they crash landed after a brutal fight.

But how could the people of today know the suffering of Lucifer and co? How many times had they tried to sit these troublesome fellows down and talk, but the primordials were completely xenophobic and did not want to listen to anything.

Either the entire world was theirs, or they would fight the invaders to death!

Gerald knew this, that was why he made his choice. He glanced around the summit hall, taking in all the confused, angry, amused and disdainful faces with a neutral glance, his heart calming down as he took a step forward.

"However, at the end of the day, we are human too, are we not? We grew up hating one half of our kind due to our ancestral teachings, believing them to be necessary of eradication. But if we were to eradicate all of humanity tomorrow, what then would happen to us, the mixed blood descendants?"

Huh?

The Primordial Descendants were confused by these words, especially since they resonated deeply with them. That's right, even if they somehow won according to plan before, what would happen to them? Previously, they assumed they would be washed off their human side and made to join the Primordials.

However, the reaction actions and choices of their Ancestral Makers had given them a brutal wake-up call. If the Ancestral Makers won, it was likely that they would be completely purged along with the human race, seen as filthy tools that now needed to be discarded.

This realization made their hearts sink and the despair settle in further. Really, they had no possible way out, either they fought for the Ancestral Makers and died without achieving anything or they tried to run and die without achieving anything.

What kind of choice was this?!

Gerald was not worried about this, his mind having reached a different level of cognition after making his decision, his next step revealing his intentions to the world.

He knelt!!

"And so, in honor of our human ancestry, we would like to ask Lord Draco, to purge us of our primordial bloodline and return us to the fold!" Gerald implored loudly, his voice clear and free of doubt.

BOOM!

Before anyone could even react, a shriek of feminine rage sounded in the ears of everyone, causing most of the normal sub-humans to clutch their ears in pain and agony, blood leaking from within.

A swirling portal of green light opened up that displayed a lush meadowland with a giant tree at the back, in which vines split from the tree and lashed out of the portal towards Gerald and the other Primordial Descendants below.

Gerald remained calm, still kneeling patiently, while the others were shocked, not only by his words, but by Gaia's reaction. She didn't even wait for them to decide whether they were in on this with Gerald, as it was obvious to anyone that his choice was unplanned and done on a whim.

What should have happened was the rest of the Primordial Descendants choosing to join his decision or reject it, before Gaia could try and make a move on those who wanted to defect from the primordials faction.

But she clearly did not care!

Darlington's face became ferocious. "Okay! Hahaha! Okay!! So you have never even seen us as creatures that have free will even after all our families have done for you? Just because of this bit of bloodline? Then take it, I don't want this shit any more!!"

Ms. Fasha, the voluptuous butterface, seemed exceedingly irate. "That's it! I'm tired of kneeling like a dog for a master that doesn't even regard me as a living thing!! Even if you kill us today, Draco will slaughter you and your shitty kind one day!!"

Wanda, the young beauty and newest leader had a pale face, feeling everything was moving too fast. Unlike the other leaders who had been there for a long time and had felt the oppression of their masters, she was still young and filled with ideals.

Her loyalty was relatively strong because she hadn't been mistreated much, mostly because the Ancestral Makers did not even deign to bother with her much. Even with the recent mistreatments, she was still holding onto that last bit of hope that it was all for a good cause.

However, seeing the vines coming down to rip her apart, her heart shattered and she was left feeling betrayal and despair, unable to even say anything as she seemed to want to cry.

Why? Why was this happening? Did the Ancestral Makers love and cherish them? They were their pillars, their source of guidance! Their families had fought for them and done a great many evils on their behalf, evils that should not be forgiven!

The others made moves to resist the oncoming attack, but Wanda simply remained where she stood, unable to bring herself to strike back nor being able to defend herself, her mind falling into a daze.

Just as the vine was about to whip her and severely wound her before dragging her back into the meadowland, a black light emerged from behind her and struck all the vines, turning them into ashes as a cold voice emerged behind her.

"Gaia, you haven't seem to learn your lesson, have you?"

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