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Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
That was true. The forest was a shared living environment, and no one would think of destroying it. However, they neglected the fact that the scorpion beastmen came from the desert. Why would they heartache over someone else's living resources?
Saint Zachary stood at the village's entrance, covered by densely-packed armored grasshoppers, and wasn't discovered by the beastmen.
With a casual opening and closing of his pincers, he'd kill an armored grasshopper. He stuffed one into his pitch-black shell-shaped mouth and chewed on it a few times before swallowing it.
This was the only entrance into the village. Given his strength, he naturally didn't fear those weak poisonous plants underground. However, the army behind him had to pass through as well.
Pitch-black scorpion beastmen stood amidst the densely-packed black dots. Their colors were the same, and it was hard to discern them.
Rustle—