My Descendants Are My Power

Seeing these refugees rush out from the beast park and start grabbing food, Ethan frowned a bit.

Nathan's move of giving a stick then a carrot was pretty slick.

After getting spooked, these refugees got what they wanted and probably wouldn't dare to make a move again.

But...

In the midst of pondering.

In the game, as the refugees were looting the food, suddenly a group of people appeared in the psychic garden, the Psychics!

"What are you doing?"

"We're so many here, after we eat this meal, what about the next one?!!"

"Look at their fields, then look at their livestock, if we ration it, it could last a month! And their house might have loads of food stashed, taking over their land, we could even survive a year!"

Human greed knows no bounds!

With these words from the Psychic, most of the looting refugees stopped their actions, drooling over the Blackwood's fields and livestock.

"Yeah, the big guy's right!"

"If he can give us this cart, he might have ten more hidden away."

"You have so much food, why only give us this little? Why not give us all the livestock?!!"

The refugees angrily questioned Nathan.

At this moment, Nathan gripped his machetes tighter.

Ethan, who was drinking water, almost crushed his cup!

"Man, seriously?!"

He slammed the water cup down.

[Consuming 20 points of Spiritual Tribute, using 'Forebearer's Fury'!]

In a flash.

The Forebearer cards burst into light, charging towards the group of Psychics!

He realized that these refugees coming to Blackwood must have something fishy going on, related to these Psychics!

Otherwise, why would Psychics in a disaster year wade into this mess?

Through the crowd of refugees.

The Forebearer cards charged at the Psychics, causing the instigating Psychic's face to change dramatically, "What is this bizarre psychic equipment?"

But before he could finish.

"Thump!"

The cards had pierced through his chest, blood spurted like a fountain, also signaling the refugees to charge towards Blackwood!

A massive wave of refugees rushed towards Blackwood.

"Forebearer's divine might!"

Seeing the Forebearer enraged, Nathan hesitated no more.

He closed his eyes and bowed his head, as if feeling the rhythm of the ground, and when the refugees got close, he suddenly looked up, his true energy stirred up the dust around, his twin blades swung, cutting through the air, once again chopping the advancing refugees at the waist.

He then charged into the battlefield with his blades, showing no mercy, and roared to the sky.

"I gave you a chance, you forced my Forebearer's hand!"

"Wife, kids, today we of the Blackwood clan, must show no mercy."

"Strike!"

Nathan hopped on his horse, and wherever he went, nobody was left standing.

As his words echoed.

All around the Blackwood settlement, there was a stir.

Those refugees, already freaked out by Nathan's fierce fighting, started looking around in panic.

"Monsters... beasts!"

"Help, this kid's gone nuts!"

"Run for it!"

These folks were just here to snatch up food, aiming to take over this rich land, but they had no clue...

Nathan was slashing wildly, the Forebearer cards glowing purple as it chased down those Psychics.

Other Blackwood folks started showing up on the battlefield from the outskirts!

Lucas appeared right behind the refugees.

Sword in hand, he charged, followed by his trained beasts, moving like a graceful dancer through the crowd, easily claiming lives, blood splattering on him without a hint of fear, his eyes blazing with madness!

"Ah."

To the west, a giant eagle flew by, Amelia riding atop, looking down at the carnage below, she sighed deeply.

Then slowly opened the bundle on the eagle's back, black dust scattering over the crowd, landing on the refugees.

Soon after, the eagle dumped a black liquid from a bamboo tube it carried.

Before long.

These refugees started scratching their reddened skin in discomfort, those touched by the black liquid even had smoke rising from their skin!

Amelia, having cultivated psychic medicines for years, knew their properties better than anyone at Blackwood!

And to the east.

Luna and her son Julian also appeared, surrounded by a host of beasts, mercilessly charging into the crowd.

This seemingly ordinary farmwoman had a fierceness rare among women.

Any refugee missed by the beast charge would face her ruthless machete!

Beside her, young Julian, though still a kid, was no slouch in combat.

His fire lizard struggled to pull a cart filled with bows and arrows. Every time Julian fired an arrow, the flame-tailed psychic cat would bring him another.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

An arrow every three seconds, Julian, the little blacksmith with no small amount of strength, was like a mobile artillery!

These refugees didn't realize.

Today's Blackwood had the strength to protect their clan and a fierce resolve!

One by one, the crazed refugees began to regain their senses, seeing the bodies and blood all around, they stopped in their tracks, kneeling and begging for mercy.

"Don't kill me, I was wrong!"

"Help, I won't dare again, please spare me!"

"Whoosh—"

Julian's arrow struck down a kneeling refugee.

"So, the family I've raised has become this strong."

At this moment, Ethan, watching the screen as he controlled the cards to kill twelve Psychics, finally relaxed his tense heart.

He smiled, a family's strength wasn't just in their power, but also in their strong hearts.

Ethan was glad there were no overly sympathetic saints in Blackwood; they were decisive and efficient!

Just then.

"Boom!"

Ethan frowned as his cards was suddenly shattered by a flying sword.

Then a black-clad Psychic emerged from the psychic medicine garden, the flying sword that shattered the cards floating beside him!

"Never thought there'd be a family like yours outside of Forest Town, hahaha!"

Ethan just frowned.

[Forebearer's Fury]X10!