Chapter 3151 Choice
Deep in the Beastman Race, the scene was much less calm. Roars, growls, and other bestial noises echoed continuously and without pause.
The Beastman Race was an odd one. It was said that they were an attempt at experimentation by the God Beasts of Creation that ultimately ended in "failure" But this failure led to one of the strongest Races in all of Existence.
They had the nimbleness of mind of humanoid Races and the strength of body of beasts. Of course, it wasn't so exaggerated.
The Beastmen were still known for their slow-wittedness and lack of intelligence. However, where this "nimbleness" of mind truly played out was in the comprehension of Forces.
Beasts could only rely on their instincts and slowly increase their Dimension grade by grade to reach greater heights. The only exceptions to this were in situations like Blackstar's case, where he had a direct example to rely on, and he also followed a path that allowed Mimicry, putting him in a unique situation to observe and learn in the first place.
However, because of this odd combination, despite how ubiquitous Weapon Forces were, Beastmen rarely used them. In this case, they were a lot like their Beast counterparts, and they didn't seem to have much affinity for the path at all.
That said... rarity didn't imply that there were none of them at all who did so, and this was precisely the reason why there was such a battle ongoing now.
The Beastmen seemed to be split into two factions, one of which wanted to send their best to the Idol Battlefield, and the other of which didn't want to at all.
And honestly... both sides had their points.
Those that were opposed felt that this was an opportunity for the Beastmen to gain an advantage on the ground. Why send their most talented when they would be at a disadvantage anyway? It was best. to keep them here, press their advantage, and deal with the fallout that came afterward. Those that were for sending them to the battlefield pointed out that this "fallout" certainly wouldn't be easy to handle. After all, the Idol Battlefield was the greatest opportunity available in Existence. Those that returned alive would have a huge boost to their power and would usually have enough strength to affect the outcomes of entire Races by then.
To miss the opportunity didn't make any sense.
However, those opposing argued that they would just be sending their geniuses to die anyway. Plus, returning from the battlefield didn't mean that they would be invincible. There were plenty in their Race that were simply uninterested in the Battlefield because it was no longer capable of increasing their power.
The truth was that the Idol Battlefield was capable of descending with enough of a challenge to kill anyone in Existence. The reason many weren't interested wasn't because they wouldn't find a challenge waiting for them, but rather because the risk-to-reward ratio wasn't worth it.
After many cycles and many years of experimentation, many were able to figure out that the battlefield was probably best entered by those on the verge of forming a Dharma and freshly promoted True Gods.
This was a sweet spot of sorts, though it also described a wide range of people.
Those who were still far from forming their Dharmas wouldn't be able to understand the profundities of the Idol Battlefield and would just end up throwing their lives away.
Those that had been promoted to True God and were well established were too powerful and had already reached the limits of their potential, so the odds that they could use the Idol Battlefield challenges to promote some more and strengthen themselves were next to zero.
All of these things came to a head together, the natural flow of reality making it a battlefield mostly for those who had formed Dharmas...
However, there was no doubt that every single individual who left the battlefield would have done so with the formation of an Idol.
As the Beastmen Ancestors were locked in a heated argument, they suddenly froze and looked in a certain direction.
"Dammit! Azhgar, come back here!"
"HAHAHA! SEE YA LATER, OLD MAN!"
A young man with the head of a furious red dragon leapt into the air. His wings, though filled with holes torn from battle, seemed capable of carrying the weight of the world as he streaked across the skies.
His dragon head was adorned with horns and a mighty presence. Every time he spoke, heating air sparked and flashed.
"If he's going, I'm going:
A young man with the head of a white tiger vanished after him.
"What Fist and Palin Force? I'm going to show the world the might of Claw Force!" Azhgar's roars filled the skies.
"If you want to brag, at least finish forming it first, the white tiger young man said indifferently. "I WILL!" Azhgar didn't seem mad at all. In fact, he only laughed more loudly.
The young man who followed after, Vaclgor, was much calmer, a massive great sword hanging from his back that was even taller than himself, who stood at over five meters.
He had always intended to go, but since Azhgar couldn't be bothered to wait for the elders... why should he?
With a flash, these two geniuses of the Beastmen disappeared before their Ancestors could react. The Beastmen looked toward one another and shook their heads. They could only hope that these two would come back alive.
The Beastmen weren't the only ones having arguments about whether or not to send people. Among this number were two familiar parties... the Sylvans and...
The Barbarian Race.
In the end, it wasn't so clear what the Sylvans chose to do. It seemed they had obstructed views of their decision using a special, unknown method.
However, the choice of the Barbarian Race was quite an interesting one, especially given their current situation. But maybe it was only natural they live up to their name.