Chapitre 1232: Dark Angels

It has been peaceful for more than fifteen years for this swamp.

A gathering of Lizardmen tribes governed this swamp and was thankful for the peace.

Nestled very close to the edge of the continent, the war between the high-rank Supernatural races and Humans had never reached their isolated sanctuary. Despite having the same hate for the Ancient Humans for what they did, the Lizardmen have had enough.

Too much had been taken away from them in the ancient times.

Upon awakening in the new era, they treated this as a second chance to treasure life.

Because of this—their territory thrived, expanding into the nearby forest and beyond.

Some of the low-rank Supernatural races—were also aligning with them not through tyranny, but through helping each other instead. No bloodshed was needed and they were doing well in keeping that new way of living.

However, today, that temporary peace was shattered.