At the same time, the other borisins who inhabited Koolur also faced the same crisis as the borisins who had just been swallowed.
Numerous plants began to mutate, while the ground squirmed and split open into wide maws, as if mouths were growing inside intestines.
*AWOOOOOO—!!!*
*AWOOOOOO—!!!*
*AWOOOOOO—!!!*
Countless howls of wolves broke out across the entire planet—they were none other than the borisins' warning and rally signal.
Before long, all kinds of warships and exoskeleton armors were mobilized.
"Damn it, this is a living planet!"
"Someone turned Koolur into one!"
"It's an Emanator of Abundance's doing! Only an Emanator of Abundance can transform a planet like this!"
"Why? We also followed Lord Shuhu to conquer different planets, so why devour us?!"
Many borisins in various regions began to demand answers, but the only response they received was Koolur's tentacles and maws.
"Why aren't those slaves getting attacked?!"
A borisin noticed that the foxian slaves were actually left untouched by the tentacles—in fact, those tentacles would deliberately avoid the foxians.
"Damn it, don't tell me this Emanator of Abundance is a foxian?!"
Seeing the untouched foxians, the borisin immediately made a bold guess.
Otherwise, why would there be such obvious favoritism?
Clearly, some foxian had become an Emanator of Abundance, seeking revenge on them, just like that foxian general of the Xianzhou Yaoqing.
"Damn those slaves... lowborn as they are, they always get lucky somehow."
All the borisins couldn't help but curse the foxians under their breath one after another.
Some borisins even grabbed some foxians to use as shields, but the tentacles ultimately avoided them, snatching the borisins away instead.
Others tried to escape the planet in spaceships, only to be hunted down by the tentacles and dragged out of the sky from tens of thousands of meters up.
No one knew how much time had passed until Koolur went quiet, the ground no longer writhed, and those mutated plants all returned to their original forms.
"Looks like the cleanup is finished."
Still in the village, Lucian stood up from the earth-made throne and patted the dust from his coat.
He had to admit, this 'anti-virus-software-like' ability was pretty effective—it precisely wiped out all the borisins on the planet with just a single order.
'Amazing...'
Saran thought to herself, her eyes shining as she gazed at Lucian.
She had never imagined that her chance for revenge would come so suddenly and so quickly.
At this moment, she could no longer see a single borisin in the village—everything was silent.
Now, when Saran looked at Lucian, her gaze was not only more trusting but also carried a hint of admiration and reverence.
It was only natural.
Lucian was the one who had helped her take revenge.
Saran had said she wanted all the borisins dead, and Lucian really did it for her in the next moment.
Just then, a pile of foxian heads popped out from the entrance of the underground prison, looking around cautiously like a bunch of thieves.
Neergul, upon noticing them, quickly ran over to greet her people and, while she was at it, explained what had just happened.
As soon as they heard that all the borisins on the planet were dead, all the foxians rushed to Lucian and knelt before him.
'Still have that slave mentality... I killed your masters, so now you take me as your master?'
Lucian's mind was entirely on Feixiao, so he had no intention of dealing with this group of foxians.
However, the more Lucian thought about it, the more he couldn't help but wonder—what if the script required Feixiao to become their leader or something?
Pondering this, Lucian felt it was entirely possible, so he decided to just let things take their course for now, at least keeping this group of slaves as spares.
"From now on, you are my people, and she will be your leader."
Lucian declared and shoved Saran forward, not caring whether she agreed or not.
When the foxians saw that one of their own would be their leader, and that meant they wouldn't be tormented by the borisins anymore, who would possibly object?
As a result, they all immediately knelt again and cheered.
"Thank you, Savior!"
"Greetings, Leader!"
Saran had never seen anything like this before, so she stood there in a daze, frozen like a statue.
Neergul, on the other hand, was more composed as she gently tugged Saran's hand and whispered something in her ear.
Soon enough, Saran cleared her throat before speaking up.
"You are no longer slaves, but the people of our savior, Lucian! Never forget today's kindness! Repay it with all your effort!"
""YES!""
All the foxians answered in unison.
Just like that, they quickly accepted the borisins' former lands and prepared to begin a new life under Saran's guidance.
Just then, Lucian glanced at the little black foxian girl, Neergul, and noticed that she also had the makings of a leader.
Maybe she could be trained to become a capable helper?
"Saran, is this what you wanted? Are you satisfied now?"
Lucian walked over to Saran and asked with a calm smile.
Saran nodded, then shook her head.
"What about the other borisins?" Saran asked in a hesitant voice. "I mean, there are still a lot of other packs outside this planet..."
"Of course, it will be the same everywhere—none will be spared." Lucian replied calmly, his expression full of indifference.
"I want to go and see for myself, is that okay?" Saran asked with a conflicted expression.
"You don't believe me, huh?"
Lucian chuckled, then flicked Saran on the forehead, making her clutch her forehead and look a little aggrieved.
"I just want to see it with my own eyes..." Saran muttered gloomily. "It's not that I don't believe you..."
"In that case, say 'Emanator Lucian is a good guy' three times." Lucian curled his lips, wanting to tease the girl a bit. "If you do, I'll take you with me."
Upon hearing this, Saran froze on the spot and could not help but wonder why this powerful man could be so childish.
Regardless, since she owed him such a big favor and basically could not go against his will, Saran did as she was told.
"Emanator Lucian is a good guy."
"Emanator Lucian is a good guy."
"Emanator Lucian is a good guy."
Seeing Saran's obedience, Lucian couldn't help but smile.
"Heh, don't forget you just said it."
Lucian spoke with a chuckle, then took Saran and Neergul on a trip around Koolur.
Everywhere they went, they gathered more foxians.
Of course, there were some foxians who were too radical and savage, thinking Lucian was just another borisin, so he executed them on the spot.
If they didn't know gratitude, keeping them would only cause trouble later on.
Saran had no complaints about this, since she also thought those foxians were hopeless cases—too deeply influenced by the borisins.
Before Saran knew it, she stopped questioning Lucian's words and decisions, especially after she personally witnessed the extermination of all the borisins in the village.
All because of that one promise, Lucian truly wiped out every borisin just for her.
Wasn't that worthy of trust?
If all of this was just a lie, Saran really didn't know what to believe anymore.
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At night, by the campfire, the warm flames cast long shadows of Lucian and Saran.
"Mmm... Does your hand still hurt?" Saran shyly pointed at Lucian's palm. "I bit you back then and misunderstood you... I'm sorry..."
Now that she thought about it, she really shouldn't have bitten Lucian at that time.
Every time she remembered that moment, she felt guilty and always thought about apologizing.
Lucian, upon hearing Saran's apology, felt quite pleased, since his tactic had clearly succeeded.
Needless to say, the fact that she brought it up herself and apologized on her own meant she already trusted him, which was a good start.
"Hmm... I admit that's a very sincere apology, but you still won't even call me brother."