The Rise of the Black Plain
chapter-1029

At the same time that Minos' family in the Flaming Empire was celebrating his exemplary results, information about the independence of the Black Plain also arrived in the Saints Killing Sect.

The headquarters of this organization was in one of the southernmost parts of that state, on what looked like a small mountain floating 500 meters above the ground.

At that organization's headquarters, that sect leader discussed the matter with some of his advisors.

He and his people were in a dark area containing some strange carcasses, which emitted sinister signals, something capable of frightening the weakest and most immature. But not the five people in that area, much less the individual sitting on a throne made of bones.

"So, our disciples are dead, and this brat is alive and well, huh?" A man who seemed to be in his early middle age commented in a low voice while he had his right elbow resting on the arm of his chair, supporting his face in his right hand, while he had a strange smile.

Upon hearing the question of that black-haired man, an old man with white hair and strange eyes, with a circular pattern around his pupils, did not take long to answer his leader. "Apparently, the brat son of the Coleman family has found a way to eliminate our disciples and take over that region..."

"Maybe that sect helped him?" He looked around suspiciously, giving ideas to his companions there. "I heard his mother was in that region for a few months..."

Another person, someone with a similar pattern in his eyes to that old man's, something Minos would surely recognize if he saw it, then said. "It's quite a coincidence that he settled the war so quickly after his dear mother went to that place."

"Tsk!"

"I wish your ideas were plausible, but I sincerely doubt it." The leader of that organization, Mortimer Burgess, level 79, said this in a confident tone. "Our greatest enemies would not surrender the game for something so small."

"That bastard Oswald wouldn't risk everything for a child..."

"But..."

"The sect master is right." A woman with black hair and an evil look commented, quieting the voice of that person who was about to say something. "The brat Minos must have found a way to protect himself and deal with our disciples."

"That's not an impossible feat to accomplish."

"Oh?" The old man from before looked at that woman dressed in bone armor and asked. "Then what should we do about it? If the Gray Cloud Sect hasn't done anything, what excuse will we use to attack them?"

"Hahahaha." Mortimer laughed out loud, surprised to see one of his elders asking such nonsense. "Isn't that obvious? Let's let more of our disciples fight this Minos."

"That sect will naturally make mistakes because of that. And even if they don't interfere in that region, they will definitely do something here, which will justify our action!"

Another individual there then asked. "What about the families of those five? What do we tell them?"

"Who cares about them? Let them do whatever they want." The woman from before said angrily, finding it unnecessary to talk about such people and families.

Who would care about mere Spiritual Emperors? Cultivators at the 7th stage were nothing but flies to high-level Spiritual Saints like them.

Hell, if it were not for Minos' connection with Oswald and the core of the Gray Cloud Sect, these people would not even bother to learn his name!

"Maia is right," The sect master commented, finally leaving his relaxed stance from before to become more serious. "Let the disciples and those families worry about Oswald's grandson. For now, let's talk about what truly matters..."

"How is Gavin Rowse's situation?" He asked with subtle killing intent in his tone while his eyes shone brightly.

The old man with a circular pattern around his pupil then said. "Gavin managed to escape our pursuit after awakening the seventh circle of his innate ability."

"Fortunately, before reaching the 8th stage, he won't be able to use his most terrifying powers..."

"We can still recover the Destruction Eyes."

...

While the powers of the Flaming Empire were discussing the new overlord coming from the north, the movements of civilians in the northern part of the Central Continent had already intensified!

Only a few weeks since Minos' orders to start the migration of the unemployed from the cities of his brand new state, more than 100,000 people were already moving into the main territory of that state.

Most of these people came from the Brown Kingdom, the region formerly under the control of that state but which was now part of the new Black Plain.

Meanwhile, dozens of people were also making their way to Dry City from the area now led by the Hayes and Stokes families.

But that was not all. No, while thousands and thousands of people were traveling to those areas, with several groups having already reached Dry City, the borders of the Black Plain were getting restless.

Around this great border, more than a million immigrants trying to leave their states were surrounded by troops from their kingdoms or Minos' forces.

Many had ignored the royal recommendations, especially those closest to the borders. They felt they still had time before the borders closed, so they had gambled on the chance to enter the Black Plain without having to wait for months.

Unfortunately for most of them, the Black Plain and the regional states had already surrounded these areas for weeks or months, depending on the border.

In any case, with so many people trying to leave their states, some individuals had managed to get through the barriers on the way and reach the Black Plain.

However, given the efficiency of the forces under the command of Minos, these numbers had not been significant enough to disrupt the king's plans.

As such, the great migration of the present times had been taking place according to the plans of the Black Plain Army administration, within the acceptable limit that the local resources could welcome.

And this was what Minos was talking about in his office alongside his staff.

...

After a week off at Abby's side, Minos had had a great time at her side in the Spatial Kingdom and had returned to his duties in the local government.

Now that Minos had been updated on these various recent events, he was standing next to his woman in that office.

Minos now had a throne hall right next to his office. But since he felt better working in a more comfortable place, he had left the throne hall to use only for more official events. Everyday conversations like today's were best enjoyed in a place like his office.

And with that, he was standing next to his fiancée, face to face with his staff.

"Your Grace, over 30,000 immigrants have already arrived in the vicinity of Dry City. They are slowly being divided into groups to participate in constructing our satellite cities, agricultural fields, or going to Naval City-1."

"In addition to this first large group and the migrants from other parts of the Black Plain already on the move, we have already approved the coming of 400,000 people from the other six regional states."

"These people from outside the Black Plain are expected to arrive here in up to six months."

Hearing that from a woman member of the Black Plain government, a new government separate from that of Dry City, Minos smiled, pleased to hear such figures.

To him, this was just the beginning, but this was a migration worthy of attention since he could double his population in a short time!

And thinking about it, he could not help but compare such a thing to a historical event that had happened in this region millions of years ago.

"That will be the Second Great Migration!"

Upon hearing this, Abby became curious about what that first great migration would be since she had never heard of such an event as significant as the current regional movement.

"Second Great Migration? What is that, my love?"

"Oh?" Minos looked to his left, remembering that he had heard of the Great Migration from the Feathered Serpents, who now lived in the Flooded Valley on the northernmost side of the Black Plain.

'True, I heard that during the war, but due to other problems, I forgot to notify the army about this historical situation...'

He then said to Abby and the people there, "Well, the Great Migration happened about 2 million years ago, when..."