The Demon King is unfathomable

Chapter 280: All tribes welcome the Demon King with food and drink
Shortly after the Twin Tail Rift campaign ended, a post suddenly appeared on the official forum of Scourge Online, and quickly gained tens of thousands of hits thanks to its catchy title.

《Report on the Rift Valley War has arrived! Five Gatling guns swept through the frontline of the Saint Armor Dragon Kingdom, turning them into sieves on the spot! To be honest, I alone am equal to an army in this wave!》

The poster was exactly the one who swallowed the chemical pool.

In the post, he vividly described the battle situation in the Twin Tail Rift, from the 100,000-strong army of the Holy Ankylosaurus Kingdom who attacked aggressively, to the end when the beggar version of the Gatling gun of the Anxunsi Group showed its power and the 100,000-strong army fled with a GG signal... The cloud players who were still waiting in line for the closed beta qualification were overjoyed.

Of course, there is always some embellishment involved.

For example, the spell casting process of Brother Yiye and the final kill of Bakar by Brother Huwan were all summarized by his sentence "four players led the enemy into an encirclement". If you don't know, you might think that there were 100,000 lizardmen lined up for him to shoot.

Not satisfied with just typing, the guy also coquettishly added a hand-drawn illustration under the post - in the abstract pencil drawing, a tall and mighty skeleton was lying on the back of a Gatling gun, shaking with flames coming out of the muzzle, and in front of it there was flames all over the sky and corpses all over the ground!
However, due to his poor painting skills and his paintings being too abstract, few people except himself saw them, and no one could understand them.

But does it matter?

As for games, just have fun.

The guys who were watching the show were having a great time, and the guy himself was also having a great time, and that was enough!
No hair: "6666!"

No more worries: "Brother is awesome!"

Every now and then I look at the pigs I raise and think: “Fuck, I’m so jealous… Isn’t the experience value going to increase rapidly?”

The cooing pigeon spirit: "A newbie, please guide me! Boss, I don't want money, I'm not a thief, can you let me get some experience?"

He drank the chemical pool in one gulp: "Okay, okay, maybe next time, haha!"

Legendary Salty Fish King: "Brother, don't we have a video crystal? Why don't you just post a screenshot of the game?"

He drank the chemical pool in one gulp: "It was so exciting at the time that I forgot to open it, so I could only draw it by hand. I'll just have to make do with it."

The flattery from the newbies and casual players made the old guy a little flattered for a while, and he became more and more uncontrollable with his mouth.

Finally, someone involved couldn't stand it anymore and came out to interrupt.

Yi Ye Zhi Qiu: "Well, let me say something, the experience points of targets killed with props are reduced, including but not limited to muskets and magic scrolls... So, if you are counting on gaining experience, you'd better forget it."

"what?!"

Gaishi Yingxiong: "Fuck, this septic tank is not human!"

Pig-headed Knight: "That shouldn't be the case. You already know his previous ID. He doesn't look like a newbie... This guy isn't the first time he's been a nobody. (Funny)"

This is a rule that has existed since the game was first launched. Killing monsters using the map mechanism does not accumulate experience... He even discovered this.

According to later updates to the official setting set, only when an attack is accompanied by a strong will can one draw soul energy from the opponent's strong emotions after killing him.

The experience gained from killing monsters with a musket is not as much as that gained from using a sword or bow and arrow, and the efficiency of gaining experience from general attacks is not as good as that from attacks with "qi" or other extraordinary powers, and range skills are not as good as single-target locking skills.

Although Yiye Zhiqiu didn't ask those newbies who helped operate the machine guns how many levels they had reached, he could guess with his feet that the experience gains must not be much, otherwise those guys would have come to the forum to show off. Why would they have to wait for Yiye Zhiqiu to brag about himself?

I didn't expect that Brother Yiye would personally come out to sabotage the show, and the chemistry was caught off guard for a while. Seeing that an old player was explaining his dark history to the newbies, he hurriedly tried to pick out words and quibble, trying to get the out-of-control post back.

"Nonsense! It's true that experience decays... but you can still get a little bit, okay? I'm doing this to benefit the newbies!"

Pig-headed Knight: "Come on, if no one says anything, your next step will be to ask newbies to pay you to do work for you. (Disdain)"

He swallowed the chemical pool in one gulp: "Fuck, don't spit on me. When did I ever do that?!"

He admitted that he was not a good person, but if he was honest with himself, he could not do such an inhumane thing as paying to work.

The Demon King can testify for him on this point!
The forum was filled with a cheerful atmosphere. There were not many players who had participated in the Twin Tail Rift campaign, but as everyone talked one by one, they were able to restore the course of the entire battle, eliminating the fictional part about the chemical pool being suffocated.

According to the unanimous opinion of all participating players, I think the group's Gatling is indeed powerful, but the outrageous failure rate and cumbersome reloading method are also really torturous.

In addition, according to the count of corpses on the battlefield, the front army of the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom had about 5,000 soldiers, and only a little over 1,000 were killed by machine guns, most of them were scared away or injured. In addition to the casualties caused by machine guns, the warriors of the Sand Ridge tribe also took down a lot of heads when chasing the fleeing soldiers, and then there was the magic of Brother Yiye Zhiqiu.

Although the lizardmen on the Janna continent lack extraordinary powers, their own defense is not bad, especially the Ankylosaurs, who have leather armor and a layer of vine armor on the outside.

It is very difficult to kill this half-human, half-monster creature with one shot, unless you hit the vital part.

The loss of the 100,000-strong army was less than one-tenth, far less than the previous bloody battle in the forest near the northern coast.

However, this was generally the case with wars in the Classical Era. Both sides were poorly organized, and the morale of the other side was basically destroyed, and the outcome was determined.

The northern coast, the Demon King's camp.

Luo Yan sat upright in the main tent with his eyes closed in meditation. The orange-red light from the brazier reflected on his calm face, like a finely carved marble statue.

At this moment, his consciousness did not remain in this tent, but was immersed in the sea of ​​consciousness as deep and dark as the universe.

In his sea of ​​consciousness, a pale blue virtual light screen was flickering on a huge stone tablet, and flowing on the screen was the cheerful conversation of the silly netizens in the official forum of "Natural Disaster OL".

"Three of the five Gatling guns jammed, and my brother almost flipped over!"

"The video of the battle is released! Brother Hu Wan is awesome, he killed the opponent with one blow and won the Best Player of the Match award!"

"The best undead rat in the server deserves the title!"

"Photo of Miss Kasa, the leader of the Sand Ridge Tribe."

"Fuck, I think this chameleon is pretty handsome and handsome."

"Shit, there's a Ganges player here!"

"??? I'm a lizardman, what's wrong with that?"

"Am I the only one concerned about whether dragon turtle meat is delicious?"

"..."

Looking at the messy conversations on the forum, Luo Yan raised a faint smile.

As he expected, the one hundred small players he sent to the central desert to reinforce the Sand Ridge tribe successfully completed the mission and saved the Sand Ridge tribe from the fate of destruction.

But to be honest, he never really took the 100,000 primitive army of the Holy Ankylosaurus Kingdom seriously from the very beginning.

The reason for arranging this battle is mainly to test the actual combat effect of the hand-rubbed Gatling gun of Anxunsi Group.

Now it seems that the preparations for the chemical pool are still not sufficient. Although this epoch-making weapon has good firepower, its stability and manufacturing process still need to be improved.

"...It seems that the new equipment of the Ixunsi Group needs some time to settle down."

Luo Yan was secretly thinking in his mind that perhaps he could let the engineers of the Black Wind Castle Military Factory participate in the improvement of this new equipment and optimize the next generation of Gatling. Who knows, maybe he could put this thing on the roof of the Magic Crystal Tank.

burden?

nonexistent.

The Military Minister of the Demon God's Cabinet likes this. The more firepower the better, the more turrets the better, and the more exaggerated the data on paper, the better.

It doesn't matter if the equipment is overweight. At worst, we can stuff a little devil who is good at earth magic into the car and use magic to reinforce the ground while driving forward.

As for whether the frontline soldiers and logistics personnel are happy or not, as long as Caesar Colin is happy, that’s enough... He is the one who really pays.

Just as Luo Yan was thinking in his mind, the slender Youyou was spinning around him excitedly, chattering.

"As expected of you, Lord Demon King. A mere 100,000-man army is no match for your servant... Now the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom should know how powerful you are!"

It seemed as if it had seen the scene where the lizardmen of Assam City knelt at the feet of the Demon King and placed his statue on the top of the pyramid to worship him!
Hearing what Youyou said, Luo Yan smiled faintly.

"They knew it from the beginning. Even if they didn't know it at first, they should have understood it after seeing our magic crystal tanks."

For the Holy King of the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom, whether he is offering sacrifices to the Dragon God or to his own tracks, it essentially means the same thing.

On the surface, their ability to persist was due to folly and arrogance, but in the final analysis, there were too many sacrifices to be had to be pitied.

Youyou tilted her head, not understanding what the Demon King meant. Luo Yan had no intention of explaining, so he browsed around the forum and ended his meditation.

The next step is to wait for news from Thanos.

If that guy comes back safely, he can order Arakdo to launch the final attack on Assam City.

Just when Luo Yan finished his meditation, there were slight footsteps outside the tent. A moment later, a monk in a black robe came in and reported in a low voice.

"Master Demon, the Wind Howl Tribe's delegation has arrived again, and this time it's led by their leader, Urga Windcrack."

Luo Yan asked casually.

"What is he here for?"

"He brought a map of the Stairway to the Sun Mountains and expressed his submission to you."

The black-robed acolyte continued in a respectful tone.

"He also said that his messenger did not convey his meaning accurately and misunderstood his request for submission as an alliance. He begs you not to take it to heart. He admires your majesty very much. When he saw you for the first time, he decided in his heart that you were his master. He and his people are willing to follow your footsteps forever until the end of time. Please give him another chance."

Although he did not see Urga's face, Luo Yan could feel the fear and humility in the monk's words just by listening to the monk's retelling.

It seems that the fire in the forest that devoured 30,000 armored dragon soldiers was clearly seen by the leader of the Wind Howl tribe flying in the sky.

Compared with the stubbornly resisting Holy Ankylosaurus Kingdom, the small tribe that has long struggled on the brink of life and death obviously knows how to judge the situation better.

However, Luo Yan did not rush to summon this leader who had voluntarily surrendered, but chose to leave this opportunistic guy alone for a day.

"Go tell Urga that I'm meditating and don't have time to see him today. Let him camp outside our camp and rest for a while. When I'm free, I'll summon him."

Having said that, Luo Yan suddenly thought of something and continued.

"Remember to place them next to the Sand Ridge Tribe delegation's residence... If delegations from other tribes come, place them nearby as well."

When there is a group of bootlickers, the best thing to do is to let them roll with each other.

The monk nodded respectfully.

"As ordered."

……

At this moment, Urga had no idea what the respected Demon King was thinking, and actually thought he was meditating, so he camped obediently next to the Sand Ridge Tribe delegation.

At the same time, on the other side, in the territory of the Sand Ridge Clan, the shadow of war has not yet completely dissipated.

After all, not everyone can get first-hand information from the official website of "Catastrophe OL", and the transmission of information takes time.

In the meeting hall of the Sand Ridge tribe, candlelight was dim. Under the large tent, there was a heavy and depressing atmosphere, and the air was so gloomy that it seemed like it would rain.

In front of a map spread out on a huge stone platform, a tall and dignified female lizardman was standing with a serious expression.

Her scales were a noble golden color, gleaming in the firelight, and the golden crown inlaid with gemstones on her head made her look even more noble and elegant. A long tail gently hung behind her, and her battle robe inlaid with obsidian armor outlined her slender figure, exuding a daunting majesty.

She is the tribe mother of the Sandridge tribe - Aesemata Hamaka. Many Sandridge lizardmen also call her "Mother Hamaka" or "Lord Hamaka".

At this moment, the elders standing around the map looked anxious and were talking in low voices.

"...The 100,000-strong army of the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom has arrived at the Twin Tail Rift Valley. They will be able to reach the outpost we set up in the Quicksand Hills the day after tomorrow at the latest."

"The reinforcements provided by the Demon King are less than a hundred people. This is not enough to turn the tide of the battle. The three thousand elite troops led by General Kasa can only delay the battle for a while."

"Migrate, Mother! We must immediately evacuate to the wilderness in the southwest... Even if we lose our current territory, it is better than letting the entire tribe be exterminated by those bloodthirsty beasts."

The elders' voices were filled with anxiety, and everyone's eyes were filled with deep worry and uneasiness.

Aethelmata stared at the map in silence. She knew that the elders' concerns were not unfounded.

Three thousand against one hundred thousand, there is almost no need to guess the outcome of this battle. It seems that the Demon King has given up on them.

As the leader of the Sand Ridge tribe, she must and can only prepare for the worst.

"I understand everyone's concerns..."

Her voice was calm but firm as she looked at the flags and markers on the map and finally made a decision.

"Kasa will buy us the necessary time, and what we have to do now is to preserve the flame of our tribe as much as possible with the help of His Majesty the Demon King."

She paused, and just as she was about to continue speaking, a burst of hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the meeting room. A messenger rushed in breathlessly, knelt on the ground, and shouted excitedly:

"Mother, there's good news from the front!" "Tell me." The scales on Aselmata's eyes moved slightly, but she didn't hold out much hope.

The messenger hung his head and continued speaking incoherently.

"The 100,000-strong army of the Holy Armored Dragon Kingdom was completely defeated! Not only that, the main general Bakar was killed in the battle, and the Ankylosaur soldiers were completely defeated and were retreating to the rear! General Kasa and the reinforcements sent by His Majesty the Demon King held the position... Lady Mother, we won!!!"

Win...?

The entire conference room fell into deathly silence in an instant.

The elders looked at each other, and for a moment no one spoke, not even knowing what expression to express.

Aethemata was also stunned for a moment, as if she suspected that she had just heard it wrong.

It took her a long time to come back to her senses, and her voice trembled slightly.

"Are you sure...the army of the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom has been repelled?"

The messenger nodded firmly.

"It's absolutely true! I can guarantee it with my life! Although the reinforcements sent by the Demon King are less than a hundred people, they can use... uh, a special spell!"

"With their god-like powers, they easily defeated the frontline of the Ankylosaurs and killed the enemy's main general, Bakar! Kasa led 3,000 warriors to pursue and kill them. The army of the Holy Ankylosaur Kingdom was in chaos, unable to take care of each other. They have now retreated to the outside of the central desert!"

The elders in the hall finally came to their senses, and exclaimed excitedly one after another:

"How can this be?"

"incredible!"

“Hiss… I didn’t expect the Demon King’s army to be this strong?!”

"No matter what, our tribe is finally saved! Lord Hamaka, this must be fate's plan!"

Aethelmata could not hide her excitement, and her golden vertical pupils sparkled with joy.

She clenched her fists, took a deep breath, and said solemnly.

"It seems that we have underestimated the power of the Demon King, and even more so the importance he places on his allies."

She turned around slowly, with a look of determination and respect in her eyes:

"Everyone, I cannot explain this incredible victory except by Artea's will. Fate has clearly told us that the future of the Sand Ridge Clan is destined to be closely linked with His Majesty the Demon King."

Having said this, she paused for a moment, looked at the guards standing at the door of the tent, and gave instructions.

"Pass my order, prepare your luggage, and set off immediately! I will personally go to the northern coast to express the loyalty and submission of the Sand Ridge Tribe to His Majesty the Demon King!"

"Yes!" The guard bowed and walked out of the tent, preparing to leave in a hurry.

The elders in the hall knelt on one knee.

"I will follow your wishes, Lady Mother."

Aesemata nodded slightly, leaving behind the people and the map in the meeting room, and strode out of the tent with his head held high, looking energetic, with excitement in his golden vertical pupils.

There is no need to continue discussing migration.

With the power currently displayed by the Demon King's army, let alone an army of 100,000, even if there were another million, the outcome would probably be the same!
From now on, the Sand Ridge Clan will live in the sun with their heads held high, and will no longer have to endure the brutal and unreasonable plundering of the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom!
Under the protection of the Demon King, no one can threaten their survival!
Now there is only one thing she has to do - that is to seize the future of the Sand Ridge Clan!

……

The teleportation array set up by the Demon King’s army is not far from the capital of the Sand Ridge clan, and the connecting station is located to the south of the Demon King’s army fortress.

Through the magic circle that was flashing with faint green light, in just a few moments, Aesemata crossed hundreds of kilometers and arrived at the dense and humid rainforest near the northern coast.

The dark green light dissipated from the soles of her feet, and the moist air unique to the rainforest blew in her face.

Before she could get used to the bumpy feeling of the disordered space, a familiar voice came from her ear.

"Sister, you are here."

Aethemata looked in the direction of the voice and saw her sister Xia standing in front of the teleportation array, waiting for her with a smile.

Seeing that Xia was safe and sound, she felt relieved and walked forward and said.

"Xia, it's been a while since we last met. Thank you for your hard work for the tribe."

Xia bowed slightly, smiled and shook her head.

"That is the mission given to me by Atea, and it is all my duty... Lady Mother, please follow me. I will take you to the camp of our delegation."

The two walked slowly through a dense forest and soon arrived at the camp where the Sand Ridge Tribe delegation was located.

The camp is not large, but it is well organized, with several simple training grounds built around it.

"This is……"

Aesemata's eyes moved slightly, and his gaze fell on the training ground beside him, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

There were the one hundred talented young men of the Sand Ridge tribe that she had presented to the Demon King as a gift.

At this moment, they were holding the daggers seriously, practicing precise and deadly stabbing techniques on the straw man model repeatedly.

They moved swiftly, and every stab was sharp and clean, obviously trained specifically for assassination and stealth operations.

It looks like they have been practicing here for some time.

"The Demon King is not satisfied with our training methods, so he plans to retrain them," Xia said softly, casting her eyes on the training ground, and then her eyes focused on a figure, "The one currently in charge of training them is Lady Sarah... She is the Demon King's guard. Of course, my intuition tells me that their relationship is not as simple as it seems."

Aethelmata didn't care about the second half of her sentence. She followed her gaze and looked ahead at the Sandridge warriors who were training seriously. She saw a slim lady standing with her hands behind her back.

She was wearing a close-fitting and simple light armor and battle robe. Her indifferent expression showed no emotion. A pair of striking cat ears on her head swayed slightly. Although her demeanor was casual, she exuded an aura that was difficult to see through.

Intuition told Aesemata that this skinny, half-human looking guy was not easy to deal with!

Before she could ask further questions, there was a sudden noise coming from a tent not far away, and a tall and familiar figure walked out of the tent.

When he saw Aesemata, a hint of surprise suddenly appeared on Niema's cold face, and he hurriedly walked up to her.

"Mother? Why did you come here in person?"

"I'm here to express my gratitude to the Demon King... No need to be polite, just get up."

Aesmata helped Niema up with a gentle look.

But the next moment, a strange look flashed across her face, and she looked at the familiar face in front of her with surprise.

The power bestowed upon her by the Hamaka bloodline allowed her to clearly feel that Nima's aura had undergone a drastic change.

"Nema, your strength... has it been a breakthrough?!" Aesemata widened his eyes in disbelief.

Niema did not hide anything, but bowed his head and confessed with a pious look.

"Yes, Lady Clan Mother... You may have already felt it. That is the power bestowed upon me by His Majesty the Demon King. With the help of that Lord, I successfully broke through the bottleneck of the Saint General level and was promoted to the Divine General level."

It turned out to be a breakthrough!

But...how is this possible? !
Aethemata's heart suddenly shook, she was speechless, and her face was full of astonishment.

Raising the soul level... that is a power that only the legendary gods possess!

Only warriors who are devout enough and return to Atea's arms after death can gain greater power in the afterlife!
How is this going?

Nima didn't seem to notice the tribe mother's shock at the moment. Her face was full of utmost admiration for His Majesty the Demon King.

That look... It was as if she was willing to completely give her life and soul to him.

Xia coughed lightly, and Nima, who was immersed in the kindness of the Demon King, came back to his senses as if awakened from a dream.

She coughed dryly, quickly restrained her expression, and respectfully retreated behind Xia.

Aiselmata stared at Nima blankly, with all kinds of thoughts flashing through his mind, but he couldn't form a single sentence.

"Sister..." Xia whispered at the right time, which brought her back to reality from her shock.

"These days... I have been wondering why he can do things that only gods can do, but because we know too little about the world outside the great barrier, I still can't think of the answer."

After a pause, Thea continued.

"There is only one thing I am sure of. In the past thousand years, the ancient continent may have undergone changes that we cannot predict. This change is not only in the mortal world, but also in the sky..."

Fighting does not depend on soldiers, and killing does not require knives... The power they displayed was far beyond her understanding.

Xia looked into Aethelmata's eyes seriously, with deep fear in her low voice.

"This demon king from outside the Great Barrier is most likely the newly born god on that continent. We submit to him, perhaps in accordance with fate."

Aethemata was speechless for a long time, and finally sighed softly, adjusted the expression on her face, looked at Xia solemnly and said.

"I understand... In fact, that's what I'm here for."

Xia breathed a sigh of relief and a knowing smile appeared on her face.

What she was most worried about was her elder sister - the respected clan mother still had the intention of using the Demon King and had no intention of submitting to him from the bottom of her heart.

She did not have such concerns from the perspective of the Demon King's Army, on the contrary, it was for the sake of the Sand Ridge Clan.

The Holy Ankylosaur Kingdom needed an army of 100,000 to destroy the Sand Ridge Tribe, but for these guys... maybe just a few of them would be enough.

In the face of the absolute disparity in power, anything extra they did would just be a waste of time.

But now it seems that her concerns were unnecessary, and the respected Lord Hamaka understands the overall situation.

While Aethelmata's mind was still immersed in the words of her sister Thea and Niema, she suddenly noticed that there seemed to be more than just flags of the Sand Ridge Tribe near her delegation's camp.

Through the shadows of the rainforest trees, she could clearly see several different tents lined up in a row, with flags of different colors flying above the camp.

"Thea, who are those people?"

Aethemata's eyes narrowed slightly, and she vaguely guessed something, and her voice became solemn.

Xia followed her gaze and nodded slightly seriously.

"Those are envoys from other tribes. They arrived here a little later than us. Among them are the Wind Howl Tribe living in the Stairway to the Sun Mountains, and the Tide Tribe living in the bay area... In addition, some smaller lizardmen forces also sent envoys."

Aethelmata wrinkled her scales, her eyes became playful, and she spoke with a half-smile.

"It seems we are not the only ones eyeing the might of the Demon Lord."

These vultures are stealing mice!

Aiselmata couldn't help but curse in his heart, it was obviously me who was here first!
At this moment, she had completely forgotten that just yesterday she was in the meeting room discussing the migration matters with the clan leaders and elders with worried faces... Obviously, she herself did not firmly believe in the power of the Demon King from the beginning.

"Yes," Xia nodded, with wisdom flashing in her pupils. "Now the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom is obviously in decline, and many forces that were originally hesitating and watching have begun to think about defecting. They all know that if they cannot express enough sincerity and put themselves in the right position in the shortest possible time, they will probably miss a key historical opportunity."

Having said that, Xia showed a relieved smile on her face and spoke softly.

"Fortunately, we placed our bets earlier and stood firmly beside the Demon King before everyone else. As a result, we got opportunities that they didn't get... including Nima breaking through the bottleneck of his strength and becoming a God General, and the Demon King's personal guards personally guiding the young people in our clan."

A powerful god-general is enough to change the balance of power between the Sand Ridge tribe and other tribes, especially since this god-general is now by the side of the Demon King.

And if the Quicksand Assassins of the Sand Ridge Tribe can play a greater role in the Demon King's Army, their status in the Demon King's Army will undoubtedly rise. They may even have the hope of replacing the old overlord, the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom, and becoming the new overlord of the Janna Continent!

Hearing this, Aethemata felt relieved, but also felt a sense of urgency.

Obviously, she was not the only one who could think of such a huge benefit. Although the Sand Ridge Tribe had seized some advantages because of the early bet, the other forces on the Janna Continent were by no means easy to deal with.

If there is any hesitation, this slight advantage may disappear in the blink of an eye.

She took a deep breath, her eyes gradually became firm, and she turned to Xia and Nima and said.

"It seems that we have to move faster."

Even add some chips!
(End of this chapter)