The legend of the Crimson Demon clan started from Suqing.

Chapter 590 The Forest Spirit Girl's Secret Room Tragedy
The enormous, multi-layered buds enveloped Zun Zun as if protecting him—in fact, the First Protection, as a form of imprisonment, was, to some extent, for defense.

Whether it's outside or inside.

Sink Barbara saw the imprisoned Zun Zun and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"Although it's only the first blessing, it's more than enough to deal with demons. Unfortunately, you can't make me use the second blessing, because you're not that man... Ronnie Launiel!"

She said this through gritted teeth.

As a genius among the goblins, the man who almost killed her, Sink Barbaren specially prepared three spirit destruction spells for her to send her on her way, sacrificing more than 20 people in the forest elf capital for this, which is enough to illustrate his own obsession and madness.

It's not that there's no way, it's that we're not qualified.

Exchanging 20 Yu Sen's essence for the life of a mere demon is simply not worth it. Moreover, it would easily be seen as a cover-up, thus exposing her last trump card.

—The Fourth Blessing of the Ancient Times.

However, there is no problem. The First Blessing of the Void was exposed 23 years ago, so it doesn't matter if it is known. After obtaining the new demon species, its core can probably enhance the power of the Zero Blessing of the Void once again.

"If you have someone to blame, blame yourself for provoking me."

"Ah, really?"

Then Sink Barbalian saw Zun dignifiedly and slowly emerge from the First Protection's prison.

"……Eh?"

Even the most skilled sorcerer of the forest, the most talented of all, Hua Guanqing, completely lost his composure at this moment.

"Why...why were you able to get through this? How did you do it...?"

"That's how we got out of here, you see."

Zun Zun poked at the First Blessing with his hand, the sorcerer's so-called trump card of the Forest Elves - although it was only a prelude and a product of 23 years ago, it was not something that anyone could easily dispel!
Especially after its own improvements, transforming its interior to be unusable by magic, and possessing the same characteristics as the Immovable Second Blessing!
"Because magic doesn't work on me anymore."

"……what?"

A single, casual remark struck the genius of the forest elves like a thunderbolt.

Sinke Barbalen is undoubtedly a genius. She was able to secretly direct the Forest Elves to rise to the position of one of the three major races, create several spirit destruction techniques, and was also the earliest Flower Crown Lord. Moreover, as a sorcerer capable of using the Eightfold Sorcerer technique, she was undoubtedly the number one person below the God race.

She has every right to be proud and arrogant.

In fact, she was extremely arrogant even towards Kainas, the god of forest spirits, repeatedly belittling him as an incompetent boss, a god as insignificant as air, a piece of trash, and someone only slightly more useful than scraps of paper... and so on.

Furthermore, the spirit destruction techniques developed by Sink used the power of the Forest Spirit God without restraint, almost to the point of lawlessness.

However, the forest spirit god Kainas did not concern himself with these trivial matters, or perhaps he simply did not care about the various feelings his creations had for him.

There are basically two reasons for this.

One reason is that the elders dote on the younger generation, simply acknowledging that she is somewhat mischievous and willful; the other reason is that the other person poses no threat to them, so they let her be.

However, regardless of which one it is, it implies that it cannot cause harm to itself.

Is he the number one person below the level of a magical deity?
That is also below the divine species.

I'm sorry, but Zun Zun is already equivalent to a god.

“You… are definitely not a demon.”

Sink Barbara said this with extreme vigilance, while her six diamond-shaped eyes darted around the familiar and comfortable room, searching for a way out.

And ultimately, her choice was—

"Eight-level warlock, fall——"

"it's useless."

With a snap, just before Sink Barbarian was about to use his magic, Zun Zun snapped his fingers, and at the same time, a faint animal sound could be heard—if I wasn't mistaken, it was the sound of a cat meowing.

What is the deeper meaning behind this?
Before she could think it through, she discovered that her connection with the Elf Corridor had been severed, just as the second blessing of Immovable Gods temporarily isolated all the magic in an area.

The current Sinker Barbalian, the true commander of the Forest Elves and the first person to plant the Yae Sorcerer's Divine Seed, has completely transformed into a frail woman.

Just when it seemed like the scene of the "Forest Elf Girl's Tragic Chamber" was about to unfold, Zun Zun was leisurely sitting at the table, looking at the magic book in his hand.

It contains several of her ideas for developing magic, as well as records of her experiments.

But it wasn't the Fourth Blessing of Eternity, but rather the other three types of spirit sorcerers originally used to deal with the goblin species Ronid Launiel—because the Forest Elf capital's library was later looted by special individuals of the Skywing species, she simply discarded it there as if there was no need to hide it.

"A brilliant idea."

After seeing the magic that could be combined and amplified using multiple spells, Zun Zun was full of admiration.

"Yes... thank you for your compliment."

"But you look very unhappy."

"With a peerless beauty like me right here, you're just reading those outdated magic books..."

Sink Barbalian's forehead veins bulged.

Zun Zun's actions were as if to say that the magic book was more attractive than her, a great beauty. How could she not be angry under such circumstances?
Although she was joking and deliberately showing her dissatisfaction, she was secretly trying to crack the current situation of the Elf Corridor being blocked. Zun Zun also noticed this but did not stop her, because doing so would be futile, and only in this way could the conversation continue.

However, it was the other party who started the conversation.

"If I may ask, you wouldn't happen to be a god-like being, would you? But in my intelligence, there is no information about the Crimson Demon race. So, are you a race you created?"

"No, I am one of the Crimson Demons, and I am not a god either. I can assure you of that."

"Oh, do you mean I lost in magic to someone who isn't a god?"

"How complacent you are. But in terms of magic, haven't you truly lost to someone?"

"Who are you?" "—A special individual of the Skywing species."

Exploded.

Although Sink Barbarian still maintained a good-natured, smiling demeanor, Zun Zun could clearly sense from his expression and eyes that he intended to kill.

That's just bringing up the very thing you don't want to talk about.

This is probably one of the only two failures Barbara was unwilling to face.

The first time was when he was truly defeated and nearly killed by the goblin Ronid Launiel. The second time was when he was about to take revenge and wipe out the goblin fleet, including Ronid Launiel, but was stopped by the strong intervention of a special individual of the Skywing race.

If that's the case, then so be it.

In the end, even the capital of the forest elves was destroyed in one blow, and all their books were looted.

Even though she stubbornly refused to admit it was her defeat and kept declaring that it was a necessary result for the next counterattack, it was still a pain in her heart.

"I must clarify that if you're referring to those killing machines that are given life by the God of War and only aim at other people's heads, then they can't be said to be the strongest magic; they're just a bit more powerful."

This guy is really competitive.

But this reminded Zun Zun of Hui Hui's opponents—it's just that your explosive magic is powerful enough, you're not a proper mage!
...I think we probably share the same view.

"But it's also a fact that you lost, isn't it?"

"...I'll kill her next time."

Sinker Barbal said this with a calm and confident expression, which immediately convinced Zun Zun that she had definitely developed the Ancient Fourth Blessing. The information about the goblin race was correct.

Normally, it should have taken her one to two years to fully develop and perfect the Fourth Protection, thus changing the course of the war...

No, in the end, did the goblin species really collect the information themselves, and did the forest elves develop new spirit destruction techniques? Could it be that the information was deliberately spread by the creator before us?

The purpose was just to fish?

Or perhaps they spread intelligence to lure goblins to investigate, hiding themselves well so that the other side would mistake it for a bluff, and then use it at the crucial moment to deliver a shock to the other side.
Regardless of the latter, the former achieved its goal, at least catching Zun Zun out of the water.

So scary, so scary.

This woman is a master of manipulation.

The Crimson Demon Clan is highly intelligent, but it's unlikely that they are. Otherwise, Huihui and the others wouldn't have been so easily fooled by some people. Even Zun Zun had to admit that he was far inferior to them in this respect.

"pity."

"What's a pity?"

Sink Barba pressed on, clearly not wanting the conversation to end, intending to extract more information from Zun Zun.

"My purpose in coming here is actually to find someone who can end the war."

"What do you mean?"

"Don't get me wrong, I don't want to sit on the throne of the One God. To be honest, that thing is dispensable to me, and it doesn't matter who sits on it. What I care about more is the person who can end the war."

"pity?"

"Unfortunately, that person is not you."

The words Zun Zun uttered caused her expression to change instantly. She couldn't even maintain the most basic, feigned smile, and for the first time, she showed a hint of anger.

From the very beginning, they viewed this world as a chessboard, where every race was a pawn to be manipulated at will, and they didn't even take their own forest spirit god seriously.

For such an arrogant and confident forest elf, this is undoubtedly the dirtiest insult.

"So you're saying that person is Ronid Launier? Could he be a special individual of the Skywing race?"

"neither."

Upon hearing this, her smile returned.

"May I ask for the other party's honorable name?"

"blank."

"Ok?"

"It's just a blank space without a name."

Zun Zun casually put the book back in its place, then abruptly ended the conversation and disappeared from Sinke Barbalian's sight. Throughout, he made no inappropriate or frivolous moves towards her.

In that case, it would be better to kill her!
"Hehe, hehehe...hehehe..."

A woman's low laughter echoed from inside the room; her voice, as deep and sinister as an abyss, spoke volumes about just how angry she was.

"Alright, I accept this challenge. So, Venerable One? A member of the Crimson Demon Clan, right...? The person he's talking about should also be a member of the Crimson Demon Clan, right? In that case, let's have a proper contest! Let's see who's stronger!"

I am the one who can end the eternal war!

—Sink Barbalen would probably think that way.

Zun Zun stood on the hillside, gazing down at the new capital of the Forest Elf race, his gaze settling on a house in the suburbs.

A proud and arrogant genius is naturally not one to be provoked. And when the other party focuses their attention on him and the Crimson Demon Clan, it gives Rick and the human race more time to prepare.

He admitted that he might not be as intelligent as Sink Barbarian, but it was precisely because of this that he was able to manipulate Barbarian by exploiting his personality.

After all, geniuses are the most unwilling to admit defeat and the most prone to getting stuck on trivial details.

(End of this chapter)