Once upon a time there was a greedy snake.

Chapter 110 One person surrounded everyone
The Hengnu certainly couldn't produce saber-toothed tigers; how could they possibly produce something they didn't have?

They didn't even know what had happened on that land far to the east of the Great Snow Mountain, or why this so-called Crimson Shadow had suddenly rushed over like a madman. What was most puzzling was that this monkey, Ignivas, had only come alone. Wasn't he afraid of dying?
Furthermore, this Ignivas monkey even lost its left arm.

Just as the Ignivas had tried to understand the Hennu before, the Hennu who sent the delegation knew much more about the Ignivas—although they still didn't understand how the Ignivas used magic, they at least knew that if these Ignivas monkeys wanted to summon fire, they had to clap their hands together.

Having lost his arm and left with only one hand, the monkey Ignivas could hardly even cast normal spells.

"With this level of skill, they actually dare to provoke the people of the Holy Bull God..."

The Hennu people thought this was suicidal.

Although the Hennu people have always claimed to be peace-loving and averse to fighting, they would not hesitate to cleanse the world on behalf of the sacred bull god Dehennu when faced with such reckless monkeys.

So the Hennu sent out their forces.

A large number of strong and robust Hennu people took up their battle axes. They were the backbone of the Hennu, with physiques as strong as bison, allowing their battle axes to split even giant rocks. Of course, these strong warriors were not intended for frontal assaults; they were merely the Hennu's reserve force, used to cut off the enemy's retreat and prevent the Ignivas monkeys from sending any more reinforcements.

The ones truly in charge of the arduous task were the Hennu monks draped in white robes.

Although these monks appear thin and weak and not good at fighting, if you underestimate them just because of their appearance, you will surely have your internal organs shattered by their roars—every Hennu monk is well-versed in the art of incantation, and with just a roar, they can turn giant rocks into dust.

But even these monks do not represent the full strength of the Hennu people.

To ensure absolute success, numerous black-robed monks were also mixed into the battle force. Each black-robed monk possessed mantra techniques no less powerful than those of the white-robed monks—however, compared to direct attacks, these black-robed monks had even more terrifying abilities.

That is to sacrifice one's own life to summon a terrifying demon god.

This was a backup plan the Hennu people made for safety, since the opponent was the leader of the Ignivas—although the Hennu people still didn't understand the relationship between these Ignivas monkeys and the ancient serpent, they didn't dare to gamble on whether the Ignivas monkeys would summon the ancient serpent if they went mad.

If that ancient serpent is allowed to ravage the land of the Hengnu, regardless of who wins or loses in the end, the Hengnu will lose far too much.

"So... we must kill him."

The command came from the temples of the capital.

If this so-called Crimson Shadow can be killed on the spot, those Ignivas monkeys will definitely fall into chaos, especially since the three demon gods are still rampaging on the other side of the Great Snow Mountain, which will undoubtedly make the chaos even worse.

But chaos can also symbolize opportunity.

In particular, it symbolizes the opportunities of the Hennu people.

"The kings of those Ignivas monkeys have gone mad... We've got this in the bag!"

As the warriors set off, the same thought arose in the minds of all the Hennu people: they couldn't wait to go to the other side of the snowy mountains and take over those unclaimed lands.

The foolish monkeys will eventually reap what they sow for their foolishness, while the wise Hennu will gain everything.

The Hennu people have this kind of confidence.

Until three days later.

"...You mean, you lost?"

The elderly minotaur monks stared in disbelief at the messenger, who was covered in blood and looked terrified.

Keep in mind that they even mobilized black-robed monks; such power would be more than enough to wipe out some small races, let alone their opponent this time, who was just one person.

Just one person.

There was only one person. "How...how did they do that?"

The messenger's blood had stained the spotless gemstone floor, but the minotaur monks paid no heed to that.

They just wanted to know how the warriors lost, and they just wanted to know how the monks died.

After all, such a huge difference in combat power shouldn't be possible...

"I don't know either, I really don't know..."

The severely wounded messenger clutched his head in anguish.

All he could recall were fragmented images: the one-armed monkey thrashing its body, and soldiers falling in droves. They didn't even know where the Ignivas monkey came from; it was as if it had suddenly appeared in front of them.

But when they tried to give chase, the Ignivas monkey leaped onto the treetop and disappeared from their sight in a few bounds.

The white-robed monks did indeed make a move, but they couldn't capture the monkey Ignivas, simply because the monkey Ignivas ran too fast and too far—but just as night fell and the monks fell asleep, that damned monkey Ignivas reappeared once again.

The monks' robes were set ablaze, along with their flesh and bones, leaving the camp, originally intended for the warriors to rest, filled with the stench of burning flesh.

"Then... what about the black-robed monk?"

An old minotaur couldn't help but speak up.

"Where are the black-robed monks? Where is the demon god? Did you not summon the demon god? Or were you attacked before you could summon him?"

If it were possible to summon the demon god, no matter how powerful that monkey Ignivas was, the messenger should have brought back good news.

But now...

“The Demon God…we did indeed summon the Demon God.”

The badly wounded messenger trembled even more violently.

"Those demons, those, those three demons..."

"...Wait? Three?"

The minotaur monks present suddenly felt that something was amiss.

Even if that monkey Ignivas is incredibly powerful, summoning a demon god would be enough to kill it. Moreover, given the number of those black-robed monks, summoning even one demon god would be the limit.

Where did the other two demon gods come from...?

"Boom!"

As a shadow that blots out the sky descends, the earth begins to tremble.

Immediately afterwards, a terrifying roar echoed throughout the entire temple.

"Finally home!"

Outside the magnificent temple, the enormous blue-faced lion let out a long breath.

(End of this chapter)