Wizard's Journey

Chapter 1040 Soul-Devouring Flame Demon

Green's Skull Tribe is only one of the lowest-ranking tribes among the thousands of servant tribes of the Soul-Devouring Flame Demon.

According to these Pigpie, the entire Evil God Paradise contains more than a dozen evil gods of varying sizes, making it the strongest world among the dozens of worlds nearby. In addition to the vast territory controlled by the Soul Devouring Flame Demon, it is adjacent to three evil gods: the Evil Skin Demon, the Cyclops King, and the Sun God Amkas.

"Under the long-term coverage of the Skynet, the power of the world will be gradually destroyed by a kind of waste, losing the ability to give birth to world guardians. This is even more destructive than the will of wizards."

After rolling up the precious sheepskin map in his hand, Green summoned Little Eight on his shoulder with a thought, its face drooping and saying sarcastically, "What!?"

This guy is still angry about what happened a few days ago.

"Alright, alright, this is my new palace, let's have some fun."

After coaxing the guy a little, the spider lily spirit behind him saw Xiao Ba and seemed to really like this lively and beautiful little creature, her bright eyes sparkling.

Little Eight glanced at the somewhat artistic palace with droopy eyelids, and grumbled, "Hmph, don't think that Eighth Master has forgotten what happened a couple of days ago!"

Then Xiao Ba glanced at the spider lily fairy: "Who is this?"

Boom!Boom!Boom!

A knock sounded at the door, and at Grimm's signal, seven tribal elders entered. They all possessed strength levels between level one and two, and their dignified appearances were a stark contrast to the usual filthy, shabby peacocks. They paused for a moment when they saw Little Eight on Grimm's shoulder and the spider lily spirit behind him, who had unlocked her chains and shackles and was respectfully serving Grimm.

Green sat lazily on the stone chair, legs crossed, and pointed his thumb, with its sharp, dark nails, at the spider lily fairy behind him, saying matter-of-factly, "I want this fairy."

Wow!

This caused an uproar among the Pig-Beard elders, and their expressions changed drastically.

"Chief, absolutely not! These tributes have already been designated and recorded by the Balrog Attendant. This elf is worth half of the tribe's tribute. I disagree."

"If you wish to eat, sir, you can temporarily change your taste. Once the Gate of the Full Moon has finished plundering the Other Shore Flower World with Lord Soul Devouring Flame Demon, you can eat as many of these spirits as you like."

"If the master needs young and beautiful girls to serve him, we can forcibly conscript them from the tribe. There's no need to waste our energy on these lowly and filthy exotic elves..."

"You bastard, I challenge you to a duel!"

Bang!

With a single blow, he sent the challenging elder flying out of the hall. The agonizing scream of his broken thigh bone echoed throughout the entire tribe. Grimm pulled the startled spider lily sprite behind him, dragging her down onto his body. The fair-skinned, tall sprite immediately sat in the arms of the piglet that Grimm had transformed into, allowing Grimm to play with her as he pleased.

"I simply love this elf, what do you say!?"

Little Eight suddenly perked up, squinting its small eyes and laughing wickedly, its mind filled with who knows what it was thinking.

The elders of the Pig-Pig exchanged glances, and in the end, none of them spoke. After discussing with Green for a while how to use other treasures of the tribe to replace the spider lily spirit as an offering, they all left with absurd expressions on their faces.

Once the room was empty, the spider lily fairy swiftly escaped from Green's arms, her cheeks flushed, her hands covering her breasts, her breath ragged, glaring angrily at Xiao Ba. It took her a while to barely control her strange emotions.

"Waaaaaah, come here, let me have some more fun."

Green glared at Xiao Ba: "If you keep causing trouble, I'll go tell Ye Ye, hehe."

…………

A month later.

Green, as the chieftain of the Skull Tribe, led a long procession of Pigp offerings toward Blackrock Mountain.

Crack, crack, crack—the whip lashed against the thick leather of the iron-skinned oxen, driving these clumsy, lazy, yet incredibly strong monsters to pull the wooden carts, joining the many chieftains of the Soul-Devouring Flame Demon tribe in their worship. The procession stretched as far as the eye could see.

"Fools, hurry up! Any tribe that fails to offer enough tribute to Lord Soul Devouring Flame Demon within the allotted time will lose the right to enter the Gate of the Full Moon."

A dark shadow flew across the sky.

Green, who was being respectfully served by the spider lily fairy while having her shoulders massaged on the wooden cart, looked up and glanced at the scene.

This shadow was a giant flame over ten meters tall, formless and shapeless, surrounded by a layer of negative energy left by burning vengeful spirits. It flashed past a hundred meters above the convoy, a rather rare form of fire elemental life.

"Gah gah gah, it seems this must be the race of the Soul-Devouring Flame Demon, and its original form."

Xiao Ba was already used to these rare elemental life forms; the ancient wizards had unintentionally wiped out countless such rare life forms during their long wars.

After shaking the blood in the experimental beaker in his hand, Green said to the spider lily fairy behind him, "It's really unfortunate. It seems that this species is quite immune to the Otherworldly Sorrow Poison element in your body. Even if you are eaten by that Soul-Devouring Flame Demon, it is impossible to delay the opening of the Full Moon Gate."

……

At the summit of Black Rock Mountain, endless black smoke billows from the crater, obscuring the sunlight and somewhat resembling the scene at Amon Ro.

It is this black smoke that is affecting the crescent moon of the Evil God's Paradise.

On either side of the imposing, towering palace stood a dozen or so level-three fire demons guarding it. The leaders of the Pig-Beetle tribe bowed their heads as they entered the hall, which was composed of countless skeletons and vengeful spirits. The mournful wails echoed throughout the hall.

Atop the high seat of the main hall stood an altar, upon which stood a peak level three fire demon. The black smoke swirling around its body blended seamlessly with the aura of the entire hall, creating a terrifying sight. It laughed loudly, "Hahahaha," as it oversaw cart after cart of energy crystals being pushed into the Black Stone Volcano's crater.

The hall was bustling with activity. Thousands of Pigpie leaders gathered there, each with tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even millions of followers. The lowest-ranking Pigpie leader was someone like Grimm, who was in disguise. There were also quite a few Level 3 creatures.

They ate meat in large mouthfuls, drank wine in large bowls, and made a lot of noise, creating a very chaotic scene.

Why aren't you eating?

Little Eight, who was enjoying a huge tray of roasted meat on the table, looked up at the pale-faced spider lily fairy and asked.

Would you eat your own kind?

The spider lily fairy clenched her teeth tightly.

Green was sitting nonchalantly, curiously observing the skeletal palace, when suddenly an eyeball rolled over at his feet. A level-three pig-like creature wielding a large cleaver grinned maliciously at Green: "Let me play with your servants."

Grimm, who was meticulously observing the strange palace, lowered his head, glanced at the eyeball at his feet, then at the level-three pig-like creature grinning at him, and with a cold smile, extended his palm.

A repulsive wave.

Bang!

The level 3 Pig-Bug was sent flying hundreds of meters backward in disbelief before landing at the feet of the peak level 3 Flame Demon on the high altar of the main hall.

(End of this chapter)