Once upon a time there was a greedy snake

"In other words... the more you want something, the less likely you are to get it."

In an instant, the thoughts of the Thirty-Sixth Generation Akakage were like a wild horse, galloping along this path.

He vaguely felt that he had grasped something, a feeling that was extremely difficult to describe, not something definite, but this vague feeling was extremely important.

However, just as he was about to grasp that feeling, the howling wind pulled him back to reality.

That was a golden-winged roc in mid-air. The golden-winged roc, which had already fallen halfway, actually took flight again—even though flames had already ignited on its chest, the golden-winged roc was still desperately flying towards the distance.

"They didn't kill them...?"

The Thirty-Sixth Generation Akakage sighed.

But he only sighed; he didn't feel any regret. After all, he had only just mastered this power, and being able to severely injure the Golden-Winged Roc with a single blow was already an excellent result.

As for what comes next...

"There's no need to chase after them and kill them."

Without pursuing the fleeing Golden-Winged Roc, the 36th Generation Crimson Shadow turned his head and looked at the great snow mountain behind him.

"After all, I have now grasped something much deeper."

Looking at the snow-covered mountains, his gaze suddenly became profound.

Yes, he wanted to create a world with saber-toothed tigers and mammoths.

Neither saber-toothed tigers nor mammoths were the most important.

Most importantly, there is the world itself.

"Even if saber-toothed tigers and mammoths go extinct, it doesn't matter."

"We just need to let them grow back."

Chapter 113 The Power to Change the World

Although the Ignivas' main area of ​​activity was concentrated near the sacred mountain, they had more than just this one city.

The new Ignis City in the Southern Swamp was founded by the Second Akakage with all his heart and soul, and it took several generations for the Ignis people to officially move back to their old home—but that doesn’t mean they abandoned the Southern Swamp.

The development of that region has never stopped, and the research on that swamp has continued—just as the people living in the new city have an unforgettable feeling for their homeland, the seekers living on the holy mountain also have considerable curiosity about this unknown region.

Thus, while successive generations of Akakage initiated one reform after another.

Generation after generation of seekers of the truth have also discovered some incredible things in the southern swamps.

"In fact, all living beings come out of the swamp."

When the seekers put forward this argument, the Ignivas thought they must be crazy. For thousands of years, the Ignivas had lived in their homeland, at the end of the Old King's era, and were forced to leave their homeland due to the sudden deterioration of the environment.

As for the claim that everyone came from the southern swamp... how could anyone utter such utter nonsense?

But the seekers did not change their tune because of the insults. Instead, they presented detailed evidence—various bones they had dug out of the swamp and various remains they had found in the sacred mountain.

"By comparing these skeletons, we can see that a long, long time ago, the homeland of the Ignivas was also a swamp..."

According to the seekers, the earth was originally muddy and barren, and there were no trees at that time, only some ancient ferns. In that era when there were no humans, the animals living on this land were very similar to the animals in the swamp, and could even be said to have come from the same source.

After that, as time passed, the swamps became land, and the grasslands became forests. In those thousands of years of evolution, creatures such as bison, antelope, cave bears, dire wolves, saber-toothed tigers, and mammoths truly emerged.

These things didn't exist before.

"But, on the other hand..."

"If we can create large swamps like we did a long, long time ago, then given enough time, new saber-toothed tigers and mammoths will eventually be born!"

The Thirty-Sixth Generation Akakage was initially skeptical of this idea.

But now...

He already had the strength to try this idea.

"I hope you can bring out the saber-toothed tiger."

Thinking of this, the Thirty-Sixth Generation Akakage looked into the distance, towards the direction of those minotaurs.

If those minotaurs can't produce saber-toothed tigers...

So, in order to create a world with saber-toothed tigers and mammoths, he probably had no choice but to use his own methods.

"Although this will likely take a long time..."

Thinking of this, the Thirty-Sixth Generation Akakage couldn't help but marvel once again at the wisdom of the Serpent God.

Is it really that simple to have a good meal?

No, this is clearly the most difficult thing.

……

On this day, the capital of the Hennu people was struck by disaster.

It wasn't the monkey Ignivas that attacked, but rather the Golden-Winged Roc Demon King who flew back—the heavily injured Roc Demon King began pecking at the flesh and blood of the Hennu people as soon as he landed, and only stopped for a short while after eating more than three hundred of them.

But it only stopped for a short while. Just when the Hennu people thought they could escape, the mad Roc Demon King started pecking at them again.

"What's going on here!"

Inside the magnificent temple, the young monks watched as the ordinary Hennu people outside were terrified and fled in panic as the Roc King pecked at them. For a moment, they were so frightened that they could not speak.

Beside them, the elderly minotaurs frowned deeply and remained silent for a long time.

"Don't worry about it for now."

In the end, it was a few elderly minotaurs who made the decision.

It wasn't that they didn't want to help, but that they couldn't. How could they possibly stop the severely injured and crazed Peng Demon King with just a few of them? So for now, they could only console themselves by saying that they were exchanging the lives of some slaves for the severely injured Peng Demon King's recovery.

Yes, even among the Hennu, there were slaves.

After all, even among the Hennu, there are distinctions of superiority and inferiority.

The lowest class, naturally, consisted of the Hennu people who lived outside the temple. They were the most numerous, but also the second lowest in status—after all, there were other races below them, which made them seem slightly higher.

However, this "high" is only slightly higher. Even with the presence of other races at the bottom, it doesn't mean that these ordinary Hennu people will have any other status.

If you want status, you have to speak with strength. This is the third level of the Hennu people, who are the arms of the sacred bull god Dehennu. That's what they say, but in reality, it's a very large category. From warriors wielding stone axes to demon gods like the Golden-Winged Roc Demon King, they all belong to this level.

Above the warriors are the brains—the Hennu monks who live in temples; they are the elite of the elite.

However, even among the elite of the elite, there are still differences between them.

"Go and consult Magala, we need the wisdom of the sacred bull god."

After a brief discussion, the elderly minotaurs sighed.

If these elderly monks are already the leaders among all monks, then the being known as Magala is the true monk among monks—although nominally all Hennu people are incarnations of the sacred bull god Dehennu on earth, and are qualified to receive the wisdom of the sacred bull god Dehennu.

However, there is also the question of whether there is more or less understanding in this process.

The monk Magala, the most accomplished of all the Hennu, undoubtedly possessed the greatest understanding of the wisdom of the sacred bull god Dehennu. However, precisely because of this, Magala rarely appeared in public—after all, Magala needed to spend a great deal of time comprehending the wisdom of the sacred bull god Dehennu, and had no time to concern himself with such mundane matters.

But now, they are facing a terrifying power that can severely injure even the Demon King Lianpeng.

They might indeed need to bring out this esteemed monk among monks.

"All obstacles are only temporary, as long as the wisdom of the Holy Bull God remains... that is a power that can change the world!"

Thinking of this, the elderly minotaurs suddenly felt a surge of confidence.

Chapter 114 So-called Wisdom

The monk of monks, Magala, lived in a cave on the mountain behind the temple, which was also an extremely sacred place. In mythology, many Hennu monks had received the wisdom of the sacred bull god Dehennu there.

Therefore, these elderly minotaurs walked along with extreme piety, their cautious demeanor suggesting they were afraid of making even the slightest noise.

Even so, just as they reached the outside of the cave...

A steady voice rang out first in the cave.

"You still came."

The voice sounded so kind, so wise, so full of love that just hearing it made the elderly Hennu people want to kneel down.

"It seems things outside have really gotten out of hand..."

"You...you already knew?"

Several elderly minotaurs looked up in astonishment. They had only just arrived, and before that, they hadn't relayed a single thing about what was happening outside to the monks among monks.

But right now, the monk among monks, Magara, who lives deep in the cave, already knows everything.

"hiss……"

Thinking of this, the elderly minotaurs gasped and then lowered their heads again.

Yes, this must be from the wisdom of the sacred bull god. Although the monk among monks, Magala, has never appeared, the sacred bull god, Dehennu, has already revealed everything to him.

"Please tell us, tell us what to do."

Several elderly minotaurs lowered their heads, appearing extremely humble.

They were all waiting, waiting for a response from the cave, waiting for the monk of monks, Makara, to reveal the truth to them.

And then the voice from inside the cave rang out once more.

"Don't worry."

The voice coming from inside the cave said this.

"The God of the Sacred Cow protects His people. The Hennu will be alright. All difficulties are only temporary. Time will eventually be on the Hennu's side."

Upon hearing this, the elderly minotaurs all bowed down, their expressions becoming increasingly devout.

This is the divine message from Dehennu, the god of the sacred cow; it is the ultimate truth of heaven and earth, and it is absolutely impossible for it to be wrong.

And indeed, the oracle of Dehennu, the god of the sacred bull, proved to be correct.

Although the Golden-Winged Roc Demon King was indeed severely injured and escaped, the terrifying Ignivas monkey did not pursue him—heaven knows what happened, but the Ignivas monkey simply went back.

Of course, the monkey Ignivas simply went back. Before leaving, it mentioned the saber-toothed tiger again, but the Hennus couldn't produce one, so it didn't pay much attention to it.

Anyway, that monkey Ignivas left; he didn't fight his way all the way to the capital.

This is undoubtedly a win.

The Hennu people, who had escaped death, immediately began to celebrate. They all believed that this was the power of the sacred bull god Dehennu. No matter how powerful the monkey Ignivas was, it was ultimately just a creation of the sacred bull god. They even regarded the appearance of the monkey Ignivas as a warning from the sacred bull god to the Hennu people. The reason why the sacred bull god arranged for the appearance of the monkey Ignivas was only to remind the Hennu people.

As for what exactly the Hennu were being reminded of, the monks in the temple had not yet figured it out, but in any case, it was all just an arrangement by the sacred bull god Dehennu.

Now, the monkey Ignivas has left.

The Hennu, naturally, won again.

"Under the protection of the sacred bull god Dehennu, we will continue to win."

All the Hennu people have this confidence, after all, they have always been so. Under the guidance of the Holy Bull God, they have gradually multiplied and spread. Under the glory of the Holy Bull God, they have even conquered many demon gods... This kind of victory will continue, and continue and continue.

That was what they originally thought.

Until, the terrifying flames raged once again across the land of the Hennu.

"Why are you here again?"

The elderly minotaur monks were dumbfounded when they heard that a messenger covered in blood had brought intelligence from the vicinity of the Great Snow Mountain.

Didn't you already go back? What are you trying to do by coming back?

"Still...still a saber-toothed tiger."

The messenger, covered in blood, spoke in anguish.

This makes absolutely no sense. The Hennu have said before that they don't have saber-toothed tigers, yet that monkey Ignivas actually came to ask for one... How could the Hennu possibly give something they don't have?

Even if you're looking for trouble, you can't just use this one reason, can you?

"Then let the demons..."

The aged minotaurs immediately thought of the solution they had always used.

However, this time, even though the minotaurs sacrificed thousands of black-robed monks, none of the demons were willing to move.

"We were willing to do things before because there were benefits to be gained, but now... how can you really send us to our deaths?"