Green’s Skull Tribe is rely one of the lowest-ranking tribes among the thousands serving the Soul-devouring Fla Demon.
According to these Pegasus Beir, there are over a dozen small and large Evil Gods in the entire Evil God Playground, making it the strongest world among the dozens of surrounding worlds. Beyond the vast territories controlled by the Soul-devouring Fla Demon lie the neighboring Demonic Skin Ghost, Cyclops Troll King, and Amkes Sun God.
"Under the long-term coverage of Skynet, the World’s Power will be gradually destroyed by a form of waste pollution, losing the ability to birth a World Guardian, which is more devastating than the Wizard’s Will."
After rolling up the precious parchnt map in his hand, Green summoned Xiao Ba, who appeared on his shoulder with a sulky face, speaking in a peculiar tone: "What do you want?!"
This fellow is still angry about what happened a few days ago.
"Alright, alright, this is my new palace, go have fun."
After coaxing him a little, the Nether Flower Sprite behind saw Xiao Ba and seed very fond of such vivid and beautiful creatures, her bright eyes sparkling.
Xiao Ba drooped its eyelids, glanced at the sowhat artistic palace, and grumbled: "Hmph, don’t think Master Eight will forget what happened the other day!"
Then Xiao Ba looked at the Nether Flower Sprite: "Who is this?"
Knock! Knock! Knock!
The sound of knocking on the door resounded as Green signaled for the seven tribal elders to enter. All were between the First and Second Level in strength, dignified in appearance, vastly different from the typically filthy Pegasus Beir. When they saw Xiao Ba on Green’s shoulder and the Nether Flower Sprite serving Green respectfully after unlocking her chains, they were montarily stunned.
Green lazily sat on the stone chair, crossing his legs, the sharp, dark nails on his thumb tapping the Nether Flower Sprite behind him, declaring as if it were natural: "I want this sprite."
Woah!
At this, the Pegasus Beir elders practically exploded, their expressions changing drastically.
"Chief, it’s absolutely not allowed. These offerings were personally recorded by the Fla Demon Servant. This sprite accounts for half of the tribe’s offerings, I disagree."
"If the lord wants to eat, you can change your taste temporarily. Once we follow the Soul-devouring Fla Demon through the Full Moon Gate to raid the Nether Flower World, you can have as many sprites like this as you want."
"If the lord requires young and beautiful won to serve you, we can forcibly recruit them from the tribe. There’s no need to waste vitality on these lowly, filthy Foreign Domain sprites..."
"You bastard, I challenge you!"
Bang!
With one swing, the challenging elder was struck out of the hall, the sound of his fractured thigh bone wailing throughout the tribe. Green pulled the startled Nether Flower Sprite onto him, the fair-skinned, tall sprite ending up sitting in Green’s Pegasus Beir guise lap, for Green to toy with at will.
"I, the king, just like this sprite, what about it!?"
Xiao Ba imdiately perked up, squinting its little eyes and laughing wickedly, lost in thought.
The Pegasus Beir elders exchanged glances. In the end, none spoke further. They discussed using other tribal wealth to replace the Nether Flower Sprite as tribute with Green, and then left with absurd expressions on their faces.
Once the room was empty, the Nether Flower Sprite quickly escaped from Green’s lap, her cheeks flushing red, covering her bosom with her hands, breath unsteady, glaring angrily at Xiao Ba. It took her a while to control her unusual emotions.
"Wahaha, co now, let Master Eight enjoy himself a bit more."
Green glared at Xiao Ba: "If you keep causing trouble, I’ll go tell Leafy, haha."
...
A month later.
As the chieftain of the Skull Tribe, Green led a long procession of Pegasus Beir offering teams towards the Black Stone Mountain.
Whip cracks struck the thick leather of iron-skinned oxen, driving these heavy, lazy yet imnsely strong creatures to pull the wooden carts, accompanying other tribal chieftains under the Soul-devouring Fla Demon’s command to pay homage, the procession stretching as far as the eye could see.
"Fools, hurry up! Any tribe that fails to offer sufficient tribute to the Soul-devouring Fla Demon by the appointed ti will lose their entrance rights to this Full Moon Gate."
A massive shadow cast by the sky flew overhead.
Green, served respectfully by the Nether Flower Sprite massaging his shoulders on the cart, looked up.
This shadow was a gigantic fla over ten ters tall, formless and shapeless, surrounded by a layer of negative energy from remnant souls burning off in all directions, flashing over a hundred ters above the convoy — a rather rare fire elent life form.
"Heh heh heh, it seems this must be the clan of the Soul-devouring Fla Demon, its primal form as well."
Xiao Ba was already accustod to such rare elent life forms. It wasn’t known how many such rare forms encountered extinction in the Ancient Wizard wars unwittingly.
Green shook the blood in his experintal test tube, then speaking to the Nether Flower Sprite behind him: "Such misfortune, it seems this creature’s clan is highly immune to the Sorrow of the Other Poison Elent in your body; even if you were eaten by that Soul-devouring Fla Demon, it couldn’t delay the Full Moon Gate ti."
...
Atop Black Stone Mountain, endless black smoke billowed from the volcano vents, obscuring the sunlight, which bore a resemblance to the Amkes ti.
It was precisely this smoke that influenced the crescent moon of the Evil God Playground.
There, guarding the imposing palace, were over ten Level-3 Fla Demons. The Pegasus Beir tribal chieftains lowered their heads as they proceeded inside the hall comprised of countless skeletons and souls, the howling sound echoing in the hall.
On the throne high in the hall stood an altar, atop which a Level-3 pinnacle Fla Demon stood, encircled by ominous black clouds that lded with the hall’s aura, fearso as it laughed heartily, overseeing cart after cart of Energy Baryte being pushed into the mouth of the Black Stone volcano.
A bustling crowd, thousands of Pegasus Beir leaders gathered inside the hall, each leading tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or millions of followers, with the lowest being like the Pegasus Beir chieftain Green disguised as; Level-3 creatures were not scarce.
Feasting on at, quaffing wine, making noise, exceedingly chaotic.
"Why aren’t you eating?"
Xiao Ba was gnawing contently on a huge piece of roasted at from the tray on the table, looked at the pale-faced Nether Flower Sprite, and asked.
"Would you eat your own kind?"
The Nether Flower Sprite gritted her teeth.
Green sat indifferently, curiously observing this Skeleton Palace when suddenly an eyeball "gurgling" rolled over his feet, and a third-level Pegasus Beir with a large machete beside him gave him a sinister grin: "Let have so fun with your servant."
In ticulous observation of this peculiar palace, Green looked down at the eyeball at his feet, then at the third-level Pegasus Beir grinning at him. Coldly, he reached out his hand.
A wave of Repulsion.
Bang!
The third-level Pegasus Beir, in disbelief, was blasted back several hundred ters, landing at the feet of a Level-3 pinnacle Fla Demon atop the high altar in the hall.
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