The First World, in the conference hall of the Naga Holy Land.
The senior mbers of the Nagas sat gloomily, led by the head of the clan—dusa the Gorgon, looking unhealthy, her injuries still not healed.
Recently, life has not been easy for the Nagas.
First, a supposedly extinct Nashash appeared, attempting to subdue the Nagas and injuring the clan leader, dusa the Gorgon.
Then, the Nagas dispatched Hong Lin and others to the Second World to steal the Divine Nectar of the Queen of Agony for the clan leader’s healing, but they only brought back fake nectar and attracted the Demon Clan as a formidable enemy.
In the war with the Demon Clan, the Nagas lost many Divine Domain experts, including an Ancestral Elder of the Illusory Gods!
They managed to unite various forces of the First World into an alliance to stabilize the situation. The Demon Clan experts also turned to the Second World, but the God of Slaughter unexpectedly arrived to call for reinforcents!
Gui Tianzhu, an Ancestral Elder, had no choice but to lead 10 Demigod Protectors and pretended to go with the God of Slaughter to save the Second World. As a result, the crisis in the Second World was resolved, but Gui Tianzhu and those ten Naga Demigod Protectors never returned.
Afterward, the Demon Clan struck back, dragging the Nagas into the quagmire of war again!
The Nagas now had only two Void Gods left, one being an Ancestral Elder, and the other being the clan leader, dusa the Gorgon, but she was injured and unable to fight at full strength.
The Nagas had reached a precarious state, a sense of unease pervaded the clan, and each face in the conference room was filled with solemnity.
"Report to the clan leader! Elder Leng Quan was killed by the Spirit Demon!" At this point, a guard suddenly rushed into the conference hall to report in a panic.
"It’s bad! It’s bad! The Heavenly Demon killed Protector Adonis!" Another guard rushed into the hall with more bad news.
Everyone’s faces turned extrely grim, anger and fear intertwined.
This war, the avatars of the Six Great Demon Kings did not arrive, but under the leadership of the Heaven-Sent Demon Kings, Spirit Demon and Heavenly Demon, their tactics were more bizarre, employing treacherous strategies, appearing and disappearing unpredictably, and many Naga Divine Domain experts had already been killed!
Moreover, the two Heaven-Sent Demon Kings, unlike the Six Great Demon Kings, understood how to divide their enemies, frequently stating that the war targeted only the Nagas and would not involve other races.
In actual battle, they kept their word, even under overwhelming advantage, they refrained from attacking other races’ experts, choosing instead to let them go.
This caused the allied mbers of other races to start becoming slack, fighting passively, watching from the sidelines, and preserving their strength.
Gradually, the Nagas were left to fight against the Demon Clan on their own!
These days, they had suffered continuous defeats, the Demon Clan’s power was even close to touching Nashash’s sacred land—Billow Sea!
At this mont, a beautiful Naga woman swung her enchanting snake tail, hurriedly entering the conference room!
Seeing this woman, everyone held their breath, their faces rising with expectations.
"Divine Ghost Music! Has the avatar of Lord Barbarian God agreed to help us?" dusa the Gorgon, sitting at the head seat, couldn’t wait to ask.
The woman shook her head, saying, "Lord Barbarian God did not make a clear statent, only asking you to personally go to the Barbarian God Temple."
"Oh?" dusa the Gorgon was slightly taken aback, "Asking to go personally?"
"Yes! Lord Barbarian God seems to have sothing important to tell you," the woman said respectfully.
dusa nodded, "In that case, I will personally go to the Barbarian God Temple! Next, you all take your positions and make sure to block the attacks of the Demon Clan!"
After speaking, the figure of dusa the Gorgon instantly disappeared from the conference hall.
...
When her figure appeared again, it was already in the headquarters of the Barbarian God Cult on the Barbarian Continent—the Barbarian God Wilderness.
dusa the Gorgon flew over the deserted wilderness and arrived at a prival forest. Here, the foliage was lush and miasma pervaded, the roars of various fierce beasts ca from within the forest.
At the edge of vision in the distance, stood an enormous Phoenix Tree, towering into the clouds, its gigantic crown like a giant umbrella reaching the sky, shading the vast forest.
A Fire Phoenix flying around that enormous Phoenix Tree, its body ablaze with flas, elegantly raised its neck, basking in the sunlight, occasionally letting out resounding cries of the phoenix.
That Phoenix was once the mount of the Barbarian God.
And the Barbarian God Temple was located on that gigantic Phoenix Tree.
dusa the Gorgon flew rapidly, and the enormous Phoenix Tree grew larger and larger.
The branches on the giant tree are like endless suspended mountain ranges.
The leaves on the branches are like green adows in the mountains.
The veins on the leaves are like networks of small rivers across the adows.
Embedded at the center of several branches is a massive, ancient treehouse, covered in moss and vines, exuding a primitive and natural atmosphere.
The Fire Phoenix, basking in the sunlight, slowly turned its head to glance at dusa the Gorgon, then continued to enjoy the glow without stopping her.
Soon, dusa the Gorgon arrived in front of the treehouse.
"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!" The treehouse exuded a breath that chilled the heart, as if so terrifying entity were breathing inside.
In the next mont, dusa the Gorgon took a deep breath, reached out, and pushed open the door of the treehouse, her serpentine tail twisting as she entered.
Inside the treehouse was a Demon-Sealing Space, cut off from the world, where a Mortal God could hide, isolated from the Divine Enthronent pull of the Heaven Realm.
The room was dimly lit, with niches on the walls on both sides, each holding a torch that cast flickering yellow light, casting restless, swaying shadows of the Gorgon.
At the far end of the room, there were no torches, quite dark, yet faintly visible was a vague black shadow, a massive Barbarian Bull, on its limbs half-kneeling, like a small mountain.
Its back bore a wooden saddle, upon which sat a majestic figure with six arms, muscles knotted, full of brute force.
His expression was fierce, with the flickering torchlight constantly altering his face, as if he were an evil Deity!
That was a manifestation of the Barbarian God! The Barbarian God is the most powerful deity in the history of the First World, a Son of God, with the Dark Goddess of the Divine Realm as his mother and the War God as his father. They broke the laws of the Heaven Realm by secretly uniting to give birth to him. Afterward, the Dark Goddess and War God were hunted down by The Gods and fell, and it took the Barbarian God only six years to successfully achieve Divine Enthronent and left for the Demon Realm, becoming a fad Demon God.
But before he achieved Divine Enthronent, he left this manifestation behind to continue guarding the First World.
At this mont, in one of the Barbarian God’s hands, he held a tray filled with tiny blue figures, like a dish of fruit.
Those blue figures wore cap-like mushrooms on their heads, obviously Blue Elves. They were frantically running around but could not escape the confines of the tray.
The Barbarian God extended a finger, picking up one Blue Elf from the tray, and slowly brought it to his mouth.
The Blue Elf, faced with the abyss-like enormous mouth, struggled with all its limbs, but was ultimately devoured by the giant maw.
Like eating grapes, the Barbarian God consud the Blue Elves one by one.
When he swallowed the last Blue Elf, he chewed gently, with a trickle of blood from his lips, enhancing his terrifying visage.
Blue Elves are Spirits of Vegetation, transford by Swan Mushrooms, and consuming them can grant eternal life, enlightennt, and countless benefits. The Barbarian God’s true form has long ago achieved Divine Enthronent and ascended to the Heaven Realm. His left-behind manifestation had severed its connection with the true form, thus risking losing its mind; however, regularly consuming Blue Elves allows this manifestation to retain intelligence. Hence, the Blue Elf Clan must regularly dispatch a batch of Blue Elves to the Barbarian God Temple for this manifestation to enjoy.
dusa the Gorgon swallowed hard, ca forward to the Barbarian God, bowed, and said, "Greetings, Lord Barbarian God!"
Her voice was humble and respectful, though she, as a Void God and the chief of the large Race, the Nagas, a figure of authority who commands life and death, was trembling with fear before this manifestation of the Barbarian God, barely daring to breathe.
"Your Nagas are in crisis, and without proper handling, it might lead to your extinction." The Barbarian God looked down at dusa the Gorgon, his tone calm and impassive, as though he would be unfazed even if the Nagas faced extinction.
"Please, Lord Barbarian God, lend us your aid!" dusa the Gorgon imdiately pleaded, presenting a humble posture.
"No, the Six Great Demon Kings have not arrived, there is no need for to act. This ti, you only need to ally with one person to resolve the crisis." The Barbarian God said slowly.
"Ally with whom?" dusa the Gorgon was taken aback.
"Ally with !" Just then, a hoarse voice ca from another dark corner.
dusa the Gorgon turned her head to look, her pupils instantly dilated, her body trembling violently with rage!
From the darkness erged a Mysterious Python, its body appearing exceedingly sinister and evil under the flickering firelight.
"It’s you!" dusa the Gorgon glared at the Python, gritting her teeth, saying, "You previously tried to subdue our Naga Clan and even ambushed in the Holy Land; I haven’t sought revenge, yet you dare to bring yourself here! Are you courting death?"
"Your Naga Clan is an offshoot of us Nashash, and I am the last Nashash in this world, isn’t it only natural for you to submit to ?" The Python said confidently.
"What a delusion! Nashash is a relic of the past, used to threaten people! Last ti you ambushed successfully, today I’d like to see what you’re capable of!" dusa the Gorgon said coldly, beginning to gather ominous energy in her palm.
"dusa the Gorgon, don’t struggle in vain; today, whether you want to or not, you will submit to him!" At this ti, a familiar voice ca from another dark corner, and the Patriarch of the Cult of the Barbaric God, Sodoros, erged!
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