The Demon King is unfathomable

Chapter 288: Destiny Announced

Over the Holy Lake.

Two lizardmen from the Wind Howl clan flapped their wings and floated quietly one after the other, their eyes filled with fear and panic.

"It's over." Looking at the Assam city that was destroyed in just one blow, Urga muttered to himself.

Captain Kadar, the captain of the guards floating beside him, swallowed hard, his wings trembling uncontrollably, and spoke in a trembling voice.

"I didn't expect that the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom couldn't even last a night..."

With just one strike, the thousand-year-old foundation of the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom was completely destroyed...

Is this the power of the devil?
It’s so powerful…

"That is no longer the power of a mortal." Urga said in a hoarse voice, and the scales between his eyebrows squeezed into a ball.

The great barrier had indeed trapped them for too long, to the point where they were completely disconnected from the outside world.

While the lizardmen on the continent of Janna were still fighting for control of several rivers, this group of conquerors who came from afar had already mastered power far beyond their imagination.

It wasn't just the rain of fire that made a terrible roar.

And there is magic that matches the power of the gods!

The temple that the Ankylosaur clan had spent thousands of years building was easily dragged into the air by the demon king and then thrown to the ground.

Faced with such an opponent, Urga knew that he had no chance of winning. At the same time, he was extremely grateful that he had played it safe and did not stand on the side of the Holy Armored Dragon Kingdom in anger because the messenger was thrown back.

in fact……

So the cemetery is pretty merciful when you think about it this way, isn't it?

Although those zombies looked scary, at least they let the messenger return alive and did not chop off his head.

Urga felt a little comforted in his heart. It was undoubtedly sad for the Kingdom of the Holy Armored Dragon that the continent of Janna had a new master, but it might not be a bad thing for the Wind Howl Clan.

At least no one hurt their hearts.

Thinking of this, Urga couldn't help but envy the Sand Ridge tribe.

That group of cunning chameleons has completely won the bet this time. As the first tribe to stand on the side of the cemetery, they will probably be able to get a big piece of the pie from the Holy Ankylosaur Kingdom!

Urga, who used to look down upon the cemetery, has already begun to think about how to increase the status of the Wind Howl Clan in the cemetery.

I don’t know if the Demon King needs a mount.

If necessary, he could consider...

……

Urga and his men did not know that although the Demon King's army also bombed the city of Assam, what actually destroyed this thousand-year-old city was not the rockets from the cemetery, but a "strange plan" from a thousand years ago.

The Dragon God Gutaf once again struck a heavy blow to his people.

But his original intention must be good, just like he used a great barrier to cut the continent of Jana off the planet thousands of years ago in order to protect his people.

After all, God loves the world.

It’s a pity that the respected Mr. Gutaf is now an egg and can’t open his mouth to explain.

But that's okay--

Although he has no mouth, the Devil does have one and can speak for him.

In the ruins of the Dragon Temple, High Priest Zel faced the devastated streets and read out the Dragon God's will - or rather, the Demon King's will - to the priests, nobles, and surviving soldiers and people of the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom in a solemn and dignified tone.

In order to cover up the unforgivable crimes committed by their ancestors, to evade historical reckoning, and to maintain the legal basis of their rule, the Pal family has stubbornly carried out blood sacrifices time and time again, even sacrificing the messenger of the Dragon God from the sea, and finally suffered the disaster of today.

The collapsed temple is the most direct evidence.

Hearing that the Dragon God not only sacrificed himself for the Ankylosaurs, but also mercifully forgave them for going astray time and time again, and even did not give up until the very end, and finally sent the chosen one who could smash the shackles on them...the Ankylosaur lizardmen on the ruins shed tears of emotion, and began to pray collectively under the leadership of the priests, completing the final conclusion of the past.

Thanos, leaning against the stone wall with his arms folded, glanced at the group of lizardmen crawling on the ground, and a hint of sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"...I bet that if their Dragon God really came back, the first thing he would do would be to clean up his house and slaughter all these unworthy descendants."

Blancia raised her pale and slender hand, yawned lazily, and glanced at the cynical guy.

"You care so much about what a group of bugs do. Are you interested in any of them?"

Hearing the piercing voice, Thanos chuckled coldly, too lazy to argue with her, and disappeared into the darkness.

"I'm just worried that these reptiles are lowering the average level of the cemetery. After a thousand years of reincarnation, they are still like this. The proportion of extraordinary people among goblins is probably a little higher than them."

Lower the average level of the cemetery?

Looking at the shadow hiding in the darkness like a poisonous snake, a hint of sarcasm appeared at the corner of Blancia's mouth.

"It seems that you don't have a deep enough understanding of the power of our Demon Lord. Turning decay into magic is what he is best at."

These newborn souls are a little weak, but which soul is the lucky one that is blessed by the gods from birth?

Everyone starts from nothing and grows into a prosperous one.

Including the cemetery that was initially torn apart.

Including the once deserted Black Wind Castle.

Even the Demon King himself...these are all living examples.

Even if you search through the history of hell, you won't find another human being who was an orphan and sat in the seat of a member of the Parliament Building.

Thinking of this, a gleam of intoxication appeared in Blancia's eyes.

Praise the Devil!

Let this rising purple moon descend over the sky of Desperate City and save the maze of Thunder County from falling apart!
"I haven't thought about it that way, don't talk nonsense..." Perhaps out of fear of the devil, Thanos added this sentence right after he left, and then he really left.

At the same time, on the other side, on the street not far from the ruins of the Dragon Temple.

Luo Yan was giving orders to his subordinates, arranging their stationing in Assam City. At the same time, he sent subordinates with a keen sense of smell and little devil players to assist the residents of Assam City in searching for the Ankylosaur Lizardmen buried in the ruins.

From now on, the Ankylosaur clan will be his people, and as their lord, he still has to take some responsibility for them.

Besides, they are all Gutaf’s children, so he might as well just wipe the butts for his future mounts.

In addition, Luo Yan also ordered Thanos to look for the trace of Holy King Iz.

According to the high priest Zel, that guy seemed to have flown to the sky with the Dragon Temple and then disappeared.

Unfortunately, Thanos only found some indescribable debris from under the ruins of the temple - shaped like burnt meat sauce.

Obviously, the golden scales of the Pal family are no more durable than granite. Judging from the pile of shattered Dragon Temple, there is no need to say more about its fate.

Pity.

Luo Yan originally planned to throw him to the angry residents of Assam City, let him also taste the feeling of being hung on the altar and having his kidneys chewed, and by the way consolidate the faith of these new believers. However, he did not expect that this guy died in a corner without permission, which was a good thing for him.

However, just when Luo Yan was about to give up, a priest of the Ankylosaur tribe came to remind him that there were other members of the Pal family.

"It is abominable that the Pal family has fooled us for a thousand years. The crimes they have committed are as numerous as the blood and flesh smeared on the stone steps of the Dragon Temple! Izzy's death is not enough to commemorate the soul of the Dragon God... Your Majesty, as long as you give the order, I am willing to serve you and complete the liquidation of the Pal family for you!"

Looking at the lizard face full of humility and flattery, Luo Yan couldn't help but smile playfully.

"You guys can handle it on your own, don't ask me."

The priest puffed out his chest with vigor.

"Yes! Lord Demon!"

From Gutaf's point of view, the first head of the Pal family was undoubtedly a traitor, but from the perspective of the Ankylosaur clan, this might not be the case.

That crucial blow not only cut off Gutaf's head, but also cut off the shackles on the necks of the Ankylosaur clan.

However, it is a fact that the guy did not settle Gutaf's mistakes in time, and it is also a fact that he completely inherited the legacy of the great barrier and Gutaf's will.

Today, under the leadership of the Pal family, the Ankylosaur clan has experienced a serious decline in civilization and has become infinitely close to primitive people who eat raw meat and drink blood.

It is understandable that these primitive people decided to settle accounts with his descendants in a primitive way.

No matter what, this is the internal affair of the Ankylosaur clan.

After sending the kind-hearted priest away with just one sentence, Luo Yan no longer asked about this trivial matter that had nothing to do with the overall situation.

Interestingly, this time the dragon egg in his arms did not contain Hong Wen.

Just consider this as His tacit consent.

……

On the seventh day after the end of the war, reconstruction work had already begun for some time, but it is still in the stage of clearing the ruins and the restoration of the buildings has not yet begun.

A series of makeshift dirt roads extended to the camp outside the city of Assam. The roads were strewn with broken bricks and tiles on both sides. Skeleton soldiers pushing carts were running with a creaking sound, persevering in carrying out cartloads of garbage.

Of course, the cart was not filled with only garbage. There were also some gold and silver items scraped off the ruins... These treasures could be exchanged for ghost money at Titch's hotel.

However, since the exchange income is average and far less than digging out survivors from the ruins, there are not many players who specialize in panning for gold in the ruins. Most of them just do it for fun and resell it to newbies who collect scrap.

It is sad to see that the once magnificent streets are now reduced to charred outlines and the remains of stone pillars melted by the high temperature.

"It's so tragic..." Looking at the place where he fell in the past, [Teammate Sacrifice] standing in front of the ruins of the Dragon Temple sighed softly.

Why bother?
He was just passing by.

But I didn't expect that the respected Demon King would actually avenge him. The NPCs in this game are too real...

In the distance, players in battle robes and the Hell Demon Army were still assisting the corpses and undead laborers in clearing the ruins. From time to time, the dull sounds of falling stones and digging out bones could be heard.

At this moment, beside the holy lake of the Holy Ankylosaur Kingdom, the leaders and envoys from various tribes were standing silently.

Most of them have already surrendered to the Great Cemetery, but at this moment, facing the scene of destruction before them, they still couldn't help but hold their breath, and a chill ran through their hearts.

The former city of Assam now looked like the carcass of a giant beast with its scales peeled off. All this was because the arrogance of the Holy Ankylosaurus Kingdom had incurred the wrath of the Demon King.

"I'm afraid that this is the only punishment from God..."

Uyana Cuilin's voice was as low as the sound of the tide, and her light green scales seemed to be glowing with lamentation.

She is from the Tide Tribe and is a prophet in the tribe. She has orally delivered the revelations of the sea god many times, warning her fellow tribesmen not to provoke outsiders.

Although the warning from the God of the Sea was false, fortunately her caution was correct.

“Hahahaha! As expected of the Demon King… This damned bug has gotten what it has today, this is retribution!”

The tribe mother of the Sand Ridge tribe, Aesmata Hamaka, stared at the ruined city of Assam with a sharp gaze. There was no trace of lament in her beautiful vertical pupils, only the joy of revenge.

Unlike the Tidal Tribes living in the coastal areas, the hatred between the Sand Ridge Tribe and the Holy Ankylosaur Kingdom can be traced back thousands of years.

Although it was a pity that she couldn't take revenge personally, she was now a subject of the Demon King, so if we rounded it off, she had taken revenge!
Praise the devil!

An intoxicated expression appeared on her golden scales, and her slender tongue licked the corner of her lips.

"Fortunately, we made the right choice."

Standing next to Aethelmata, Xia's vertical pupils flashed with a calm and wise light, and her steady tone was like the cool breeze blowing across the sand dunes.

Her gaze passed over the holy lake and fell on the city of Assam - or rather the ruins of the city of Assam.

Unlike the clan mother, she saw not only victory, but also a new god about to be crowned under blood and fire.

And they happened to be on the right side.

"Incredible..."

The elder of the mountain tribe muttered to himself, his dusty gray scales full of vicissitudes of life, and his eyes stared straight towards the center of the lake.

"The temple that the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom spent thousands of years to build...was reduced to ashes overnight."

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that someone could do this.

Urga, who was standing nearby with his wings folded, had a mocking smile on his face, looking at these stunned aliens as if they were a group of ignorant bumpkins.

"Do you understand now?"

Although he is also a member of the tribes, as a loyal minister who has been silently watching the Demon King in the sky since the Demon King set foot on this land, Urga feels that he is worlds apart from these insects.

Uyana Cuilin gave him a meaningful look, and several other marginal tribes also cast dissatisfied glances at him.

Except for Aesemata, she just curled her lips and didn't take the guy standing at the back seriously at all.

no doubt--

Speaking of the Demon King's subjects, among the many lizardmen standing here, only she who had "fought side by side" with the Demon King's servants deserves this honor.

When everything is over, she will build a monument to the Demon King in the Twin Tail Rift Valley in the central desert!

Urga next to him was still chattering.

"I have said it before, that master's power has long exceeded our understanding of supernatural power. Not to mention a mere Dragon God Temple, even if it is a barrier set up by the Dragon God himself, it is just a matter of waving his hand for him."

The lizardmen were silent for a moment, some looked in awe, and some lowered their heads in thought.

At this moment, a series of pitch-black thorns suddenly emerged from the edge of the lake, scaring the dwarf dragon standing by the lake drinking water.

A huge pressure loomed over the lake.

All the lizardmen looked towards the twisted thorn bush, with surprise and vigilance in their eyes. They thought it was the devil himself, but they only saw an elegant woman walking out of the thorn bush.

The black long skirt outlines her graceful figure, and the hem that does not reach her ankles brushes against the green grass. Her seemingly weak eyes hide a sharp edge.

The scales on Aselmata's body were taut, his breathing was slightly heavy, and the moment his eyes accidentally met hers, his vertical pupils shrank slightly.

That's the look you get when you look at a bug!

however--

But she couldn't muster up any anger in her heart.

There is only the trembling and fear that comes from biological instinct!

Blancia did not look at her.

Or to be more precise, although that lazy look swept across the lizardmen present, it did not linger on any of their faces.

As a true subject of the Demon King, she smiled softly, her voice gentle and graceful yet with a hint of unquestionableness.

"The Demon King has asked me to take you into the city. Please follow me."

After saying that, she turned around and walked towards the Assam city in the center of the holy lake.

The lizardmen looked at each other, exchanging fear in their eyes, but finally took a step forward and followed.

Following Blancia's footsteps, they walked along the wide road to the center of the Holy Lake and passed through the ruins of the half-collapsed city wall. Aethelmata looked around. This was her first time in the Holy City. Unexpectedly, the situation inside was even more shocking than she had imagined.

The wealth of the Saint Armor Dragon clan was beyond her imagination.

Every building here is made of stones, and even if they are dilapidated, you can still see the exquisite carvings remaining on them.

No wonder they are no match for the Ankylosaurs. The national strength of both sides is simply not on the same level!
If the Great Cemetery hadn't intervened, they would have been crushed to death by the expeditionary force of the Ankylosaur Clan...

Aethemata was unwilling but had no choice but to admit it.

The other lizardman leaders, except Aesemata, looked around, looking at the wreckage on the street in amazement.

What kind of powerful force could destroy this rock fortress like this...

Even Urga, whom he had seen once in the sky, was silent.

Compared to when he was flying in the sky, he felt his own insignificance more deeply when he stood on the ruins...

With fear of the Demon King's strength, the lizardmen finally came to an open space. In the center of the open space was a stone platform that rose abruptly from the ground.

It was a stone platform summoned by earth magic. There were still traces of dried mud on the flat rock surface, which showed that it had been built only recently.

The one standing on the stone platform was the Demon King, and nearby were the lizardmen of the Ankylosaur clan, including nobles, priests, and soldiers.

Judging from their expressions, they had obviously submitted to their new master.

They have been waiting here for a long time!

Looking up at the majestic figure on the stone platform, Aethelmata, who regarded himself as a subject, slowly bent his knees, touched the ground with one knee respectfully and obediently, and spoke softly.

"Greetings to His Majesty the Demon King."

Seeing this, other lizardman leaders and messengers followed suit. The sounds of worship rose and fell in the open space, and it looked like a grand occasion of tribute from all nations.

The high priest Zel, who was standing at the foot of the platform, glanced sideways.

Even when the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom was at its peak, it was unable to make these barbarians submit willingly. Unexpectedly, the Demon King could do it with just a glance.

He sighed softly in his heart.

really……

This gentleman really came with a mission!

Luo Yan, standing on the high platform, had no idea what Zel was thinking, and didn't care.

The reason why he called his servants here today was not to ask about their well-being and show his friendliness to the people, but because he had something important to announce.

Looking at the leaders who were kneeling on one knee, he spoke in a gentle tone.

"Everyone, get up."

After getting permission, all the lizardmen stood up, raised their eyes, and looked carefully at the platform, trying to figure out the deeper meaning behind the majesty.

Luo Yan looked down at the entire place, without a word of nonsense, and directly announced the undisputed future of the Cana Continent in a majestic and steady voice -

"From today on, the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom has become history and no longer exists."

There was a sudden silence in front of the platform.

All the lizardmen, whether they were from the Ankylosaur tribe or from various tribes, held their breath at the same time, waiting for the majestic voice to continue.

"...From now on, the Ankylosaur tribe will no longer be a single tribe, but will be divided into twelve independent tribes based on the areas where they live. Together with the hundreds of other tribes on the Janna continent, they will form the United Kingdom of Gutaf."

"As the only legitimate political entity on the Janna continent, the United Kingdom enjoys sovereignty over all of Janna's territories and territorial waters. It is not only a country shared by hundreds of races of the descendants of the Dragon God, but also an extension of the will of the Great Cemetery on the Janna continent."

"Its de jure king is nominated by the Council of Chiefs and approved by the Death Priest sent by the Great Necropolis. Each tribe will elect its own chief to the Council of Chiefs on a regular basis to discuss state affairs with the elected king, resolve internal disputes, and formulate laws to be followed by all under the supervision of the acolytes."

Some of the Ankylosaur lizardmen lowered their heads. Most of them were residents of the former Assam City.

Among them were soldiers, merchants, civil servants, nobles, as well as priests and assistants in charge of sacrificial activities.

The collapse of the old kingdom means that their privileges, fiefdoms, and even the glory bestowed by the Dragon God will all turn to dust.

The days when they relied on their status to speak were completely over from today.

In the corner of the square, an elderly noble secretly clenched the scepter in his claws, his knuckles turning white. But in the end, he said nothing, but just bowed his head silently and accepted his fate.

Six days ago, High Priest Zell made public a secret that had been unknown for thousands of years, and all of the direct and collateral branches of the Pal family were massacred by the angry Dragon God believers.

Thousands of heads fell on the street not far from here, and blood flowed into a river. Even now, when he thought of that bloody scene, he still trembled with fear in his heart.

Although blood sacrifices occurred from time to time in Assam, the sacrifices in the past were mainly slaves, which was far less shocking than the catastrophe six days ago.

In this tragic world, it is already difficult to survive, and he dared not think about anything else.

In addition to the depressed old nobles, there were also some Ankylosaurs whose eyes became bright at this moment.

They came from the border and the wilderness, and were once excluded from the core power by the Council of Elders in Assam City. The collapse of the kingdom certainly frustrated them emotionally, but as marginalized people under the old order, they also saw a new dawn from it.

Earlier they had to bear in silence for the benefit of Assam city, but now they can speak out for their own interests.

"Finally... it's our turn to speak." A strong-bodied Ankylosaur from the border of the kingdom whispered to himself, unable to suppress a hint of excitement in his voice.

As for the lizardmen who originally came from various tribes, their reactions were not strong. Some were thinking with interest, while others were quietly waiting for the Demon King to continue.

They had no specific concept of building a new kingdom, nor were they interested, and it was not so easy to let go of the grudges with the Ankylosaurs. However, just listening to what the Demon King said, it seemed that it had no impact on their interests.

In contrast, they are more concerned with practical matters:
For example, “How should the land be divided?”

For example, “Who will inherit the treasure of Assam City?”

They were restless, exchanging glances and whispering to each other.

In response to those pairs of expectant and even eager eyes, Luo Yan smiled slightly and continued in a majestic voice.

"——Next, it's about the arrangement of the land."

"The land of each tribe will be redivided and will be the first topic of discussion at the Chiefs' Council. In principle, the Great Necropolis agrees to extend the original territory based on the living habits of the residents of each tribe. Those of you who live in the mountains can still live in the mountains; those who live in the water can still be close to rivers and lakes; those who like nomads can freely travel through the wilderness."

Upon hearing that the territory could be expanded, all the leaders were delighted, except for the nobles of the Ankylosaur tribe, who felt pained but had no choice but to endure it.

Taking in their expressions, Luo Yan continued.

"In addition, the natural resources of the Janna continent are shared by all the lizardmen of the Gutaf United Kingdom. We allow each tribe to dispose of the natural resources in its own territory, but at the same time we also require each tribe to open its borders and guarantee the right of each tribe to migrate freely... You can decide your own future, but you cannot restrict the stay or departure of your tribe members."

As soon as he finished speaking, whispers of discussion spread again in the square.

Freedom of movement?

That is to say...

The Ankylosaur clan can swim in the Tide Clan’s territory, and the Wind Howl Clan can fly to the Ankylosaur clan’s territory to hunt?

Most of the tribes on the continent of Jana live a nomadic and hunting life and have no farming technology or traditions. For them, land is more of a pasture and hunting ground. If they can hunt on each other's land, then what is the point of dividing the land?
If it is really divided like this, I am afraid that only the Tide Clan and the Ankylosaur Clan can get the advantage. One is a fisherman who has no competitors, and the other is a farmer who does not need to migrate around.

This time, the Ankylosaur lizardmen who had originally lowered their heads raised their heads again, with a hint of disbelief in their eyes. It was obvious that they did not expect to get a sweet treat after being beaten.

Uyana Cuilin looked at the stage in surprise, then looked at the aggrieved Aesemata beside her. She obviously didn't understand why the benefits fell on the heads of the Tide Clan, who had a very low sense of presence.

Looking at the lizardmen who were talking a lot, Luo Yan just smiled faintly and remained unmoved.

Accident?

unreasonable?
That's right.

He did say that they could discuss their own affairs with each other, but he didn't say that he also had to discuss the matter of the cemetery with them.

The will of the cemetery will be carried out to the end - he wants these lizardmen who live a primitive life to abandon their original traditions.

The land utilization rate of nomadic pastoralism is too low.

According to their previous lifestyle, they would be defeated by foreign colonists in minutes as soon as the great barrier was lifted. How could they help him share the firepower then?

Of course, he wouldn't leave them to fend for themselves.

The acolytes of the necropolis would bring landless peasants from the Duchy of Campbell and teach them farming techniques, helping them complete social transformation while consolidating their own beliefs.

From now on, their population will expand tenfold or even dozens of times, and they may even serve as the "nucleus" of the native land and assimilate the colonists from the empire in turn.

It's not impossible.

As to whether this is what they want, that is another topic. He was not here to do charity.

The loser has no choice.

At least compared to Gutav, he was still very merciful and would at least choose a posture that would make both parties comfortable.

"In addition to the right to free movement, I would like to announce two other basic rights for the Lizardmen of Janna Continent—"

"From this day forward, slavery will be abolished. No group of people can enslave another person because of their blood or identity."

"——In addition, all rituals of human sacrifice will be prohibited."

"Violators will be subject to a maximum penalty of death."

"It's not even okay to volunteer to be a sacrifice!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire square in front of the platform exploded in an uproar.

"What?! No more sacrifices?!"

"Then, how will the sun rise?! How will a good harvest come?!"

"Master Demon King... I beg you to show mercy. Slavery is a rule passed down by our ancestors. It is the foundation of our existence..."

A priest of the Ankylosaur tribe was probably so anxious that he shouted boldly.

"Are there no slaves in hell?"

"Have."

Luo Yan simply answered his question and then said nothing more, causing the lizard, whose face turned red with anxiety, to faint from anger.

Of course hell exists, including in the empire, but its scale and proportion are incomparable to here, and it is not the mainstream of their respective societies.

Besides, other people don’t catch them to eat them.

At least not entirely.

If these lizards didn't have the tradition of human sacrifice and they just wanted to make slaves do the work, he might not bother with it.

Given the situation on the continent of Janna, it is a basic operation for a tribe to capture another tribe as a unit and use them as slaves.

In extreme cases, the ratio of slaves to free people could even reach 1:1.

This is not just about capturing some ratmen and goblins to mine, but rather a systematic mutual persecution among the main ethnic groups.

If this problem is not solved, even if the chiefs' meeting is held, these tribes will still fight each other over the slaves they captured.

What's more, if these slaves are not turned into self-employed farmers first, where will their labor come from?

Looking at these bugs making noise in the audience, Blancia's face gradually fell, and a cold voice suddenly enveloped the heads of all the lizardmen in the audience.

"Did you misunderstand something... Did the Demon King allow you to speak?"

The moment she finished speaking, the Black Dragon crossbowman standing on one side of the square raised the heavy crossbow in his hand. The cold crossbow arrows exuded a murderous aura, which instantly calmed down the hot-blooded lizardmen.

There was total silence.

Thea swallowed unconsciously, and the tips of her claws glowed slightly.

She could feel that the crazy woman who had never treated them as her own kind would really kill them!

"That's enough, Blancia, I didn't ask you to interrupt." Luo Yan glanced at Blancia and gave her a look of gratitude.

Although she didn't know why the Demon King was wasting time talking to these bugs, Blancia knew that she had already done a favor, so she retreated humbly with a secret joy in her heart.

"Yes, Your Majesty..."

The Black Dragon crossbowmen put away their heavy crossbows, as if nothing had happened.

Thanos looked at the pretentious old woman with disdain, then looked away and continued to serve as his own background silently.

Feeling the pressure above her head dissipate, Wuyana Cuilin, who was drenched in cold sweat, quickly knelt on the ground and spoke rapidly.

"Your Majesty... the Tide Clan... agrees with your decision."

The Tide Clan didn't have many slaves to begin with. After all, those slaves could only be kept on the islands and couldn't migrate with them along the ocean currents.

This might hurt the interests of some nobles in the tribe, but as long as they were given certain compensation, or even simply bought the slaves from them, it would not cost too much.

It's just a matter of a few boxes of pearls.

At this moment, Wuyana Cuilin suddenly realized that the Tide Clan she represented seemed to have suffered the least and benefited the most in this reform?

It's really strange...

"The Sand Ridge tribe too!" After coming to her senses, Aesemata quickly slid to her knees, not daring to stay for a moment. At most, she looked towards the stage with a hint of grievance and resentment.

"Aeselmata and the Hamaka family will always be loyal to your decision, Your Majesty... You are our god, and we have sworn to carry out your will to the end."

"I, we... the Wind Howl tribe is the same," Urga was the same, and even almost bit his tongue. In the end, he could only vent his anger on the Ankylosaur priest next to him, "Speaking of slaves, we in the Wind Howl tribe don't have many, but these bugs love to do this the most."

The Ankylosaur priest's lips trembled with anger, but he could not refute.

Seeing the high priest Zell looking at this side with a warning, he swallowed his breath and knelt down tremblingly.

"Please forgive me, Demon Lord... I was also confused for a moment."

Luo Yan didn't even look at him, he just looked at the tribal leaders in the audience.

Their opinions were actually insignificant from the beginning, and now that the three largest tribes had surrendered, it was easy for him to deal with a few stubborn troublemakers.

The issues of abolition of slavery and prohibition of human sacrifice had passed, and now he was going to announce the last resolution.

And this is also the most critical one.

“…You may not understand it now, but it won’t be long before you understand why I do this.”

After a pause, Luo Yan responded to those pairs of gazes and uttered words that made all the descendants of the Dragon God present hold their breath unconsciously.

"The great barrier will disintegrate in three days."

"In order to cope with the coming impact, I hope that everyone will unite and work together to make all preparations for the coming changes."

"Meeting dismissed."

(End of this chapter)