Panlong: Use the lower main gods to defeat the master

Chapter 112 Mr. Desley

"So that's it."

After listening to the vendor's explanation, Lin Lei and his two companions gained a completely new understanding of the Black Dragon Tribe.

Delia was indeed quite excited, and transmitted her thoughts to Linley through her soul: "If I could nurture a superior artifact, I could exchange it for a lot of inkstones."

Delia has a clear understanding of her own abilities. She is not good at fighting, so she can only do what she can, such as nurturing artifacts.

Delia disguised herself as a mid-level god, and the vendor didn't realize that the woman in front of him was actually a high-level god.

Lin Lei and his two companions wandered around for a while longer. There really wasn't much to see here. Apart from the divine essence and divine artifacts, there were some other things that seemed to be naturally formed treasures between heaven and earth.

However, none of those things were effective against Lin Lei and his group.

There aren't any Soul Gold Beads here, otherwise Lin Lei would really like to buy some.

Linley and his two companions strolled around, while Deslie had already arrived at the tribal chief's residence.

"Welcome, Mr. Desley, to the Black Dragon Tribe." The Black Dragon Tribe's chief, 'Stedon,' warmly invited Desley upon seeing him. The two sat down at a stone table, and Stedon poured Desley a glass of fruit wine.

Desli sensed the strength of the clan leader and realized that he was indeed unfathomable, at least beyond his ability to deal with, just like when he faced Adkins before.

"Did Mr. Desley come from the material plane?" Sterton looked at Desley and first inquired about his background.

Desli didn't hide anything, nor was there any need to hide anything. "Yes, Chieftain, my friend and I have just come to Hell from the material plane."

Sterton thought to himself, "Just as I thought. Only someone who has just come to Hell from the material plane would choose to join his Black Dragon tribe."

“Mr. Desley is truly powerful, to have cultivated to the level of a high god in the material plane. I am the chieftain of this Black Dragon tribe, you can call me Stetton.”

Sterton said with a smile, his eyes filled with intense longing as he looked at Deslie.

Desli listened to the other party's words but did not correct the other party's claim that he had cultivated to the level of a high god on his own. Regardless of whether he had refined a godhood or not, it was not visible from his appearance.

“Mr. Stratton, my friends and I have just arrived in Hell and don’t know much about it yet. Could you explain it to me?”

As the chieftain of the Black Dragon Tribe, the other party should know more about Hell, which may be helpful for Lin You and his companions in their upcoming adventures in Hell.

"Oh, I see." Sterton pondered for a moment, wondering if Desley was asking these questions because he wanted to leave the Black Dragon Tribe.

It's understandable. As a powerful being who could cultivate to the level of a high god in the material plane, he would naturally not stay in this small place in Hell.

"It would be good if he could stay here a little longer, at least it would help me get through this crisis."

Sterton thought for a moment, and then Deslie began to explain things about Hell, things that were easy to know, such as the Demon Medal.

"So Mr. Stratton is actually a powerful five-star demon!"

After hearing Stetton's assessment of the differences in demon strength, Stetton naturally revealed that he was also a powerful five-star demon.

Telling Desri these things is simply to make him feel like a powerful demon, so that he can stay.

Desli compared the levels of demons and realized that even as a high-ranking god who had refined his divine essence to become a god, his strength was only that of a four-star demon.

The opponent was a five-star demon, ten times stronger than himself! Moreover, he was the most powerful high god in the entire Black Dragon Tribe.

He remembered that the previous captain of the main god's army was stronger than this one. Thinking about it this way, this clan leader's strength was not even as good as that of a captain in the main god's army.

In Desri's eyes, this person was powerful, but not very powerful.

Deslie then compared Lin You to Lin You in his mind and shook his head inwardly.

However, Ohstton was quite pleased with his status as a five-star demon, and as a five-star demon, he was already able to begin venturing into Hell.

“Mr. Desley has just arrived in Hell and is not in a hurry to work for the Black Dragon Tribe. Mr. Desley is now the third elder of our Black Dragon Tribe and can build his own courtyard on a nearby mountain.”

Stratton talked about the privileges of the elders, but for a tribe that was neither too big nor too small, there were really no special privileges to speak of; resources were simply too scarce.

“By the way, Mr. Desley, this is a symbol of your status as an elder of our Black Dragon Tribe. Please put it on.” Sterton said, taking out a medal that was modeled after the Demon Medal, so that people could immediately tell that he was an elder of the Black Dragon Tribe.

"Mr. Deslie can go and rest now. If anything happens in the tribe, I hope you will not hesitate to lend a hand."

Stetton kept a low profile and did not put on airs just because he was the clan leader.

Desli happily pinned the medal symbolizing his status as an elder of the Black Dragon Tribe to his chest, then walked out of the chieftain's residence with his head held high.

The next day, Chief Stetton announced to the entire Black Dragon Tribe that they had gained another elder.

The spies hidden within the Black Dragon tribe sensed something was terribly wrong and needed to quickly relay the message. "Elder..."

"Elder..."

After Desri left Stetton, everyone in the Black Dragon tribe greeted him as he walked back.

Desli thoroughly enjoyed all of this, as if he had rediscovered the treatment he received thousands of years ago on the Yulan Continent as a Saint Realm expert at the pinnacle of power.

The Elder Medal was very conspicuous, and Desley couldn't help but show it off to Bebe after returning to his residence.

"Wow, Deslie, you really became an elder." Bebe took off the medal from Deslie's chest and looked at it from all sides.

"Desli, now that you've become an elder, what privileges do you have?"

Deslie thought for a moment, "Special privileges? It seems so, but not many." So he told Linley and Bebe about the advantages of his elder status.

Upon hearing this, Beibei pouted and said, "What kind of privilege is this? It's the same as not having any at all."

The only useful privilege among the elders is the benefit they receive from the Black Dragon Tribe; they can get an extra share.

That is, they earned a little more inkstones than ordinary tribe members, and that's all.

Even the tribe's guard force couldn't be mobilized, because those were the chieftain's personal guard.

After Desley left Stetton's room, the second elder of the Black Dragon tribe arrived here.

"Brother, I heard that an elder has come to our Black Dragon Tribe?" The second elder looked very happy, as if he had encountered some good news.

“Indeed, he is a high-ranking god who has just come to Hell from the material plane,” Stulton said.

"That's great!" the Second Elder exclaimed excitedly. "If that's the case, does that mean we won't need to issue any more demon quests?"

At this point, a hint of hesitation flashed across Stetton's face, but he immediately denied it, saying, "No, the Demon Mission will still be issued."

"Brother, a five-star demon quest costs tens of millions of inkstones. All the inkstones we've accumulated over tens of millions of years are going to be wasted in one go!"

The Second Elder was somewhat reluctant to part with so many inkstones, even though their side had gained another high-level god, which was enough to deal with the 'Lava Tribe's' attack.

The Lava Tribe, a large tribe located near the Black Dragon Tribe, has always wanted to annex the Black Dragon Tribe to strengthen its own power.

The Lava Tribe has spies in the Black Dragon Tribe, but the Black Dragon Tribe also has spies in the Lava Tribe. Sterton already knew the Lava Tribe's intentions, and perhaps some of the Black Dragon Tribe's strongmen had already been bribed by the Lava Tribe.

Although Sterton was somewhat unwilling, he still said, "Desli has only recently joined our Black Dragon Tribe and doesn't really feel a sense of belonging. If we end up in a fight to the death, Desli might not help us with all his might. He might just surrender after being tempted by a few words from the other side!"

Stratton expressed his concerns, which suggests that their five-star demon mission will still be issued.

“I’ve received word that a five-star demon has accepted my mission and will be here soon,” Stulton said.

The second elder frowned as he listened. He really didn't want to spend the money, but he had no choice. If he were a five-star demon like Stetton, he wouldn't have to be afraid of the other party.

Two more days passed when suddenly a powerful figure exuding a terrifying aura swept across the sky above the Black Dragon Tribe, instantly drawing everyone's attention.

"Look, that's the Demon Medal! This person must be a powerful demon!"

The guy living next to Linley, whose true form was a 'Six-Eared Wind Donkey', pointed to the demon flying overhead and said this to Linley and the others.

Lin Lei and his companions had been staying here for several days, constantly hearing stories of the demon, and today they finally met it.

"That's the Devil's Medal," Linley murmured to himself, filled with envy.

"By the way, where's Olivia?"

The appearance of the demon attracted a lot of attention, but Olivia was nowhere to be seen.

"He's still cultivating," Bei Bei said, pouting. He didn't know why Bei Bei liked cultivating so much; he certainly couldn't do it.

“With Olivia’s strength, she should be able to easily become a demon,” Linley said.

Deslie nodded; they all had great faith in Olivia's abilities.

Two months have passed, and Linley and his group have spent two months here. The Black Dragon Tribe is very peaceful, as if the hell is not as dangerous as rumored.

Then one day, a violent tremor suddenly came from the horizon.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

(End of this chapter)