Once upon a time there was a greedy snake.

Chapter 111 The Power of the Masses in One Person

The Hennu were unable to defeat the Ignivas.

The Thirty-Sixth Akakage was aware of this before even going into battle.

Perhaps it's uncertain who would win in a battle between an ordinary Hennu and an ordinary Ignivas, but if he were to personally lead the fight as he is now, no matter how many Ignivas there are, they would be no match for him.

This is simply because the position of Akakage is far too special.

Only the bravest warriors and the most powerful mages can become Crimson Shadows. This is a rule passed down through generations of Ignivas. But only those who sit in the position of Crimson Shadow can understand the secrets behind it—as the leader, the resources at their disposal are enormous, so enormous that even ordinary Ignivas can become the strongest.

In other words, each Akakage was the strongest person to begin with, and they were supported by the strongest resources.

The power resulting from this kind of strengthening upon strengthening is unimaginable.

In the past, none of the Akakage generations had used this power for conquest, which directly led to the power appearing as if it did not exist—but the 36th Akakage would not care about this, after all, he had already received the wisdom from the Serpent God.

"Anything will do to get a good meal."

Thinking this, the Thirty-Sixth Generation Akakage, who was almost exhausted after the series of battles, decisively took out a handful of powder from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth.

The food essence is of extremely high purity. It was originally a sacred object offered to the God Taiyi, but since he is Akakage, he naturally has the right to use some of it.

The pure white powder melted instantly in his mouth, and abundant nutrients flowed through his limbs and bones like water.

The body, which should have been exhausted, was rejuvenated once again, with both physical strength and energy restored to even greater levels than before.

Such high-quality food essence is naturally not easy to obtain, but the current Thirty-Sixth Akakage doesn't care about the waste at all—because right behind him, at the other end of the tunnel, all the Ignivas people, all his kin, are working hard, day and night, just to provide him with supplies and replenish his resources.

At this moment, although he was fighting alone, he was not fighting alone.

"Perhaps, this is the most suitable way for the Ignivas."

Looking at the dilapidated camp not far away, still warm from the flames, the 36th Akakage nodded slowly.

"As expected... as long as we follow the right path, we will definitely continue to grow stronger."

Feeling the abundant power within his body, the Thirty-Sixth Generation Akakage became even more determined.

Yes, that's the feeling, the feeling of gradually understanding everything, gradually comprehending everything...

On that day, the day he received the wisdom of the serpent god, his perception was correct.

The path to salvation lies therein.

“Before, I was only thinking about how to deal with these Hennu people, which made me weaker and more helpless... Now, I only want to get the saber-toothed tiger, which makes me stronger and stronger as I fight.”

The Thirty-Sixth Generation Akakage suddenly felt a sense of absurdity. The so-called victory had come so easily, and it had been in his grasp from the very beginning.

At that time, he was unaware of this and thought he should use all sorts of methods to outwit and outmaneuver the Hennu people.

But now it seems...

"Ah."

Thinking back to his past self, the Thirty-Sixth Generation Akakage couldn't help but chuckle.

"However... there's no need to think about these things."

Thinking of this, the 36th Akakage shook his head.

It's pointless to criticize your past self based on your present self. Instead of wasting your energy thinking about such trivial matters, you should focus on how to get the saber-toothed tiger from these Hennu people.

Even so, there wasn't much to think about. After all, before he came, he had already given the Hennu people his ultimatum—either hand over the saber-toothed tiger or kill them all. As for how to get the saber-toothed tiger, that was something for the Hennu people to figure out. "So this is what it feels like to walk the righteous path."

The Thirty-Sixth Generation Akakage once again felt the wisdom emanating from the Serpent God.

Yes, only through thousands of years of sedimentation and accumulation can one come into contact with the true reality stripped of all complexity and embellishment. Once one touches the true truth, even thinking itself seems so superfluous.

Just like now, he doesn't even need to think about anything; he just needs to keep doing it firmly.

Thinking about such things is someone else's business; he just needs to keep doing it firmly.

Just keep doing it.

"It's time to continue."

Taking a deep breath, the Thirty-Sixth Akakage stood up once again.

He hadn't figured out how to wipe out the Hennu, but just like the profound truth he had sensed, it wasn't something he needed to think about—he could just kill any Hennu he saw, and that was definitely the right thing to do.

Without realizing it, his thinking began to become simpler, more direct, and more efficient.

It became more and more like the snake god in his memory.

Then he really did see God.

That enormous golden-winged roc was indeed worthy of being called a god. At the very least, if this golden-winged roc appeared in the frozen north, in front of those ice-field people, they would definitely worship it as a god, as a lost eagle god.

But now...

The golden-winged roc was facing him.

Looking at the golden-winged roc before him, the Thirty-Sixth Generation Akakage felt only boundless fighting spirit.

Are you here to stop me?

The Thirty-Sixth Generation Akakage spoke.

This made the Golden-Winged Roc squint its eyes.

Back when they were still east of the Great Snow Mountain, in order to communicate normally with the ancient serpent and avoid having to rely on the blue-faced lion to translate everything, he had learned some of this so-called Ignis language. Therefore, he could understand what the tiny monkey was saying, and even hear the provocation in its words.

This made him even angrier.

On the east side of the Great Snow Mountain, he was filled with rage when he was captured alive by that ancient serpent—and now, having finally escaped, he should have continued to enjoy the reverence of the Hengnu people on the west side of the Great Snow Mountain.

As it turned out, the Hennu people did indeed respect him enough; in order to get him to take action this time, they sacrificed a hundred black-robed monks.

But now...

How dare a mere monkey provoke him?
"It's just a monkey..."

The golden-winged roc thought this as it swooped down.

A single dive is enough to kill, or even just a feather is enough.

These tiny monkeys...

"boom!"

In an instant, blinding flames filled the Golden-Winged Roc's field of vision.

(End of this chapter)