Deities: Rulers of Nature

The swamps of the demiplane are always shrouded in a layer of lingering mist, mixed with the smell of decay and fermentation, and a faint stench of blood.

This environment is very comfortable for the black-scaled boa.

The Blood Orchids in the center of the swamp have not yet bloomed; each of the six plants has only one bud.

Five black-scaled pythons were dozing around the Blood Orchid, while another one swam in the swamp, its enormous body only creating slight ripples in the water.

At this moment, it was biting a seven-meter-long black-scaled snake, which had long since lost its breath and was limp all over.

The black-scaled python swam back to its territory and used its upper and lower jaws to exert force until it felt the black-scaled snake's bones break and its skin be pierced before it was satisfied and placed it near the roots of the blood orchid.

It used its head to pry open the mud and carefully placed the body of the black-scaled snake.

This is something the black-scaled pythons do every day. They don't know what cultivating spirit plants is; they only know that doing this will make the flower bloom, and that eating the flower will make them feel comfortable and stronger.

【Black scale anaconda】

[Rank: Bronze]

[Skills: Bone Crushing Strike, Corpse Saliva Spray]

[Information: Oviparous, reproducing once every three years, laying 5-8 eggs at a time. Adults reach 30-35 meters in length, with the thickest part reaching 2-3 meters. Consuming Blood Orchids year-round has purified their bloodline, making them the absolute rulers of the swamps, possessing formidable strength. However, they have no concept of kinship and will even kill their own offspring.]

At the same time, near a mud cave on the dry ground at the edge of the swamp, a dozen adult white-scaled snake people were searching for food such as blind eels and mud snails in the silt.

The whole process was carried out with extreme care, and no loud noises were allowed.

The young snake-people were also huddled in the mud cave, occasionally looking towards the center of the swamp with terrified eyes.

Just a year ago, their patriarch was fortunate enough to condense a seed of extraordinary power, but this did not make life better for the White-Scaled Serpent People.

The Black Scaled Python arrived immediately and killed the clan leader. The whole process was very quick. The clan leader didn't even have the chance to leave a mark on its scales. Its huge size and the swiftness of the kill left a great shadow on the White Scaled Serpent.

In a daze, some snake people remembered an old snake person who seemed to have gone mad, always uttering incoherent ramblings and warning the snake people around him never to step into the realm of the extraordinary.

Thinking about it this way, the old snake-man might have also witnessed the ferocity of the black-scaled python, at a time just like this moment.

They, the White-Scaled Serpent People, endured this life generation after generation. Sometimes they even envied those creatures without intelligence, at least they didn't have to live in such fear as they did.

[Race: White-scaled Serpent People]

Category: Scaled People

[Level: Medium Race]

Rank: Mortal

[Potential: Iron (Levels 1-20)]

[Talent: Not yet revealed]

Reproduction method: Oviparous, one litter per year, with 1-2 eggs per litter

[Lifespan of the species: 35-40 years]

Number of races: 67

Bloodline Purity: 14/100

Bloodline Purification: ...

[Information: The White-Scaled Serpents, inspired by the Blood Orchid and having absorbed a fragment of divine power from a demiplane, evolved over a long period into an intelligent race. However, their bloodline is impoverished, and their strength is weak...]

Just then, it suddenly got light.

A beam of white light pierced through the perpetual fog and landed not far from the mud cave of the White-Scaled Serpent People. As the light flowed, a white vortex condensed.

All the white-scaled snake people froze. They quickly returned to their mud cave and curled up together, not knowing what it was.

Even the oldest snake-man had never seen such a scene in his life.

Therefore, it can only be assumed that, like the Black Scaled Python, some man-eating monster has appeared in this swamp. Some of the little snake people thought of the clan leader who had been killed by the Black Scaled Python before, and they couldn't help but shed tears of fear, but they didn't even dare to make a sound when they cried.

An adult snake-man shielded the child behind him, but the scales that had popped up on his body and the constant trembling of his body betrayed his true condition.

At that moment, the sound of scales sliding came from the whirlpool.

The first to step forward was Qinglu, dressed in leather armor made from brown rock tiger skin. His eyes scanned the surroundings, his composure revealing a sharp edge.

Next was Crimson, whose leather armor was naturally made from the hide of a thick-skinned brown bear.

Unlike the calm and composed green, crimson was quite curious about this place.

"Is this another dimension? It's definitely different from our Green Ridge Mountains." Crimson's assessment was that it was inferior to the Green Ridge Mountains, not only because of the poor air quality, but also because there was no sunlight.

Jinsha came to Chihong's side and said, "The last alternate dimension was all seawater, and the scenery was much better than here. But if we participate a few more times in the future, we can see even more scenery, haha." As a snake-man who participated in the first War of Glory, Jinsha was qualified to say that.

Qingdao stepped out of the vortex at the last moment, but his eyes were immediately fixed on the white-scaled snake-man in the mud cave.

The white-scaled snake people were stunned, their mouths agape without them even realizing it.

Is this also a snake-man?

right.

They all have snake tails and snake scales.

Each one that stepped out of the white vortex was so tall and so strong, with solid muscles and scales that gleamed with a healthy sheen... their aura was even stronger than that of the Deadwood Crocodile.

And look at them... The White-Scaled Serpent People didn't know how to feel ashamed, but an emotion they had never felt before began to spread and ferment.

"Are you... are you snake people too? It's not safe here. Run before the big guy in the middle of the swamp comes, or it will be too late," one of the clever-looking little snake people said to Qinglu and the others.

Don't be surprised that they can communicate in the same language; the answer is that Ji Xuan has mastered the language.

The little white-scaled snake-man's voice startled the adult snake-man beside him, who quickly covered the little snake-man's mouth. They didn't know the strength of these outsider snake-men, nor what their attitude towards them would be. Not attracting attention was the best approach.

Moreover, this little snake-man is the only child of the deceased clan chief, and in a sense, he is the hope of the White Scale Snake People. Nothing can happen to him.

"Warriors of the Xishan tribe, our lord is watching over us."

"Let our valor and the blood of our enemies adorn our lord's glory!"

Qingdao started with a morale-boosting attack. With the blessing of the Staff of Nature, the aura not only enveloped the temple guards, but also affected the White Scale Serpent People.

"For the glory of our Lord!"

Green and Crimson exchanged a glance, then led the temple guards toward the center of the swamp.

Their arrival must have attracted the attention of the Black Scaled Python. If the battlefield is here, the White Scaled Serpent People will definitely be affected, and in the end, it is uncertain how many will survive. So let's keep the battlefield away. After all, they will be our kin in the future.

Qingdao did not leave with them, but instead headed towards the mud cave. He was not needed for the battle. The most important thing now was to spread the glory of the great God of Nature to these white-scaled snake people!