Chapter 119: The Evil God's Treasure

Rock Fortress stands at the exit of a natural canyon in the upper reaches of the Mutu River. Red city walls grow from the foothills of the Kanoki Mountains on both sides, tightly locking the river channel.

The river channel is widened to nearly eight hundred meters here, forming a huge arc-shaped harbor, where the river water presents a deep, near-ink-blue color.

This is a unique texture formed by the melting of upstream glaciers and flowing through the mineral veins of the Ink Iron Mountains. The water flow is gentle but deep and powerful. Under the noon sun, the river surface is like a huge, slowly moving polished metal plate.

Looking southwest along the Mutu River, the river channel gradually widens, and the terrain on both banks tends to be flat. Looking into the distance, at the junction of heaven and earth, a low, unnatural gray-dark tone is vaguely visible.

It forms a stark contrast with the clear and bright landscape in front of you. That is the Ginost Mountains. Even from a distance, the lingering shadow and abyssal aura are still like stains on the horizon.

Looking to the northeast, the Mutu River rushes out of the narrow canyon between two peaks, the water flow becomes rapid, and white waves hit the black rocks. Above the canyon, higher peaks are covered with ice and snow that never melt all year round.

"Morax, we've been molding in this broken place, when are we going to take action? The demons of Butage won't hand over the basin."

"Iroge, you have to understand one problem. We don't have ships, and the main force of the ogres can't get in. It's not that I want to keep waiting here."

"If you ask me, these ogres are really stupid. They've been building ships for a month, and there isn't even a decent one. Either they leak as soon as they are put in, or they are washed apart by the current. They are really useless."

"Vikes, you say my people are useless, what about you? Didn't you propose building ships? The blueprints given in your dragon inheritance don't work, why blame me instead?"

"Huh? You actually doubt my dragon inheritance, are you, a despicable ogre, worthy?"

"I'm not afraid of you, if you have the ability, let's talk in the arena!"

"Shut up, all of you, you only know how to add trouble. Logkino, you tell me how to go downstream, don't tell me you don't know. You should know very well how those goat-men came up before."

"I do have a way, but it takes time."

"I %￠@#, are you doing this on purpose, you old monkey? Knowing that we are in a hurry, you still dare to delay time. If it weren't for the fact that you are useful, I would have roasted you!"

"Iroge, calm down, your bad temper doesn't play any role here."

"Morax, that old thing Vilanse is in the same boat as the elves. If she occupies the Butage Basin first, it really won't have anything to do with us."

"Shut up, I don't want to hear you talk now. Logkino, what is your method?"

"There were ships here before, but later, as the resistance forces were gradually eliminated, the ships here were also destroyed. However, you can use some animal skins, inflate them with air, and bundle them simply to use as temporary ships."

"Can your people do it?"

"Yes, just leave this to me."

……

On the vast Mutu Plain, two distinct rivers flow parallel to the south. On the west side is the Shadow River, which originates from the Ink Iron Mountains, has rapid water flow, and a darker color; on the east side is the Mutu River, which is wider, has a gentler water flow, and flashes with silver light.

And between them, a straight, huge "man-made canyon" is extending forward at an alarming speed. This is no longer a simple ditch, its width is enough for small inland river ships to sail side by side.

"Big guys, work harder, try to dig through the river channel before this month."

Tens of thousands of people wearing uniform brown leather armor, holding sharp steel picks and heavy iron shovels. They form the front line of the "V" shape, responsible for conquering the hardest soil and rock beds.

Their movements are precise and powerful, and when the pickaxes fall, they make a uniform "Clang! Clang! Clang!" sound, as if beating a rhythm for the transformation of the earth.

"Ms., I can supervise here, you should also take a rest. You have been tired for too long recently planning this canal on the rock."

"To be honest, Morgan, it's not that I don't trust you, this canal is different from other places, even I am not sure that I can dig it successfully."

"Ms., there is one thing I don't understand. Why do we have to spend so much effort to dig a canal? Its location limits its function, it can't transport large quantities of supplies at all, and Shadow Bay can't hold large ships either."

"You are right, we really can't use this to occupy the Mutu Plain, but what about the Soul-Eater Delta? No one can walk the shipping lane of the Blood Rage Sea."

"I understand, your knowledge is always above mine, I have too much to learn."

"Vilanse, I smell the scent of treasure, in Shadow Bay, tell me the location quickly. My patience is diminishing along with my curiosity."

Vilanse looked up and saw the sky covered by absolute darkness. It was not a cloud, but folded dragon wings.

The huge black dragon landed on the ground like an abyss descending. The huge weight did not stir up a trace of dust, showing his precise control over his power.

Sakavi swung his tail tip impatiently, smashing the ground and sending gravel flying. His scorching nasal breath made Vilanse feel very uncomfortable:

"My dear Vilanse, don't beat around the bush with me, okay! You know I really need this batch of treasure. You said in the letter that there are a lot of gold coins hidden here."

"Open your eyes that are covered by gold coins and look carefully, Sakavi. This month, I have been guarding against wind and sun, watching the rock turn into a river channel inch by inch."

She pointed to the project that was beginning to take shape behind her, and said in a hoarse but decisive voice:

"My time and sweat must be cashed in today. If I can't get what I deserve, the treasure you guessed will remain in the legend forever."

The black dragon exaggeratedly raised a front claw and made a gesture similar to a human shrugging. A trace of cunning flashed in his molten gold vertical pupils, but he tried to look sincere.

"Oh, my dear Vilanse, why don't you look further than the ditch in front of you." Sakavi's low voice carried an inflammatory rhythm.

"Think about it, when this canal becomes the artery we extend to the plain, reinforcements and supplies will flow like the Mutu River.

At that time, we will completely drive the filth in the shadows out of the Mutu Plain... let the land regain its breath, and let vitality regain its sovereignty. As a druid, isn't this the scene your soul longs for?"

"Put away your ghost talk! If you dare to fool me with this kind of unrealistic thing again, I will smash your head now, let's see if you dare to fool me again."

Sakavi's huge head immediately shrank back, raised his front claws and made a gesture of almost ridiculous resistance, and a series of soothing low purrs came from his throat.

"Haha! Relax, my powerful friend, just a... um, little test full of expectations!"

While speaking, he used his flexible claws to hook a small mithril box emitting a faint light from the gap in his scales behind him.

"Look at this 'Eternal Dew White Rose' wreath woven by the seamstress of the Dark Elf 'Moon Trace Clan' on the night of the intersection of the double moons.

Every drop of 'Moon Dew' on it was exchanged for my favors and shiny gems. Now, it's yours."

The anger in Vilanse's eyes receded like a tide, replaced by a focused scrutiny.

"...... The craftsmanship of the Moon Trace Clan is with the compassion of the forest." She said in a low voice, her tone softened, but still with a trace of sharpness, "It seems you really put in the effort, and not just asked around."

……

Pushing open the stone door of the cave left by the evil god priest, a heavy, stagnant air mixed with rusty iron, incense, and the salty fishy smell of the deep sea rushed toward them. At the end of the cave, through the faint light seeping in from the rock crevices, a heterogeneous statue stood silently on the rough altar.

The upper body is presented as a solemn priest wearing a heavy code robe and bound by chains.

His left hand tightly grips a miniature, weather-beaten shipwreck wreckage, which symbolizes the final end of all individuals or forces that try to resist his laws and pursue liberation.

The right hand tightly grips a soldering iron with an ancient shape and a dark red tip, with the majesty of inflicting pain solidified in a static posture.

The face is shrouded in the deep shadow of the hood, and only the eye sockets are particularly abrupt. What is embedded in them is not a gem, but two huge ink iron cores that have been processed by blasphemous rituals.

At this moment, the core is emitting a dark, viscous light like molten gold from the inside. The light is not bright, but it carries a sense of order that violates nature, and it is beating evil and stably, like two slowly beating metal hearts.

From the waist down, the form of the statue suddenly twists and alienates, transforming into a mass of tangled octopus tentacles and suckers. The tentacles powerfully adhere to the base and the rock wall behind, forcibly grafting the solemn upper body with the primitive chaotic power from the deep sea.

The whole statue therefore exudes a very contradictory atmosphere, rigid order and primitive chaos, cold judgment and sticky vitality, forcibly blended here.

It turned into a static idol that was only more than one meter high, but full of blasphemy and oppression, silently declaring the twisted doctrine of that god.

"Hehe... your reckless subordinate touched the domain of the 'God of Slave Contracts and Silence'.

Every gold coin you take away from here today will be entangled with invisible chains. Guess, when the chains of that god imprison your soul, whose forehead will the soldering iron fall on first?"

Sakavi sprayed two scorching breaths with sulfur smell from his nostrils, and his molten gold vertical pupils were full of unruly playfulness.

"Scared? Listen, Vilanse, fear is a tribute offered by the weak to the strong, and I am a predator." He played with the gold coins in his claws leisurely, making a crisp clashing sound.

"That 'Slave Owner' might be good at putting chains on his followers, but my wings were born to tear apart shackles.

Besides, I only took away some ownerless 'metal', not the property on his list. A 'busy' god, presumably, wouldn't make a big fuss over these small, ownerless 'lost items', right?"

"Sakavi, look at what this is, this 'Code of Silence' is specially designed to deal with villains like you. Those who violate the contract will suffer the 'breach of contract penalty' directly acting on the soul preset in the book."

"Is that so? Then I will put your soul on this 'Balance of Pain'. When the balance is balanced, my pain or guilt will be transferred, sealed, or temporarily neutralized. Do you want to try it?"

"Not interested, but this 'Slaver's Lasso Whip' is interesting, I can try it on that guy Klausuna, let her call me grandma."

"I have no opinion, the harvest this time is very good, a full 300,000 gold coins, which can alleviate the financial pressure. I think Su Lai De will like this sword made by elves."

With or without corresponding legendary weapons, the combat effectiveness is worlds apart. Sakavi himself has a crystal skull, Vilna has a shadow moon blade, and the other members still use high-level magic weapons. ===== CHAPTER 120 =====