Chapter 118

I don't even know if it's really the Red King who's angry.

Anyway.

Judging by the naked eye, the scale of this sandstorm can indeed be called one capable of sweeping across the entire desert.

Just moments ago the sky was still as bright as blood, but after the sandstorm fully struck, it fell into boundless darkness.

Luo De's body emitted a grass-green glow, blocking the incoming yellow sand and the wind sharper than a blade, and then he searched along the road, tent by tent.

He now lives in the Middle District; according to the division, aside from children, everyone falls into one of two categories: those who must be killed and those who can be killed.

Luo De acted decisively, using the sandstorm as cover; only the children who could not be killed and their parents could spare a life, while everyone else was shown no mercy.

As for Nadixa's saying that they could be spared

With Luo De, there is no such saying.

If a sapling isn't pruned, it will grow crooked; these already crooked trees just need to be cut down.

Had it not been for the concern that killing their parents in front of the children might not be good, Luo De would not have left a single survivor along the way.

During this period, it wasn't that no one resisted.

But under the overwhelming might of subduing people with reason, not a single person could match him in a single move.

Amidst the howling fierce wind.

The voices of resistance, cries for help, pleas, or wails were all drowned out within it; even if someone heard them, before they could go check the situation, they would be met with a blow to the head.

Just like that.

Luo De, with just himself and a staff, relied on the sandstorm's cover and pushed straight through.

It looked like the progress was going smoothly.

But Luo De knew these people were all insignificant foot soldiers of the Tanite Tribe, usually ordinary warriors from the hunting squad, or people working in workshops or fields.

As for the true Tanite elites, they are now gathered in the upper area, guarding those cowardly elders.

Those people are the most troublesome.

The people of the Tanite tribe are not like those loose bands of treasure hunters; their elites all wield a special kind of weapon.

Evil Spirit weapons.

These contain sealed, broken Evil Spirits.

Some can, during battle, summon the ferocious beasts transformed from Evil Spirits as elemental monsters to fight alongside their master.

Others can attach the liberated Evil Spirit to the wielder, putting them into a demonized state; although this state is followed by a period of weakness, while demonized the wielder's combat power surges severalfold.

Even one-on-one, taking on a dozen or twenty opponents at once is no problem for Luo De.

The number of people in the Tanite tribe who possess such weapons is no less than a hundred.

Luo De is confident in his current strength, but that does not mean he is willing to face over a hundred experts who can wield elemental power alone.

These Evil Spirit weapons are the confidence that lets the Tanite tribe dare to guard the pass between the Thousand Gullies Sandy Land and the Great Red Sand Sea, and they are also the foundation of their status as the desert's foremost tribe.

However, using Evil Spirit weapons inflicts irreversible harm on the user; over time, this inevitably leads to bodily damage and premature aging.

But for the Tanite tribe, this shortcoming is hardly a shortcoming.

Because what they lack least is people.

As the saying goes, "When a person dies, the blade remains."

Whether they are hunting hawks or warriors trained by the tribe itself, as long as they are issued such weapons and become proficient in wielding their elemental power, they can quickly be cultivated into warriors possessing extraordinary strength and exceptional martial skill.

And Luo De has been doing these days:

Besides eliminating the Tanite tribe's highly skilled masters who also possess strong leadership, he also took the opportunity to destroy part of the Evil Spirit weapons.

But he had only just destroyed fifty when Babieer and the others immediately noticed something was off; they promptly gathered all the remaining wielders of Evil Spirit weapons together in the tribe's upper area, protecting them and incidentally safeguarding these precious weapons to prevent further damage.

"Still somewhat troublesome."

These miscellaneous soldiers indeed had no power to resist Luo De, but ultimately their numbers were great; after Luo De cleared the middle area entirely, his arms grew slightly sore from swinging too many times in his attempts to reason with them.

After a brief rest, he adjusted his condition.

He then set out for the upper area and began the final cleanup.

Unlike before.

Under the great sandstorm, all things are equal.

Formerly, the living quarters of the high-status elders in the Tanite tribe were now empty—no one could be seen outside, and not a single person remained inside the tents.

Fortunately.

Luo De had already found out earlier.

In this abandoned ruin there is a well-preserved great hall, which is also the place the Tanite tribe uses as a shelter.

Of course.

The shelter is not accessible to just anyone.

Elders, the matriarch, important heirs, and so on, as well as the guards responsible for protecting their safety.

All the wealth of the Tanite tribe is also hidden within this great hall.

Now that the sandstorm has struck, with everyone having taken refuge in this shelter, the protective forces here have reached an unprecedented level of strength.

"Fortunately, we've already killed off most of those who could cause trouble beforehand."

Standing before the hall's entrance, Luo De curled his lip, his left hand flashing with Ice Elemental Power, his right hand blazing with Fire Elemental Power, and he pressed both against the tightly shut door.

He also saw no movement.

This massive gate, which has stood here for over a thousand years, under the extreme cold and intense heat, only endured for a brief half minute before crumbling into fine, fluttering powder that blew away in the wind.

The gate swung open.

After passing through a wide corridor, the interior of the hall lay fully revealed before Luo De's eyes.

The elderly matriarch sat in the central seat, while the six surviving elders stood to left and right, with Teya and Babieer each on one side, surrounded by their respective supporters.

By the way.

The reason there are six elders is because Luo De killed another elder during this period, and it was only after that incident that the originally conflict-ridden elders temporarily set aside their differences, banded together, in order to avoid assassination.

The hawk and hunting teams originally led by Marcella and Gowafa were scattered, keeping watch at various corners.

In theory this ruin is very safe, but they still all held weapons, standing ready.

This hall is huge; even a few hundred people here don't feel crowded at all.

And when the abrupt footsteps were heard, Barbarella and Teya, who had been arguing, turned their heads in unison, and the sentinel soldiers also became alert, raising their weapons at the stranger Luo De who had suddenly appeared here.

"It's you!"

Seeing Luo De, covered in blood from head to toe, holding a steel rod in his hand, the clever Barbarella quickly realized who the wolf hidden in the tribe was, and couldn't help exclaiming.

Teya, who had always suspected Luo De, screamed even louder: "Barbarella! I told you that pretty boy you're raising is not right!!"

In a sharp cry of "Enemy attack!"

The hawks holding Evil Spirit weapons acted the fastest, they all without hesitation picked up their weapons, preparing to awaken the Evil Spirits sleeping within.

"Tadra, what are you still waiting for?"

Luo De let out a loud shout, and the elemental energy he had stored up for a long time erupted explosively.

Then one saw a smooth ice surface like a mirror, under the gathering cold air, suddenly spread out from under his feet; using the ice surface, Luo De's Reason-over-People was covered with raging flames; without even looking at the hawk that posed the greatest threat here, he slid at great speed to those hunting team members holding Evil Spirit weapons, and with a single move he unleashed a huge flame that spat fire tongues.

At the same time.

With Luo De's loud roar, a girl wearing an eye patch fiercely stabbed the knife she had long prepared into the heart of the hawk before her.

Matching her action, the other young hawks also did the same.

The attacked adult hawks' eyes were filled with intense disbelief; no one would have thought that these young hawks, trained for so long by Marcella, would suddenly turn traitor at this moment.

Tadra.

She was, under Luo De's teaching, the first child to yearn for the light of the outside world, and also the one most resolute in resisting the will of the Tanite tribe.

Having undergone harsh training, she struck with extreme ruthlessness; each blow went straight for the vital point, after killing the hawk before her, she immediately picked up the Spirit Wind Longbow lying on the ground and summoned the Demonic Kite Evil Spirit within.

At the same time.

Likewise, the other young hawks who had also chosen to rebel began operating their Evil Spirit weapons, summoning the Spirit Snake, Demonic Lizard, and Poison Scorpion within, and became entangled in combat with the adult hawks that had once been trained.

On another side.

After Tadra and her group summoned their Evil Spirits, Luo De also summoned his ice constructs and fire constructs.

Originally, the Tanite tribe still had nearly sixty Evil Spirit weapons left.

After these young hawks of Tadra rebelled, in a very short time they seized ten of those weapons, and then used these weapons to block the remaining hawks holding Evil Spirit weapons.

Although the young hawks' martial skills alone were no match for the adult hawks, they could not be resisted due to their numbers and because they held Evil Spirit weapons, which greatly boost combat power; thus relying on their numerical advantage, they stubbornly blocked those few adult hawks.

This instantly eased the pressure on Luo De's shoulders considerably.

One saw the elemental constructs in front, Luo De behind; the ice, fire, and grass elemental powers sometimes turned into shields, sometimes into weapons, sometimes burst from the ground, sometimes fell straight down from above.

Although Luo De faced alone over twenty elemental Evil Spirits, he was in no way outmatched, dodging and weaving; letting those Evil Spirits attack from heaven and earth, they could not touch him at all; his Reason-over-People struck one blow per person, and under his terrifying mighty force, anyone who faced him—except those using Evil Spirit weapons in a demonized state—would have their bones broken and tendons severed on a graze, and lose their lives on a direct hit.

When the battle reached its height.

Luo De directly leapt high into the air, standing in midair, with one hand he seized a Demonic Kite, the fire elemental power on his hand erupted violently, crushing the Evil Spirit formed from condensed wind elemental power; taking advantage of the wind elemental power that erupts when the Evil Spirit does, he swung his hand, wind driving fire, a fire snake originally only half a meter long instantly expanded to several meters in length; a flick of its long tail knocked down all arrows aimed at Luo De, then he fiercely dove down, smashing into the group of ordinary soldiers without Evil Spirit weapons.

After studying elemental theory in the system,

He can now skillfully use the available conditions around him to amplify the power of the elemental energy he releases.

While the released persons were blocking the fire snake, Luo De's right hand once again summoned a vast mass of Ice Elemental Power.

This time.

The Ice Elemental Power turned into blades one after another, striking down violently like raindrops.

First fire, then ice.

Such an extreme temperature shift could not even be resisted by the ruin's thousand-year stone gate, let alone the mortal Tanite tribe soldiers.

In an instant.

Scorching steam spread everywhere, and wails and screams never ceased to be heard.

Luo De, utterly unaffected, swung his Reason-over-People, moving back and forth through the mist, relying on the shield formed from Grass Elemental Power and his strong self-healing ability; when facing people he simply did not dodge or avoid—if the shield broke, he would take the hit and strike back with a blow, then fight while healing; if the shield held, it was even better, the opponent could only watch helplessly as his Reason-over-People smashed into their head.

In fact.

Don't be fooled by how thin this shield of condensed grass elemental energy is; if you want to break it, only those demonized soldiers whose power has fused with the misfortune spirit can do it.

Although those demonized soldiers can't be killed with a single blow, as the saying goes, if one strike doesn't work, then strike again.

Even if one forcibly takes a few strikes from Luo De, no matter how tough a person is, they can only watch their demonized state dissipate; at that point, just need to casually add another strike.

The chaotic melee lasted a long time.

Several hundred highly skilled Tanite warriors, together with those wielding misfortune-spirit weapons, were ultimately all cleared out by Luo De and the rebellious fledglings.

Hah—

Hah—

Luo De's chest rose and fell as he wiped a spot of blood from his face, his eyes flashing with ferocity as he gazed at the few elders still on the field.

Despite the fledglings' help.

But facing alone over twenty independent monster misfortune spirits, plus those demonized soldiers who use misfortune spirit to strengthen themselves and several hundred ordinary soldiers — that is, the elemental energy reserves brought by Luo De's three Visions are abundantly rich; if it were anyone else coming here, they'd likely have been exhausted to death long ago.

As for now.

The pleas for mercy from Babel and them did not move Luo De and the fledglings in the slightest.

Even without Luo De personally lifting a hand, the fledglings already swarmed forward, driving their sharp blades into the bodies of those elders who usually acted high and mighty.

After a long while.

The hall regained its tranquility.

Following behind Luo De, the blood-soaked hawks stepped out of this ruin one step at a time.

Outside the door.

No one knew when the sandstorm had stopped; the warm sunshine once again shone upon the Ta Ni Te tribe, but this time there was no longer the previous bustle here.

He turned back and glanced at Ta De La, who was closely following behind him; Luo De laughed and said: "Look, I said, the Red King will surely forgive you."

(End of chapter)