Chapter 281: Tribes Welcome the Demon King with Food and Drink

Shortly after the end of the Twin-Tail Rift battle, a post suddenly appeared on the "Disaster OL" official website forum, and quickly gained tens of thousands of clicks relying on a title full of gimmicks.

"Rift battle report delivered! Five Gatling guns angrily swept the Armored Dragon Kingdom's vanguard, beating them into sieves on the spot! No blowing, no black, this wave I alone equal a legion!"

The poster was none other than Yi Kou Men Le Hua Xue Chi.

In the post, he vividly described the battle situation in the Twin-Tail Rift, from the Armored Dragon Kingdom's one hundred thousand strong army aggressively charging up, to the final display of power by the beggar-version Gatling guns of the I Reckon group, causing the one hundred thousand strong army to GG and flee in the wind... making the cloud players who were still queuing for closed beta qualifications feel incredibly refreshed.

Of course, the part of adding oil and vinegar was indispensable.

For example, brother Ye's spellcasting part and brother Hu Wan's final head-taking of Bakaer, etc., were all summarized by his sentence "four players led the enemy into the encirclement," and those who didn't know would think that one hundred thousand lizardmen lined up for him to shoot.

Not satisfied with just typing, that old brother also cheekily attached a hand-drawn illustration to the bottom of the post—in that abstract pencil sketch, a tall and mighty skeleton could be seen lying behind a Gatling gun, rocking wildly, the muzzle spitting flames, with fire filling the sky in front and corpses strewn everywhere!

However, because his drawing skills were not worth complimenting, it was drawn too abstractly, and besides himself, few people looked at it, and no one understood it.

But is this important?

It's a game, just be happy.

The melon-eating brothers watching were satisfied, and brother Yi Kou himself was satisfied, that was enough!

No Hair: "6666!"

No Worries: "Brother Yi Kou is awesome!"

Looking at the pig I raised from time to time: "Holy crap, I'm crying with envy... wouldn't this experience value be skyrocketing?"

Pigeon Essence: "Newbie asking to be carried! Big boss, I don't want money, I'm clean-handed and don't pick things up randomly, can you let me mix some experience?"

Yi Kou Men Le Hua Xue Chi: "Easy to say, easy to say, next time haha!"

Legendary Salted Fish King: "Speaking of brother, don't we have recording crystals? Why not post game screenshots directly?"

Yi Kou Men Le Hua Xue Chi: "It was too exciting at the time, I forgot to turn it on, only hand-drawn, make do with it ha."

The flattery of newbies and cloud players made brother Yi Kou feel a bit floaty for a while, to the point that his mouth had less and less of a gate.

In the end, there were parties involved who couldn't stand it anymore and ran out to interject.

Ye Zhiqiu: "Cough, I'll add a word, the experience value of targets killed by props has attenuation, including but not limited to firearms, magic scrolls... so, those who hope to mix experience should save it."

"Ah?!"

Gai Shi Ying Xiong: "Holy crap, this septic tank is not acting like a human!"

Pig-headed Knight: "It shouldn't be, you already know what his ID used to be, he doesn't look like a newcomer... this guy is not acting like a human for the first time. (Funny)"

This was a rule that existed when the game first opened, using map mechanisms to kill monsters would not accumulate experience... and this point was even discovered by him.

According to the official setting book updated later, only attack behaviors containing strong will can absorb soul energy from the opponent's strong emotions after killing.

Experience gained from killing monsters with firearms is not as much as using swords and bows, and the experience acquisition efficiency of general attack behaviors is not as good as attack behaviors attached with "Qi" or other extraordinary powers, and area skills are not as good as single-target locking skills.

Although Ye Zhiqiu didn't ask how many levels the few newbies who helped operate the machine guns had risen, he could guess with his feet that the experience gain was definitely not much, otherwise those guys would have run to the forum to show off, and would need to wait for brother Yi Kou to brag himself?

Unexpectedly, brother Ye personally came down to dismantle the stage, Yi Kou Men Le Hua Xue was caught off guard for a while. Watching old players popularize his dark history to newbies, he hurriedly typed to argue, trying to pull the out-of-control post back.

"Nonsense! It's true that there is experience attenuation... but it's still possible to mix a little! I'm providing welfare for newcomers!"

Pig-headed Knight: "Forget it, if no one came out to say a word, you would be asking newbies to pay to work for you next. (Despise)"

Yi Kou Men Le Hua Xue Chi: "Holy crap, don't you frame me, when have I done that?!"

He admitted he was not a good person, but speaking with his conscience, he couldn't do such inhuman things as paying to go to work.

His Majesty the Demon King can testify for him on this point!

The forum was full of happy atmosphere, not many players participated in the Twin-Tail Rift battle, but as everyone said a word, they still restored the whole battle process, eliminating the parts fabricated by Yi Kou Men Le Hua Xue Chi.

According to the consensus of the participating players, the Gatling guns of the I Reckon group were indeed powerful, but the outrageous failure rate and cumbersome loading method were also really torturous.

In addition, according to the count of the corpses on the battlefield, the vanguard of the Armored Dragon Kingdom had about five thousand people, and only over a thousand were really killed by machine guns, most were scared away or injured. And besides the damage of the machine guns, the warriors of the Sand Ridge tribe also took many heads when chasing the fleeing soldiers, and then there was the magic of brother Ye Zhiqiu.

Although the lizardmen on the Gana Continent lacked extraordinary power, their own defense was not bad, especially the Armored Dragon tribe, which came with leather armor and a layer of vine armor on the outside.

Dealing with this kind of half-human, half-monster guy, wanting to kill with one shot was still very difficult, unless it hit a vital point.

The attrition of the one hundred thousand strong army was less than one-tenth, far behind the bloody battle in the forest near the northern coast before.

However, wars in the classical era were mostly like this. The organizational degree of both sides was very low, basically breaking the opponent's morale, and the outcome was decided.

Northern coast, Demon King's army camp.

Luo Yan sat in the main tent, eyes closed in meditation, the orange-red glimmer in the fire basin reflecting on his calm face, just like a finely carved marble statue.

At this very moment, his consciousness did not stay in this tent, but was immersed in the deep, dark sea of consciousness like the universe.

In his sea of consciousness, a light blue virtual light curtain was flickering on a huge stone tablet, and what was flowing on the screen was the happy conversation of sand sculpture netizens on the "Disaster OL" official website forum.

"Five Gatling guns, three jammed, brother Yi Kou almost flipped!"

"Battle video released! Brother Hu Wan is awesome, one knife to the throat, taking the best of the field!"

"The first undead rat on the whole server deserves the name!"

"Photo of Sand Ridge tribe main general Kasa."

"Holy crap, I think this chameleon is also quite heroic and pretty."

"Holy crap, there is a Ganges player here!"

"?? What's wrong with me being a lizardman?"

"Am I the only one concerned about whether dragon turtle meat is delicious?"

"..."

Looking at the messy conversation on the forum, a faint smile appeared on the corner of Luo Yan's mouth.

As he expected, the one hundred little players he sent to reinforce the Sand Ridge tribe in the central desert successfully completed the mission, saving the Sand Ridge tribe from the fate of destruction.

But to be honest, the one hundred thousand strong primitive army of the Armored Dragon Kingdom, he had never really taken it to heart from the beginning.

The reason for arranging this battle was mainly to test the actual combat effect of the hand-made Gatling guns of the I Reckon group.

Now it seems that Yi Kou Men Le Hua Xue Chi's preparation was still not sufficient; although this epoch-making weapon had good firepower, its stability and manufacturing process still needed improvement.

"... It seems the new equipment of the I Reckon group still needs to settle down."

Luo Yan calculated secretly in his heart, perhaps he could let the engineers of the Black Wind Fort military factory participate in the improvement of this new equipment, optimize the next generation of Gatling guns a bit more, and maybe he could put this thing on the roof of the magic crystal tank.

Burden?

Doesn't exist.

The Minister of Military Affairs of the Demon God Cabinet likes this, the more firepower the better, the more turrets the better, the more exaggerated the paper data the better.

Even if the equipment is overweight, it doesn't matter; at worst, stuff a small devil who is good at earth-type magic in the carriage, reinforcing the ground with magic while driving forward.

As for whether the front-line soldiers and logistics personnel are happy, I don't know, anyway, Caesar Kelin is happy... this is the one who really pays.

Just as Luo Yan was calculating in his heart, the light-bodied Hearing You You was excitedly circling around him, chirping and saying.

"As expected of His Majesty the Demon King, a mere one hundred thousand strong army is completely no match for your servants... now the Armored Dragon Kingdom should know how powerful you are!"

It seemed to have already seen the scene where the lizardmen of Assam City knelt at the feet of His Majesty the Demon King, worshipping his statue placed on the top of the pyramid!

Hearing what Hearing You You said, Luo Yan smiled faintly.

"They knew from the beginning, even if they didn't know at first, they should have understood after seeing our magic crystal tanks."

For the Holy King of the Armored Dragon Kingdom, whether offering sacrifices to the Dragon God or offering sacrifices to his own tracks, it was essentially the same meaning.

The reason they could persist, on the surface, was stupidity and arrogance, but in the final analysis, it was because the sacrifices that could be used for offering were so many that it was not a pity.

Hearing You You tilted its head, not understanding the meaning of His Majesty the Demon King's words, and Luo Yan didn't intend to explain, ending his meditation after browsing the forum.

Next was waiting for Thanos's news.

If that guy came back safely, he could order Alakto to launch the final attack on Assam City.

Just as Luo Yan ended his meditation, light footsteps came from outside the tent, and a moment later an acolyte wearing a black robe walked in, reporting in a low voice.

"Your Majesty the Demon King, the mission of the Wind Roar tribe has come again, this time it is their leader Urga Wind-Split who led the team personally."

Luo Yan asked casually.

"What is he here for?"

"He brought the map of the Sun Ladder Mountains and expressed his intention to submit to you."

The acolyte wearing the black robe continued to say in a respectful tone.

"He also said that his envoy previously did not accurately convey his meaning, understanding the submission he instructed as an alliance, begging you not to take it to heart. He admires your majesty immensely, and the moment he saw you for the first time, his heart determined that you are his master. He and his people are willing to follow your footsteps forever, until the end of time, please give him another chance."

Although he didn't see Urga's face, Luo Yan could feel the panic and humility in his wording just by listening to the acolyte's retelling.

It seems that the big fire that swallowed thirty thousand Armored Dragon soldiers in the forest before, this leader of the Wind Roar tribe saw it clearly from the sky.

Compared to the Armored Dragon Kingdom that resisted stubbornly, small tribes that had long struggled on the edge of life and death clearly understood the truth of judging the situation.

However, Luo Yan didn't rush to summon this leader who took the initiative to submit, but chose to leave this guy who saw the wind and steered the rudder to hang for a while.

"You go tell Urga, just say I am meditating, I have no time to see him today, let him camp outside our camp to rest for a while. When I have time, I will naturally summon him."

Speaking of this, Luo Yan suddenly thought of something else and continued.

"Remember to arrange them next to the mission station of the Sand Ridge tribe... if other tribes' missions come, arrange them nearby too."

When there is a group of lick-dogs, letting them roll each other is the kingly way.

The acolyte nodded respectfully.

"As you command."

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At this very moment, Urga didn't know what His Majesty the Demon King was thinking, and really thought he was meditating, so he honestly camped next to the mission of the Sand Ridge tribe.

At the same time, on the other side, in the territory of the Sand Ridge tribe, the haze of war had not completely dissipated.

After all, not everyone could get first-hand news from the official website of "Disaster OL," and the transmission of information needed time.

In the council hall of the Sand Ridge tribe, the candlelight was dim, and a heavy and oppressive atmosphere gathered under the large tent, the air gloomy as if it could rain.

In front of a map spread on a huge stone platform, a tall and dignified mother lizardman was standing seriously.

Her scales were noble gold, shining brightly under the firelight, and the gold crown inlaid with gems on her head made her look even more noble and elegant. A long tail hung lightly behind her, and the battle robe inlaid with obsidian armor outlined her slender figure, emitting a majesty that made people awe-inspiring.

She was the Matriarch of the Sand Ridge tribe—Aisermata Hamaka, and many Sand Ridge tribe lizardmen called her "Mother Hamaka" or "Lord Hamaka."

At this moment, the elders standing around the map were anxious, talking in low voices.

"... The one hundred thousand strong army of the Armored Dragon Kingdom has arrived at the Twin-Tail Rift, and they will be able to reach the outpost we set up in the Quicksand Hills by the day after tomorrow at the latest."

"The reinforcements provided by His Majesty the Demon King are less than a hundred people, which simply cannot reverse the war situation, and the three thousand elites led by General Kasa are afraid they can only delay for a little time."

"Migrate, Matriarch! We must immediately withdraw to the wilderness in the southwest... even if we lose the current territory, it is better than letting the whole tribe be exterminated by those bloodthirsty beasts."

The voices of the elders were full of anxiety, and everyone's eyes carried deep worry and unease.

Aisermata stared at the map silently, she knew clearly that the worries of these elders were not groundless.

Three thousand against one hundred thousand, the outcome of this battle was almost unnecessary to guess, it seems His Majesty the Demon King had already abandoned them.

As the leader of the Sand Ridge tribe, she must and could only make the worst plans.

"I understand everyone's worries..."

Her voice was calm but firm, looking at the flags and marks on the map, she finally made a decision.

"Kasa will win us the necessary time, and what we need to do now is to preserve the fire of our tribe as much as possible with the help of His Majesty the Demon King."

She paused, just about to continue speaking, when a rush of footsteps suddenly came from outside the council hall. A messenger rushed in panting, knelt on the ground, and shouted excitedly:

"Matriarch, good news from the front!"

"Speak." Aisermata's scales moved slightly, but she didn't hold much hope.

The messenger lowered his head and continued to speak incoherently.

"The one hundred thousand strong army of the Armored Dragon Kingdom has been completely defeated! Not only that, the main general Bakaer died in battle, the Armored Dragon tribe soldiers have collapsed, and are retreating in an all-round way to the rear! General Kasa and the reinforcements sent by His Majesty the Demon King held the position... Matriarch, we won!!!"

Won...?

The whole council hall fell into a dead silence for an instant.

The elders looked at me and I looked at you, for a while no one spoke, and even less knew what expression to make.

Aisermata also froze for a moment, as if doubting she had heard wrong just now.

It took a long time to come back to her senses, her voice trembling slightly.

"Are you sure... the great army of the Armored Dragon Kingdom has been repelled?"

The messenger nodded firmly.

"Absolutely true! I can guarantee it with my life! Although the reinforcements sent by the Demon King are less than a hundred people, they can use... uh, a special kind of magic!"

"Relying on that power like a god in the world, they easily defeated the vanguard of the Armored Dragon tribe, and killed the enemy main general Bakaer in the battle! Kasa led three thousand warriors to pursue the victory, the Armored Dragon Kingdom's army was in a mess, head and tail couldn't take care of each other, and currently has retreated outside the central desert!"

The elders in the hall finally came back to their senses, and excited exclamations rose one after another:

"This... how is it possible?"

"Unbelievable!"

"Hiss... didn't expect the power of this Demon King's army to be so strong?!"

"In any case, our tribe is finally saved! Lord Hamaka, this must be the arrangement of fate!"

Aisermata also couldn't hide her excitement, joyful light blooming in her golden vertical pupils.

She clenched her fists, took a deep breath, and said solemnly.

"It seems that we underestimated the power of His Majesty the Demon King, and even more underestimated his importance to allies."

She turned slowly, a touch of decisiveness and respect in her eyes:

"Everyone, besides the will of Ataya, I cannot explain this incredible victory. Fate has clearly told us that the future of the Sand Ridge tribe is destined to be closely linked with His Majesty the Demon King."

Speaking of this, she paused for a moment, looked at the personal guard standing at the tent door, and ordered.

"Pass my order, prepare the luggage, set off immediately! I will personally go to the northern coast to express the loyalty and submission of the Sand Ridge tribe to His Majesty the Demon King!"

"Yes!" The guard bowed and exited the tent, preparing in a hurry.

The elders in the hall knelt on one knee together.

"Follow your will, Matriarch."

Aisermata nodded slightly, left the crowd and the map in the council hall, and strode out of the tent, full of spirit, her golden vertical pupils full of excitement.

There was no need to continue discussing migration.

With the power currently displayed by the Demon King's army, let alone one hundred thousand strong army, even if another one million came, the outcome would probably be the same!

From now on, the Sand Ridge tribe will live under the sun with heads held high, and will no longer have to endure the unreasonable plunder of the Armored Dragon Kingdom!

Under the protection of His Majesty the Demon King, no one will ever threaten their survival again!

Now there is only one thing she needs to do—that is to seize the future of the Sand Ridge tribe!

The teleportation array set up by the Demon King's army is not far from the capital of the Sand Ridge tribe, and the connected station is located south of the fortress of the Demon King's army.

Through that magic array flickering with ghostly green light, in just a moment, Aisermata crossed a distance of hundreds of kilometers and arrived at the dense and humid rainforest near the northern coast.

The dark green light dissipated from the soles of her feet, and the humid air unique to the rainforest rushed toward her.

Before she could adapt to the dizziness of the space disorder, a familiar voice came from beside her ear.

"Sister, you are here."

Aisermata looked in the direction of the voice, just in time to see her sister Thea standing in front of the teleportation array, smiling and waiting for herself.

Seeing Thea safe and sound, a touch of relief surged in her heart, she walked up and said.

"Thea, long time no see, thanks to you for the hard work on the tribe's affairs."

Thea bowed slightly, shook her head with a smile.

"That is the mission bestowed upon me by Ataya, it should be done... Matriarch, please follow me, I will take you to the camp of our mission."

The two walked slowly through a dense forest and soon arrived in front of the camp where the Sand Ridge tribe mission was located.

The camp was not large, but it was arranged in an orderly manner, and several simple training grounds were built around it.

"This is..."

Aisermata's eyes moved slightly, her gaze falling on the training ground on the side, a touch of slight surprise appearing in her eyes.

That was the one hundred young talents of the Sand Ridge tribe she had previously offered to the Demon King as a gift.

They were currently holding short daggers seriously, repeatedly practicing precise and fatal stabbing techniques against straw model models.

Their movements were swift, every swing and stab was sharp and crisp, clearly prepared specifically for assassination and stealth combat.

It seemed they had been practicing here for a while.

"His Majesty the Demon King was not satisfied with our training method, so he intended to retrain them," focusing her gaze on the training ground, Thea said softly, then her gaze focused on a figure, "Currently, the one responsible for training them is Lord Sarah... she is the personal guard of His Majesty the Demon King. Of course, intuition tells me that their relationship is not just what it looks like."

Aisermata didn't care about her second half of the sentence, following her line of sight to look ahead of those serious Sand Ridge tribe warriors, only to see a slim lady standing with her hands behind her back.

She wore a tight and simple light armor and battle robe, her indifferent expression showing no ripples, a pair of eye-catching cat ears on her head swaying slightly, her demeanor casual, but emitting an aura that was hard to see through.

Intuition told Aisermata that this seemingly thin, human-like guy was not easy to deal with!

Before she could ask in detail, movement suddenly came from the tent not far away, and a tall and familiar figure happened to walk out of the tent.

Seeing Aisermata, a touch of surprise rose on Nema's cold-as-frost face, and she hurriedly walked up to greet her.

"Matriarch?! Why did you come personally?"

"I came to express my gratitude and respect to His Majesty the Demon King... no need for courtesy, get up quickly."

Aisermata helped Nema up with a gentle expression.

But the next instant, a touch of strange color flashed on her face, and she looked at the familiar face in front of her with astonishment.

The power bestowed upon her by the Hamaka bloodline allowed her to clearly feel that the aura on Nema had undergone earth-shaking changes.

"Nema, your strength... could it be that you broke through?!" Aisermata stared with wide eyes in disbelief.

Nema didn't hide it, lowering her head and confessing with a pious face.

"Yes, Matriarch... you may have already felt it, that is the power bestowed upon me by His Majesty the Demon King. With the help of that lord, I successfully broke through the bottleneck of the Saint General grade and promoted to the God General grade."

Really broke through!

But... how is this possible?!

Aisermata's heart shook violently, unable to speak, her face full of astonishment.

Improving soul grade... that is the power possessed only by the gods in legends!

Only warriors who are pious enough, after returning to Ataya's embrace after death, have the possibility of obtaining stronger power in the next life!

What is going on?

Nema didn't seem to notice the shock of the Matriarch at this moment, her face full of incomparable worship for His Majesty the Demon King.

That look... as if willing to completely hand over her life and soul to him.

Thea coughed lightly, and Nema, who was immersed in the grace of His Majesty the Demon King, came back to her senses like a dream.

She coughed dryly, quickly restrained her expression, and retreated respectfully behind Thea.

Aisermata looked at Nema blankly, all kinds of thoughts flashing through her mind, but couldn't gather into a sentence.

"Sister..." Thea spoke in a low voice at the right time, which brought her back to reality from the shock.

"These days... I have been pondering why he can do things that only gods can do, but because we know too little about the world outside the Great Barrier, I have never thought of an answer."

Pausing, Thea continued.

"Only one point I can be sure of, in the past thousand years, the Ancient Continent may have undergone changes we could not predict. This change is not just in the mortal world, but also includes the heavens..."

War is not in soldiers, killing does not use knives... the power they displayed far exceeded her cognition.

Thea looked at Aisermata's eyes seriously, a deep dread in her low voice.

"This Demon King from outside the Great Barrier is very likely a newly born god on that continent. We submit to him, perhaps it is just complying with the arrangement of fate."

Aisermata was silent for a long time, finally sighed lightly, reorganized the expression on her face, and looked at Thea solemnly.

"I understand... in fact, I came here for this."

Thea breathed a sigh of relief, a knowing smile appearing on her face.

What she was most worried about was her sister—the respected Matriarch still harboring the idea of using His Majesty the Demon King, and not intending to submit from the bottom of her heart.

She was not producing such concerns from the standpoint of the Demon King's army, on the contrary, this was for the Sand Ridge tribe.

The Armored Dragon Kingdom destroying the Sand Ridge tribe still needed one hundred thousand strong army, but these guys... maybe a few people would be enough.

In the face of an absolutely disparate power gap, anything extra they did was just a waste of time.

But now it seems her concerns were superfluous, the respected Lord Hamaka was a person who knew the big picture.

Just when Aisermata's thoughts were still immersed in the words of her sister Thea and Nema, she suddenly noticed that there seemed to be more than just the Sand Ridge tribe's flags near her mission camp.

Through the shadows of the rainforest, she clearly saw several different camps arranged in order, and flags of different colors fluttering above the camps.

"Thea, who are those people?"

Aisermata's eyes condensed slightly, vaguely guessing something, and her voice became heavy.

Thea looked in the direction of her gaze, nodding slightly seriously.

"Those are missions from other tribes, they arrived here a little later than us. Among them are the Wind Roar tribe living in the Sun Ladder Mountains area, and the Tide tribe living in the bay area... besides that, some smaller lizardman forces have also sent envoys."

Aisermata furrowed her scales, her eyes becoming playful, saying with a smile that was not a smile.

"It seems we are not the only ones who have set our sights on the majesty of the Demon King."

This group of vultures stealing rat jerky!

Aisermata couldn't help but curse in her heart, clearly I was the one who came first!

At this moment, she completely forgot that just yesterday she was still discussing migration with the tribe elders in the council hall with a worried face... clearly she herself was not deeply convinced of the Demon King's power from the beginning.

"Yes," Thea nodded, wise light flickering in her vertical pupils, "Now the Armored Dragon Kingdom is clearly in a downward trend, and many forces that were originally wavering have moved the idea of defecting. They all know very clearly that if they cannot express enough sincerity in the shortest time and set their position, they are afraid they will miss a key historical opportunity."

Speaking of this, a touch of relief smile appeared on Thea's face, saying softly.

"Fortunately, we placed our bets earlier, standing firmly beside the Demon King ahead of everyone else, and thus obtained the opportunities they did not get... including Nema breaking through the bottleneck of strength and promoting to God General, including the personal guidance of the Demon King's personal guard to the youth in our tribe."

A God General grade expert is enough to change the balance of power between the Sand Ridge tribe and other tribes, especially since this God General grade expert is now by the side of His Majesty the Demon King.

And if the Sand Ridge tribe's quicksand assassins can play a greater role in the Demon King's army, their status in the Demon King's army will undoubtedly rise, and maybe there is hope to replace the old hegemon Armored Dragon Kingdom and become the new hegemon on the Gana Continent!

Hearing this, Aisermata felt both relieved and couldn't help but give birth to a touch of urgency.

Such huge benefits, clearly not only she could think of. Although the Sand Ridge tribe occupied some opportunities because of placing bets early, other forces on the Gana Continent were by no means easy to deal with.

If there is a slight hesitation, this weak advantage is afraid it will vanish in the blink of an eye.

She took a deep breath, her gaze gradually firming, turning to say to Thea and Nema.

"It seems our actions must be a little faster."

Even adding some chips! ===== CHAPTER 282 =====