Chapter 289

Above the Shenghu.

Two lizardmen of the Wind-Roar tribe flapped their wings, hovering silently one behind the other, their eyes filled with identical expressions of terror and panic.

"It's over." Watching the city of Assam, destroyed by a single strike, Urga muttered to himself.

His personal guard captain, Kadar, who was drifting beside him, swallowed hard, his wings trembling uncontrollably as he said in a shaky voice.

"I never imagined the Holy Armored Dragon Kingdom wouldn't even last a single night..."

A single strike, and the thousand-year foundation of the Holy Armored Dragon Kingdom was completely destroyed...

Is this the power of the Demon King?

It is simply terrifyingly strong...

"That is no longer the power of a mortal," Urga said in a hoarse voice, the scales between his brows bunching together.

The Great Barrier had indeed trapped them for too long, to the point where they had become completely disconnected from the outside world.

While the lizardmen on the Gana Continent were still fighting tooth and nail over the control of a few rivers, these conquerors from afar had already mastered power that far exceeded their understanding.

It wasn't just that rain of fire that emitted a terrifying roar.

It was also that magic, which matched the power of the gods!

The temple that the Armored Dragon tribe had spent a thousand years building was dragged into the sky by that Demon King with ease, and then thrown back onto the ground.

Facing such an opponent, Urga knew he had no chance of victory, and at the same time, he was immensely grateful that he had played it safe back then, and hadn't stood on the side of the Holy Armored Dragon Kingdom in a fit of rage when his envoy was thrown back.

Actually...

Thinking about it this way, the Great Graveyard is still quite merciful, isn't it?

Although those living dead look a bit scary, at least they let the envoy return alive and didn't chop off the envoy's head.

A sense of comfort grew in Urga's heart; for the Holy Armored Dragon Kingdom, changing masters on the Gana Continent was undoubtedly tragic, but for the Wind-Roar tribe, it might not be a bad thing.

At least no one is ripping out their hearts anymore.

Thinking of this, Urga couldn't help but envy the Sand-Ridge tribe.

Those cunning chameleons have completely won their gamble this time; as the first tribe to side with the Great Graveyard, they will likely get a huge slice of the cake from the Holy Armored Dragon Kingdom!

Urga, who used to not take the Great Graveyard seriously, had already begun to calculate in his heart how to increase the Wind-Roar tribe's status in the Great Graveyard.

I wonder if Lord Demon King needs a mount.

If he does, he wouldn't mind considering it...

Urga and his subordinates did not know that although the Demon King's army had bombed Assam City, what truly destroyed this thousand-year-old city was not the Great Graveyard's rockets, but a "cunning plan" from a thousand years ago.

The Dragon God Gustaff had once again struck a heavy blow against his own people.

But presumably, just like a thousand years ago when he used the Great Barrier to forcibly cut the Gana Continent off from this planet to protect his people, his original intention must have been good.

After all, God loves the world.

It's just a pity that the respected Mr. Gustaff is currently an egg and cannot open his mouth to explain.

But that's okay—

Although he has no mouth, the Demon King does, and he can speak for him.

On the ruins of the Dragon God Temple, High Priest Zel, facing the chaotic streets, read out the Dragon God's will—or rather, Lord Demon King's will—to the priests, nobles, and surviving soldiers and citizens of the Holy Armored Dragon Kingdom in a solemn and grave tone.

To cover up the unforgivable crimes committed by their ancestors, to escape the reckoning of history, and to maintain the legitimacy of their rule, the Parr family had stubbornly carried out blood sacrifices time and time again, even sacrificing the envoy of the Dragon God from the sea, finally bringing about today's catastrophe.

The collapsed temple is the most direct evidence.

Hearing that the Dragon God not only sacrificed himself for the Armored Dragon tribe but also mercifully forgave them time and again for going astray, and even until the very end did not give up, finally sending the God-Chosen One who could shatter the shackles on them... the Armored Dragon lizardmen on the ruins shed tears of gratitude one after another, and under the leadership of the priests, began collective prayers, completing the final verdict on the past.

Thanos, leaning against a stone wall with his arms crossed, glanced at the group of lizardmen prostrate on the ground, a faint trace of mockery curling the corner of his mouth.

"... I bet that if their Dragon God really came back, the first thing he would do is clean house and slaughter this bunch of unfilial descendants."

Raising her pale and slender jade hand, Blanchia yawned lazily and glanced at this cynical fellow.

"Why do you care so much about a bunch of bugs? Did you take a fancy to one of them?"

Listening to that prickly voice, Thanos let out a cold laugh, not bothering to argue with her, and faded his figure into the darkness.

"I'm just worried that these reptiles will lower the average level of the Great Graveyard. After a thousand years of reincarnation, they're still in this state; I'm afraid the proportion of transcendents among goblins is higher than theirs."

Lowering the average level of the Great Graveyard?

Looking at the shadow hiding in the darkness like a venomous snake, a faint trace of mockery curled the corner of Blanchia's mouth.

"It seems your understanding of our Lord Demon King's power is not profound enough; turning decay into magic is exactly what he is best at."

These newborn souls are a bit weak, but which soul was born a lucky one favored by the gods?

Who didn't start from nothing and grow to flourish?

Including the Great Graveyard that was initially torn apart.

Including the once desolate Black Wind Fortress.

Even His Majesty the Demon King himself... these are all living examples.

Even if you search through the history of the Underworld, you won't find a second human who, as an orphan, sat in the position of a councilor in the Parliament Building.

Thinking of this, a look of intoxication couldn't help but rise in Blanchia's eyes.

Praise the Demon God!

For letting this rising purple moon descend over the Desperate City, and saving the labyrinth of Lei Ming County from falling apart!

"I didn't think that, don't talk nonsense..." Perhaps out of fear of the Demon King, Thanos, who had just left, added this, and then truly left.

Meanwhile, on the other side, on the street not far from the ruins of the Dragon God Temple.

Luo Yan was issuing orders to his subordinates, arranging for the stationing in Assam City, and at the same time sending subordinates with keen senses and little devil players to assist the residents of Assam City in searching for the Armored Dragon lizardmen buried under the ruins.

From now on, the Armored Dragon tribe would be his subjects, and as their lord, he still had to take some responsibility for them.

Besides, they were all Gustaff's children; consider it cleaning up after his future mount.

In addition, Luo Yan also ordered Thanos to search for the traces of the Holy King Iz.

According to High Priest Zel, that guy seemed to have flown into the sky with the Dragon God Temple and then disappeared.

However, it was a pity that Thanos only found some indescribable remains under the ruins of the temple—shaped like burnt meat sauce.

Obviously, the golden scales of the Parr family were no more durable than granite; referring to the Dragon God Temple that had shattered into tofu dregs, his fate needed no further words.

What a pity.

Luo Yan had intended to throw him to the angry residents of Assam City, let him taste the feeling of being placed on an altar and having his kidneys ripped out, and by the way, consolidate the faith of these new believers, but he didn't expect this guy to die in a corner where no one noticed; it was a bargain for him.

However, just when Luo Yan intended to let it go, an Armored Dragon priest ran over to remind him, indicating that the Parr family still had other clansmen.

"The Parr family has fooled us for a thousand years, it is truly hateful; the crimes they committed are as numerous as the flesh and blood smeared on the stone steps of the Dragon God Temple! Iz's death is simply not enough to sacrifice to the soul of the Dragon God... Your Majesty, as long as you give the order, I am willing to serve you and complete the reckoning of the Parr family for you!"

Looking at that lizard face full of humility and flattery, a playful smile couldn't help but rise on Luo Yan's face.

"You handle it yourselves, no need to ask me."

The priest straightened his chest with spirit.

"Yes! Lord Demon King!"

From Gustaff's standpoint, the first family head of the Parr family was undoubtedly a traitor, but from the standpoint of the Armored Dragon tribe, it might not be so.

That critical strike not only severed Gustaff's head but also severed the shackles on the necks of the Armored Dragon tribe.

However, it is a fact that that guy did not reckon with Gustaff's mistakes in time, and it is also a fact that he fully inherited the legacy of the Great Barrier and Gustaff's will.

Nowadays, the Armored Dragon tribe has undergone serious civilizational decline under the leadership of the Parr family, and is infinitely close to primitive people who drink blood.

It is understandable that these primitive people decided to reckon with his descendants in the way of primitive people.

No matter what, this is the internal affair of the Armored Dragon tribe itself.

Dismissing the enthusiastic priest with one sentence, Luo Yan no longer asked about this minor matter that did not affect the overall situation.

Interestingly, this time the dragon egg in his arms did not turn red.

Let's just take this as His tacit approval.

On the seventh day after the war ended, the reconstruction work had been going on for some time, but it was currently still in the stage of clearing ruins, and the restoration of buildings had not yet begun.

Dirt roads opened temporarily extended to the camp outside Assam City, the roadsides were covered with broken bricks and tiles, skeleton soldiers pushing small carts were running creakily, persistently transporting garbage out cart by cart.

Of course, what was in the carts was not all garbage, there was also gold and silverware scraped from the broken walls... these treasures could be exchanged for Underworld coins at Tichi's hotel.

However, because the exchange profit was average, far less than digging out survivors from the ruins, there were not many players specifically panning for gold in the ruins, most were just doing it on the side and reselling to the newbies who collected junk.

It is sigh-inducing, the once magnificent streets now only have charred outlines, and the remains of stone pillars melted by high temperatures.

"It's really too miserable..." Looking at the place where he once fell, 【Teammate Sacrificing to Heaven】, standing in front of the ruins of the Dragon God Temple, sighed lightly.

Why bother?

He was just passing by.

But I didn't expect that the respected Lord Demon King really avenged him; the NPCs in this game are too realistic...

In the distance, players in battle robes and the Hell Demon Legion were still assisting ghouls and undead laborers in clearing the ruins, and from time to time came the dull sound of stones collapsing and skeletons being dug out.

And at this very moment, beside the Shenghu of the Holy Armored Dragon Kingdom, the leaders and envoys from various tribes were standing silently.

Most of them had already surrendered to the Great Graveyard, but at this moment, facing the scene of destruction before them, they still couldn't help but hold their breath, and a chill rose in their hearts.

The former Assam City now looked like the carcass of a giant beast stripped of its scales, and all this was because of the arrogance of the Holy Armored Dragon Kingdom, which brought about the Demon King's wrath.

"I'm afraid divine punishment is nothing more than this..."

Uyana Cui-Scale's voice was as low as the tide, and the light green scales seemed to glow with a mournful light.

She came from the Tidal tribe and was a prophet in the tribe, having repeatedly dictated the revelations of the Sea God, warning her own tribe not to provoke those outsiders.

Although the Sea God's warning was fake, fortunately, her caution was correct.

"Hahahaha! As expected of Lord Demon King... that this bunch of damn bugs ended up like this can be considered retribution!"

The matriarch of the Sand-Ridge tribe, Asermatha Hamaka, stared with burning eyes at Assam City, which had turned into ruins. There was not a trace of mourning in those beautiful vertical pupils, only the satisfaction of a great revenge.

Unlike the Tidal tribe that lived in the coastal area, the hatred between the Sand-Ridge tribe and the Holy Armored Dragon Kingdom could even be traced back to a thousand years ago.

Although it was a pity that she couldn't take revenge personally, now she was considered a subject of Lord Demon King, and rounding it up, it could be considered that she had taken revenge!

Praise the Demon King!

A look of intoxication rose on her golden-glowing scales, and the tip of her long, thin tongue licked the corner of her lips like a snake flicking its tongue.

"Fortunately, we made the right choice."

Standing beside Asermatha, the vertical pupils of Thea flickered with a quiet and wise light, and her steady tone was like a cool breeze blowing over the sand dunes.

Her gaze crossed the Shenghu and landed on Assam City—or rather, the ruins of Assam City.

Unlike the matriarch, what she saw was not just victory, but also a new god about to be crowned under blood and fire.

And they happened to stand on the right side.

"Incredible..."

The elder of the High Mountain tribe muttered to himself, his dusty gray scales full of vicissitudes, his eyes staring straight at the direction of the center of the lake.

"The temple that the Holy Armored Dragon Kingdom spent thousands of years building... actually turned to ashes overnight."

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never believe that anyone could do this.

Urga, who was standing on the side with his wings folded, curled his mouth into a mocking smile, looking at these dumbfounded aliens, just like looking at a bunch of ignorant bumpkins.

"Do you understand now?"

Although he was also a member of the tribes, as a loyal subject who had been silently watching Lord Demon King from the sky since the moment he stepped onto this land, Urga felt that he was worlds apart from these bugs.

Uyana Cui-Scale gave him a meaningful look, and several other marginal tribes also cast dissatisfied gazes at him.

Except for Asermatha, she just curled her lips and didn't take this guy who stood in the back seriously at all.

Undoubtedly—

Speaking of subjects of His Majesty the Demon King, among the many lizardmen standing here, only she, who had "fought side by side" with Lord Demon King's servants, was worthy of this honor.

After everything is over, she wants to build a monument in the Twin-Tail Rift of the Central Desert to dedicate to the Demon King!

Urga on the side was still chattering.

"I said long ago that that lord's power has long exceeded our understanding of transcendent power. Let alone a mere Dragon God Temple, even the barrier set by the Dragon God himself is just a wave of his hand for him."

The lizardmen were silent for a moment, some showing awe, some bowing their heads in thought.

Just at this moment, streaks of pitch-black thorns suddenly emerged from the edge of the lake, startling the dwarf dragons standing by the lake drinking water.

A massive pressure enveloped the lakeside.

The lizardmen looked at the twisted thorn bushes one after another, their eyes intertwined with astonishment and vigilance, thinking it was the Demon King himself, but only saw an elegant lady walk out of the thorn bushes.

The black long dress outlined her graceful figure, the hem passing over the ankles brushed over the green grass, and a pair of seemingly weak eyes hid sharp blades.

Asermatha's scales were tense, her breathing slightly heavy, and the moment she inadvertently made contact with her gaze, her vertical pupils contracted slightly.

That was the look of looking at bugs!

However—

She couldn't raise a trace of anger in her heart.

Only the trembling and panic from biological instinct!

Blanchia didn't look at her.

Or more accurately, although that lazy gaze swept over the lizardmen present, it didn't linger on any face.

As a true subject of Lord Demon King, she smiled softly, her voice gentle and ceremonial but with a hint of unquestionability.

"Lord Demon King asked me to pick you all up into the city, please follow me."

After speaking, she turned around and walked towards Assam City in the center of the Shenghu on her own.

The lizardmen looked at each other, exchanging the wariness in each other's eyes, and finally took steps to follow.

Following Blanchia's footsteps, they came to the center of the Shenghu along the wide road, passing through the ruins of the half-collapsed city wall.

Asermatha looked around, this was her first time entering the Holy City, and she didn't expect the situation inside to be even more astonishing than she imagined.

The wealth of the Holy Armored Dragon tribe exceeded her imagination.

Every building here was built of stone, even if it was broken, one could still see the exquisite carvings remaining on it.

No wonder they were no match for the Armored Dragon tribe, the national strength of the two sides was simply not on the same level!

If the Great Graveyard hadn't intervened, they would probably have been crushed to death by the expeditionary army of the Armored Dragon tribe...

Asermatha was unwilling, but could only admit this point.

The other lizardman leaders besides Asermatha were moving their gazes around, astonished at the remains on the street.

What kind of powerful force could destroy this fortress built of solid rock like this...

Even Urga, who had seen it once in the sky, was silent.

Compared to when he was flying in the sky, standing on this ruin with his feet, he felt his own insignificance more profoundly...

Carrying the fear of the Demon King's strength, the lizardmen finally came to an open space, and a stone platform that rose abruptly was located in the center of the open space.

That was a stone platform summoned by earth magic, the flat rock cut surface still had dried mud marks, obviously just molded not long ago.

Standing on the stone platform was the Demon King, and nearby were the lizardmen of the Armored Dragon tribe, including nobles, priests, and soldiers.

From their expressions, they had obviously surrendered to the new master.

They had been waiting here for a long time!

Looking up at the majestic figure on the stone platform, Asermatha, who considered herself a subject, slowly bent her knees, respectfully and obediently touched one knee to the ground, and said softly.

"Greetings, Your Majesty the Demon King."

The other lizardman leaders and envoys followed suit, the sound of worship rising one after another on the open space, looking like a grand occasion of all nations coming to pay tribute.

High Priest Zel, standing under the high platform, glanced sideways.

When the Holy Armored Dragon Kingdom was at its peak, it didn't make these barbarians surrender willingly, and he didn't expect Lord Demon King to do it with just one look.

He sighed lightly in his heart.

Sure enough...

This lord really came with a mission!

Luo Yan, standing on the high platform, didn't know what Zel was thinking, and didn't care.

The reason he summoned his servants here today was not to show concern for them or show his approachability, but because there were important things to announce.

Looking at the leaders kneeling on one knee, he spoke in a gentle tone.

"Everyone, get up."

After getting permission, the lizardmen stood up one after another, and then raised their gazes, carefully looking at the high platform, trying to guess the deep meaning behind that majesty.

Luo Yan's gaze overlooked the whole scene, without a word of nonsense, directly announcing the indisputable future of the Gana Continent in a majestic and steady voice—

"From today on, the Holy Armored Dragon Kingdom has become history and no longer exists."

The square in front of the high platform was suddenly silent.

All the lizardmen, whether they were Armored Dragon lizardmen or lizardmen from various tribes, held their breath in unison, waiting for that majestic voice to continue.

"... From now on, the Armored Dragon tribe will no longer exist as a single tribe, but will be divided into twelve independent tribes according to the region where they live, and together with hundreds of other tribes on the Gana Continent, form—the Gustaff United Kingdom."

"As the only legitimate political entity on the Gana Continent, the United Kingdom enjoys sovereignty over all territories and territorial waters of the Gana Continent; it is both a country shared by the hundred tribes of the Dragon God's descendants and an extension of the Great Graveyard's will on the Gana Continent."

"Its legal king is nominated by the Chieftain Council and approved by the Death Priest sent by the Great Graveyard. Each tribe will regularly elect their own chieftain to enter the Chieftain Council to discuss state affairs with the King of All Choices, resolve internal disputes, and formulate laws to be observed together under the supervision of acolytes."

Some Armored Dragon lizardmen lowered their heads. Most of them were former residents of Assam City.

Among them were soldiers, merchants, civil officials, nobles, as well as priests and acolytes responsible for sacrificial activities.

The collapse of the old kingdom meant that their privileges, fiefs, and even the glory bestowed by the Dragon God would all turn to dust.

The days when they relied on their status to speak were completely over from today.

In the corner of the square, an elderly noble secretly tightened his scepter under his claws, his knuckles turning white. But in the end, he didn't say anything, just bowed his head silently and accepted his fate.

Six days ago, High Priest Zel disclosed the unknown secrets of a thousand years ago, and the direct and collateral lines of the Parr family were all blood-washed by angry Dragon God believers.

Thousands of heads rolled on the street not far from here, and the blood flowed into a river. Even thinking about that bloody scene now, his heart was still trembling with fear.

Although blood sacrifice activities in Assam City happened from time to time, the main sacrifices before were slaves, far less shocking than the catastrophe six days ago.

In this miserable world, it is already not easy to survive, he didn't dare to think about other things at all.

Except for the depressed old nobles, there were also some Armored Dragon tribesmen whose eyes became burning with spirit at this moment.

They came from the border, from the wilderness, and had been excluded from the core power by the Senate of Assam City. The collapse of the kingdom was naturally depressing in terms of emotion, but as marginalized people under the old order, they also saw a new dawn in it.

Before, they had to endure for the interests of Assam City, but now they could speak for their own interests.

"Finally... it's our turn to speak." An Armored Dragon tribesman with a strong physique from the border of the kingdom muttered to himself, his voice unable to suppress a trace of excitement.

As for those lizardmen who originally came from various tribes, their reactions were not strong, either thinking with interest, or quietly waiting for the Demon King to continue.

They had no concrete concept of establishing a brand new kingdom, nor were they interested, and the grudges with the Armored Dragon tribe were not so easy to let go. But just listening to what the Demon King said, it didn't seem to have any impact on their interests.

In contrast, they were more concerned about realistic things:

For example, "How to divide the land?"

For example, "Who will inherit the treasury of Assam City?"

They were restless, exchanging gazes, whispering in low voices.

Responding to those expectant and even eager gazes, Luo Yan smiled slightly and continued in a majestic voice.

"—Next, is the arrangement regarding land."

"The land of each tribe will be re-divided and will be the first discussion topic of the Chieftain Council. In principle, the Great Graveyard agrees to extend based on the original territory according to the living habits of the residents of each tribe. Those of you who live in the mountains can still inhabit the mountains; those who live in the water can still be close to rivers and lakes; those who like nomadic life can freely shuttle through the wilderness."

Hearing that the territory could be expanded, the leaders were all overjoyed, except for the nobles of the Armored Dragon tribe who felt pain, but could only endure it.

Taking in their expressions, Luo Yan continued.

"In addition, the natural resources of the Gana Continent are shared by all lizardmen of the Gustaff United Kingdom. We allow each tribe to dispose of the natural resources in their own territory, but at the same time, we also require each tribe to open their borders and guarantee the right of each ethnic group to migrate freely... You can decide your own future, but you must not restrict the coming and going of your tribesmen."

Just as his voice fell, whispering discussions broke out again in the square.

Freedom of migration?

That is to say...

The Armored Dragon tribe can go swimming in the territory of the Tidal tribe, and the Wind-Roar tribe can fly to the territory of the Armored Dragon tribe to hunt?

Most of the tribes on the Gana Continent lived a nomadic and hunting life, and did not have farming technology and traditions. Land was more of a pasture and hunting ground for them. If they could hunt in each other's land, what was the point of dividing the land?

If it were really divided like this, I'm afraid only the Tidal tribe and the Armored Dragon tribe could take advantage. One had no competitors for fishing in the sea, and the other didn't need to migrate everywhere for farming.

This time, those Armored Dragon lizardmen who originally bowed their heads raised their heads again, with a trace of disbelief in their eyes, obviously not expecting that they could get a sweet date after being beaten up.

And Uyana Cui-Scale looked at the stage in surprise, and then looked at the aggrieved Asermatha beside her, obviously not understanding why the benefits fell on the Tidal tribe, which had a very low sense of presence.

Looking at the lizardmen who were discussing, Luo Yan just smiled faintly and remained unmoved.

Surprise?

Unreasonable?

That's right.

He had said that their own affairs could be discussed with each other, but he never said that he would also discuss the affairs of the Great Graveyard with them.

The will of the Great Graveyard will be carried out to the end—he just wants these lizardmen living as primitive people to abandon their original traditions.

The land utilization rate of nomadic life is too low.

According to their previous way of life, once the Great Barrier is lifted, they will be defeated by foreign colonists in minutes. How will they help him share the firepower then?

Of course, he won't let them fend for themselves.

The acolytes of the Great Graveyard will bring displaced farmers from the Campbell Principality to teach them farming techniques, helping them complete social transformation while consolidating their faith in him.

From now on, their population will expand ten or even dozens of times, and even as the local "condensation nucleus," they will conversely assimilate the colonists from the empire.

All this is not impossible.

As for whether this is what they want, that is another topic. He didn't come here to do charity in the first place.

The loser has no power to choose.

At least compared to Gustaff, he is still very merciful, at least he will choose a posture that makes both sides comfortable.

"Except for the right to free migration, I also want to announce two other basic rights granted to the lizardmen of the Gana Continent—"

"From today on, the slave system will be abolished. No ethnic group shall enslave others on the grounds of bloodline and status."

"—Also, all living sacrifice rituals will be prohibited."

"Violators will be sentenced to death at most."

"Even volunteering to be a sacrifice is not allowed!"

As soon as this was said, the square in front of the high platform exploded, and a sound of uproar spread.

"What?! No more sacrifices?!"

"Then, how will the sun rise?! How will the harvest come?!"

"Lord Demon King... please raise your hand, slavery is the rule left by the ancestors, it is the foundation of our existence..."

An Armored Dragon priest was probably anxious and shouted boldly.

"Is there no slavery in Hell?"

"Yes."

Luo Yan answered his question simply, and then there was no follow-up, causing the lizardman whose face was flushed with anxiety to faint.

Of course there is in Hell, including the Empire, but neither the scale nor the proportion can be mentioned in the same breath as here, and it is not the mainstream of their respective societies.

And others don't catch them to eat.

At least not all of them.

If these lizards didn't have the tradition of living sacrifice, just to let slaves work, he might not bother to worry about it.

In the situation on the Gana Continent, it is a basic operation to catch another tribe as slaves in units of tribes.

In extreme cases, the ratio of slaves to free people can even reach 1:1.

This is not the level of catching some ratmen or goblins to mine, but systematic mutual persecution between the main ethnic groups.

If this problem is not solved, even if that Chieftain Council is opened, these tribes will have to fight until lizard brains fly because of the slaves they caught from each other.

What's more, if these slaves are not turned into self-cultivating farmers first, where will his labor force come from?

Looking at these bugs arguing under the stage, Blanchia's face gradually collapsed, and a cold voice suddenly enveloped the heads of all the lizardmen in the audience.

"Did you misunderstand something... did His Majesty the Demon King allow you to speak?"

The moment her voice fell, the black dragon crossbowmen standing on the side of the square raised the heavy crossbows in their hands, and cold crossbow arrows emitted a murderous aura, making those hot-headed lizardmen calm down instantly.

The scene was silent.

Thea swallowed involuntarily, her claws shining slightly.

She could feel that the crazy woman who had never regarded them as the same kind from beginning to end would really kill!

"Enough, Blanchia, I didn't let you interrupt." Luo Yan glanced at Blanchia and gave her a look of thanks.

Although she didn't know why His Majesty the Demon King wanted to talk nonsense with this bunch of bugs, Blanchia saw that her favor had been sold, so she retreated with a humble look in her heart.

"Yes, Your Majesty..."

The black dragon crossbowmen put away the heavy crossbows in their hands, as if nothing had happened.

Thanos looked at this pretentious old woman with contempt, then moved his gaze away, continuing to be his background board silently.

Feeling the pressure on her head dissipate, Uyana Cui-Scale, whose whole body was soaked in cold sweat, quickly knelt on the ground and said at a fast speed.

"Your Majesty... the Tidal tribe... agrees with your decision."

The Tidal tribe didn't have many slaves to begin with, after all, those slaves could only be placed on the islands and couldn't follow them to migrate with the ocean currents.

This might hurt the interests of some nobles in the tribe, but as long as they are given some compensation, or even buy the slaves in their hands, it actually doesn't cost much.

It's nothing more than a few boxes of pearls.

At this time, Uyana Cui-Scale suddenly discovered that the Tidal tribe she represented seemed to be the one with the least damage to interests and the greatest gain in this reform?

What a strange thing...

"The Sand-Ridge tribe too!" Asermatha, who had come back to her senses, quickly slid and knelt, not daring to stay for a moment, at most her gaze towards the stage carried a trace of grievance and resentment.

"The Asermatha and Hamaka family will always be loyal to your decision, Your Majesty... you are our god, we have already sworn to carry out your will to the end."

"I, we... the Wind-Roar tribe too," Urga was the same, even almost bit his own tongue, and finally could only vent his anger on the Armored Dragon priest beside him, "Speaking of slaves, our Wind-Roar tribe doesn't have many at all, but this bunch of bugs loves to do this most."

The Armored Dragon priest's lips trembled with anger, but he couldn't refute.

Seeing High Priest Zel looking at this side with a warning, he swallowed this breath and knelt down tremblingly.

"Lord Demon King, forgive me... I, I was also confused for a moment."

Luo Yan didn't look at him at all, just looked at the leaders of the tribes under the stage.

Their opinions were actually insignificant from the beginning, and now that the three largest tribes had surrendered, it was easy for him to clean up a few stubborn thorns.

The issues of abolishing slavery and prohibiting living sacrifice had passed, and now he wanted to announce the final resolution.

And this was also the most critical one.

"... You may not understand now, but it won't be long before you understand why I want to do this."

After a pause, Luo Yan responded to those pairs of gazes and said the words that made all the Dragon God descendants present freeze their breath involuntarily.

"The Great Barrier will disintegrate in three days."

"In order to cope with the upcoming impact, I hope everyone will unite, help each other, and make all preparations to welcome the upcoming changes."

"Dismissed."

(End of chapter)