Chapter 685: Why does this plot feel a bit wrong?

However, Kasang immediately discovered someone faster than her. A row of Holy Light Missiles chased after that lava fireball. The first missile blew the fireball up in mid-air, and the remaining row of missiles lost their target, whooshing far away.

Is this saturation bombing?

Then, a roar was heard: "Tulus! You burned my field!"

Ang was seen carrying his massive scythe, followed by the Little Angel and the Little Zombie, charging over with a rumble.

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The remaining people all wore bitter smiles, helpless, and could only trot along to follow.

Negris complained while flying: "Dead skeleton, he used to only want to see demons, but now he explodes as soon as he sees a fireball? How many demons has he killed already? Can't he let go of his anger?"

Anthony replied with a bitter smile: "The first time is always the most memorable. The mermen of the Danhai Plane also burned the Lord's field, but I never saw the Lord hold such a grudge against those mermen."

Negris cursed: "If Tulus has any awareness in hell, he will surely regret being so itchy-handed back then."

When they entered the tribe, they saw Ang, the Little Angel, and the Little Zombie rummaging everywhere. A group of elves and a group of imps stood there staring at each other, trembling with fear.

"What's the situation? Ang, what are you looking for?" Negris asked, puzzled as he watched Ang rummage around.

Ang lifted a piece of tree bark and replied without turning his head: "Tulus."

Negris said irritably: "When did you see Tulus? You only saw a fireball. Is it possible that the fireball was cast by these imps?"

Ang turned his gaze to an imp holding a small flame and asked suspiciously: "Tulus?"

Imps are perhaps the species in the demon race that best understand how to read the room, because those who don't are all dead. So, as soon as it heard Ang's question, it sensed something was wrong. It shook its head desperately, then wiped the flame on its hand against its waistband, extinguishing it.

The lava fireball wasn't cast by a demon, but by these imps. However, Ang didn't categorize these imps as the Tulus who burned his field; after all, the size difference was too great.

Negris hurriedly changed the subject: "What about the field? The field where you grow tender hemp? Is it okay? Was it burned?"

Kasang glanced at a neat patch of vines in the distance and said: "No, the tender hemp is fine, it wasn't burned. Oh, Big Ka, Little Ka, my children, are you okay?"

The field is fine? Ang's anger dissipated quite a bit, and he hurriedly ran over to the patch of vines to inspect it.

Anthony also breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it wasn't a lava demon like Tulus, just some imps. Ang didn't categorize these thin-limbed, short-statured imps into the category of 'field-burning criminals'.

However, imps are followers of devils. Who does this devil refer to? Could it be a demon? Only the blood of a demon could pollute and create low-rank demons. Is there a demon active nearby?

Anthony hurriedly summoned Kasang. Kasang pacified the tribespeople and conveyed the situation that 'the Great Elf has come to visit everyone', and the entire Zhi Ya tribe became boisterous.

That group of imps discovered that no one was paying attention to them, and a few of them tried to sneak away. But after only a few steps, they were intercepted by a cute, pink-cheeked little girl who excitedly punched them in the eye sockets, sending them all flying back with swollen eyes.

Imps are the creatures that best understand how to read the room. From the moment Ang broke in, they realized that this was an existence they could not provoke, so they immediately shrank in place.

Now, having been sent flying by a few punches from the Little Angel, they sensed danger even more. After landing, they didn't even dare to scream, quickly rolling over and kneeling properly.

The rest of the companions looked at the cute yet fierce Little Angel and also hurriedly knelt down.

This was the most correct choice, because the Little Zombie behind the Little Angel had already assumed a ground-charge posture, ready to plow these imps away at any moment, and Lightning's horn was flickering with electric arcs, ready to give the imps a high-voltage massage.

Now seeing the imps so well-behaved, they were immediately deflated; it was really boring.

Kasang ran over to answer Anthony's question: "Demon? Not a demon, it's an Ancient God. This is his territory, and he appears here from time to time. We call him a devil. The Zhi Zha monsters here are that devil's attendants, always following behind the devil to pick up things to eat, but the devil doesn't seem to like them very much."

"But the devil hasn't appeared for more than half a year. Without the devil wandering around, we have more time to tend to the tender hemp, so this year's harvest is much better," Kasang said.

"Doesn't like them? If he doesn't like imps, then this demon's rank should be very high. Only demons above High Rank would dislike these imps for being noisy. Or is it an Ancient God? Do you know his name?" Anthony asked.

Kasang said: "It seems to be called something like the Purgatory Twins."

"Pfft, Big Demon or Small Demon? This is too much of a coincidence," Anthony asked, crying and laughing.

This question clearly exceeded the category Kasang could answer. She looked at Anthony with a blank face; how would she know what Big Demon or Small Demon was?

Anthony also knew that it was difficult for the other party to answer this question. The Ancient God was too far away from Kasang's world. It was already quite good that she knew it was the Purgatory Twins. Even if the Purgatory Twins appeared in front of her together, she wouldn't be able to tell the big one from the small one.

"Gather everyone. How many people are in your tribe? Allocate one Life Fruit for every ten people, and bring some fast-growing vegetables, dragon fruit, sweet potato, and green dates. Chop them up and add some sauce for a cold salad. How about that? Are you used to this way of eating? You elves should like it. If it were me, I'd definitely add tuna and tender beef; I'm not used to eating too much vegetarian food," Anthony greeted.

The best way to promote feelings is to have a meal. Didn't you see that after eating a dozen Life Fruits, An Bu Lu Si's loyalty to the Great Elf wavered? Since he wanted to protect this group of elves, gaining their favor as quickly as possible was the most important thing.

However, his casual greeting brought a huge shock to Kasang and the entire Zhi Ya tribe. Life Fruit? Cold salad vegetables? Tuna and tender beef?

Although they hadn't eaten it before, it sounded delicious. It should be better than that tender hemp that you spit out after chewing, right?

The elves of the Zhi Ya tribe were organized and had a meal together. The Forbidden Land elves like An Bu Lu Si also took the opportunity to have a meal of cold salad vegetables, except there were no Life Fruits in the Forbidden Land elves' portion.

While dining, the two groups of elves also exchanged recent news and also learned from the Forbidden Land elves keywords such as Kingdom of Gods, Envoy, Plane Elf, Commission, Rescue World Tree Elf, and so on.

News heard from the mouths of their own kind was definitely more credible than that spoken by outsiders like Ang. After a meal, they believed the identity Anthony fabricated 100%.

However, it wasn't really fabricated. The two World Trees were on Ang's shoulders, and he could just add a commission at any time. Would Gailade disagree? Does the Empress still want to be Empress or not?

After arranging the elves, Anthony found Ang: "Lord, I originally wanted to wait for our people to come before preparing, but if we want to protect these elves and this tender hemp, we need someone familiar with the situation here to lead the way. The elves say this might be the territory of the Purgatory Twins. Lord, summon the Little Demon King."

Ang nodded and sent a message to a lonely node in the soul network.

Not long after, a huge and ferocious figure slowly appeared in the distant void, drawing a blood-red trajectory and slowly moving towards this side.

"Hiss—is this the Little Demon King? What does he want to do? Why is he in combat form? Does he want to beat us up? His combat form is so huge, at least a hundred meters tall, right?" Negris said in surprise.

Anthony laughed: "He's showing off his strength to us. He was inexplicably branded with a soul brand by the Lord, so he must be unconvinced in his heart. He's taking this opportunity to show off his strength and increase his status and value. Unfortunately, his little thoughts are in vain."

While speaking, he glanced behind him. Ang was fiddling with the tender hemp there. He only looked up once, and seeing it was the Little Demon King, he ignored him and refocused his attention on the tender hemp.

The Purgatory Little Demon King approached in combat form, making the imps, who had originally huddled into a ball, excited, chattering and shrieking at the elves.

And the elves were also panicked. The devils they usually saw weren't like this. The usual devils were just humanoid creatures of normal size. What happened? Is it because these imps were caught that the devil is angry? Is the tribe going to be destroyed?

Just as the imps were excited and the elves were in despair, the Little Demon King slowly approached in combat form. After reaching a certain distance, he suddenly shrank and accelerated to rush towards the place where the two vine branches intersected. By the time he landed, he had already shrunk into a humanoid creature of normal size.

As soon as he landed, the bloody red mist immediately dispersed. Stimulated by the red mist, the imps shrieked with excitement, pointing and gesturing at Ang and the others, seemingly wanting the Little Demon King to avenge them.

A few impatient imps even held their hands out, lava fireballs condensing in their palms.

At this moment, the Little Demon King plopped down on one knee and shouted respectfully: "Purgatory Demon King, pays respects to my Lord Ang."

The imps who were gesturing with their fingers and impatiently condensing fireballs were all stunned in place, looking at the Little Demon King at a loss. Why does this plot feel a bit wrong? ===== CHAPTER 686 =====