As Mata and her party were invited onto the island, their expressions began to grow solemn. In fact, even up to the moment of departure, less than half of the tribe supported this visit.

Most people, though silent, still found it hard to believe in the creatures of this world. They would rather rely on their own hands, live a miserable life, than risk their leader never returning.

Mata was well-loved among the tribe, possibly because of her astounding charm or perhaps her formidable personal prowess.

Of course.

If not for the severe food shortage, her prestige in the army might be even higher.

Since arriving in this unfamiliar world, the tribe’s casualty rate had reached staggering levels, dropping from an initial four hundred people to just over two hundred, with a third of the tribe having lost their precious lives for various reasons.

On the surface, she appeared to possess a beauty that could topple nations, with an allure akin to that of a High-level Enchanting Demon.

But if you looked closely.

Wood Elf.

Reputed to be the race closest to nature, they possessed stunning looks that could make one surrender to their beauty at a glance.

Mata’s background was a rather clichéd story.

An elf and a human fell in love, leading to her birth. Elves, as a race that valued lineage highly, considered this a disgrace, and the male human would be driven away while the elf was confined, weeping daily.

Young Mata grew up having never experienced parental love.

Although she was quite talented, even more so than ordinary elves, her lineage was an insurmountable chasm; she was destined to be looked down upon her entire life.

Even when exploring the newly-formed rift, her name appeared on the list.

Mata exhibited some leadership traits, just like now, where, despite the dire situation, she did not choose to give up but instead came to this place that filled countless tribesmen with fear and confusion—a human settlement.

She was curious about everything.

The human warships, special architecture, and those stick-like weapons held by humans.

Although astonished, Mata remained calm, but everything changed the moment she saw some horned and tailed creatures; her complexion instantly changed.

It was a woman in a red dress, with meager fabric on her legs that seemed as if a slight sway of her hips would reveal something enticing.

Desire Demon.

This was a pure Devil.

Possessing Fallen Angel bloodline, it was a mainstay of Bator Hell.

These Desire Demons were obsessed with leading mortals into depravity. Unlike the simple brutality of Demons, Devils placed more emphasis on spiritual corruption, brewing for a long time before finally reaping the harvest at the last moment.

"Look at what I found? A group of adorable Half-Elves, with adorable faces..."

The Desire Demon wore a charming smile, her full red lips parting slightly as she said, "The master of my master would like you pure little fellows."

Speaking thus, she extended her tongue to lightly lick her lips as though issuing a silent temptation.

Though Mata tried to maintain her composure, she was now frozen in shock.

What had she seen?

Devil!

It turned out to be a real Devil!

And what was even more terrifying was that although there was only one woman, there were a group of hideous creatures around her.

They had the unique features of Devils, with horns on their heads and tails on their backs. A group of little Devils flapped their wings as if transporting something, flying up and down constantly, each time laden with many items.

Devils.

In comparison, these cruel beings were terrifying adversaries for the peace-loving Elves, for whom there was nothing scarier than Demons and Devils.

Mata had never actually seen a Devil, but the tribe’s books recorded the true features of Devils.

She did not expect.

That she would witness the common enemy of all Dimensions in this situation!

For any Dimension, Devils were a taboo word, but now, she was so close to this legendary creature.

The Desire Demon tilted her head, gazing at Mata with shimmering eyes. As the most enticing Devil of Bator Hell, her charm exempted not even females. She chuckled softly, "A group of playthings."

The Desire Demon extended her tongue and licked her lips, with a strange smile appearing on her enchanting face, causing Mata to shudder slightly before turning to look at her with an icy glare.

Devils love to toy with minds.

They would never be as straightforward and brutal as Demons; just a few simple words caused Mata’s heart to feel deeply pressured.

As loyal followers of the Inferior Demon, these creatures have always followed them. Today, as the leader of the Devil squad, the Desire Demon was ordering the little Devils to work, and encountering the Half-Elves was merely a coincidence.

The Desire Demon smelled the scent of purity on these Half-Elves.

For a Desire Demon, that was like opium, unable to control their actions at all.

Although the Inferior Demon was frightening, and the master of the master didn’t like subordinates who broke the rules either, the Desire Demon inadvertently caused some disarray among the Half-Elves with her words.

Devils are adept at applying pressure through words.

In contrast to Demons, their intellect was certainly competent.

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If encountering the Desire Demon dampened Mata’s mood, then after seeing Goblins and Naga, her expression could only be described as shocked.

Aside from the Natives, in fact, Mata was not unfamiliar with the other two types of creatures.

Vile Goblins and cunning Naga were difficult opponents even in the world she previously lived in.

Especially Goblins.

These cowardly and vile creatures would often attack lone tribespeople. However, the treatment of males and females was vastly different; the former were usually killed and made into exotic dishes, while the latter were bullied by high-ranking Goblins until they lost value and became food on the table.

Now, in contrast to the Goblins memorized from memory, they were wearing fitting clothes, sitting at a nearby dining table enjoying food.

The most astounding sight was the two Ogre bound like laborers not far from the Goblins.

Mata felt as though her steps were heavy, and a question surfaced in her mind: Is this truly a camp ruled by humans?

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