Heroes' Prison-Chapter 1087 - 1031: All Sides Gather
"Oh! So that’s the reason!" the Youth with Middle School Syndrome exclaimed, "I thought it was because I defeated a level 79 super strong Demon Clan last week and finally got the attention of you Guild higher-ups!"
Huang Yi listened to the Youth with Middle School Syndrome and smiled knowingly. This young man seemed to have a bit of a middle school syndrome aura, just like his name suggested.
"Could you tell us how you had an encounter with the Insect Race back then?" Huang Yi slowed down his flying speed, flying shoulder to shoulder with the Youth with Middle School Syndrome.
The Youth with Middle School Syndrome pursed his lips and said, "It was about a year ago! I discovered a dilapidated altar in some Ancient Ruins and finally activated it after offering a load of sacrifices. I initially thought the altar might bring down a piece of Legendary Equipment, but instead, it just summoned an Insect Race beast, and it even stung me. Later, I found I gained some abilities from the Insect Race and developed some characteristics of them, like these wings, but overall, my Insect Race abilities haven’t been much help."
Huang Yi turned and looked at the Youth with Middle School Syndrome’s wings, which indeed were unlike usual wings. Regular wings were either like the Blood Clan’s fleshy wings or the feathered wings of birds, yet the young man’s were membranous wings like an insect’s, split into front and back wings, flapping at a fast frequency, dozens of times per second, so fast you couldn’t even see them clearly.
"In the past, your Insect Race abilities might not have been of much use, but this time, they’ll definitely shine brightly!" Huang Yi reassured.
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Meanwhile, within the Blood Moon Continent, a Demon Clan unit was driving a group of slaves through a muddy Crimson Swamp.
The group of slaves was clad in tattered clothing, weariness etched across their faces, bodies covered in wounds, trudging forward with great effort, each step draining every bit of their strength. Any slight delay meant they’d be brutally whipped by patrolling Demon Clan members.
Among them, occasionally, some slaves would collapse into the swamp, too exhausted to continue, never rising again.
Originally, they were small Races on the Blood Moon Continent, under the rule of the Blood Clan. But after the Demon Clan’s arrival, even the strongest Blood Clan surrendered, and these small Races held no value for surrender, becoming Demon Clan slaves directly.
"You lowly slaves, move faster! As soon as you finish building the beehive, you’ll be able to rest!" A Pain Acolyte dressed in a black monk’s robe flew overhead, swinging a whip, cracking the air with loud ’pops’, shouting harshly down at the slaves.
Beside the Pain Acolyte, a giant bee was flying, with a one-meter-long tail sting, sharp and menacing. Its compound eyes were coldly watching the captives below.
"Too slow! Too slow!" Suddenly, the giant bee rasped, turning to look at the Pain Acolyte beside it, "Her Majesty the Queen of Agony is waiting for us to brew the Divine Nectar, and you haven’t even built the beehive yet. If Her Majesty blames us, we’re all dead!"
The Pain Acolyte glanced at the bee insect, frowning slightly, and replied coldly, "We, the Demon Clan, don’t need you insects to tell us what to do. The Seven Archdemons are busy with the enthronement of three new archdemons; the Queen of Agony has no time for you. Why are you in such a hurry?"
"Hmph!" The bee insect snorted coldly, staring at the Pain Acolyte, emanating a powerful aura.
The Pain Acolyte gripped his whip tightly, returning the stare at the bee insect without backing down, beginning to gather dense demonic qi in his hand.
The atmosphere instantly grew tense, with neither the Pain Acolyte nor the bee insect backing down, seemingly on the verge of a fight.
"Let’s talk things over, no need for hostility! We’re all working for the Seven Archdemons, no need for internal disputes." At this moment, a Blood Clan expert nearby immediately attempted to mediate with a smile.
"You lowly Blood Clan, dare to meddle in my affairs, seeking death?" The Pain Acolyte instantly became furious, lashing out at the Blood Clan expert with his whip, leaving a deep blood mark.
"Ah!" The vampire let out a cry of anguish, clutching the wound inflicted by the whip tightly, trembling as he withdrew to the side, humbly lowering his head, no longer daring to speak.
"Even though you vampires have pledged allegiance to our Demon Clan, don’t think you are equal to us. Do not interrupt when we are speaking!" The Pain Acolyte glared at the vampire, leaving him with these words before immediately driving the crowd of slaves on the ground ahead.
The vampire then raised his head, watching the distant figure of the Demon Clan expert, a hint of malice flickering in his eyes.
At this moment, no one noticed a few figures hiding not far away in the swamp forest, peeking covertly from behind the lush leaves.
These figures had upper bodies that looked human, but their lower halves were enormous snake tails covered with scales of various colors.
The surrounding swamp mud still bore the winding trails of their serpentine crawl.
Just now, the conflict between the Pain Acolyte, Bee Insect, and the Blood Clan was all spied upon by them.
At this time, a person with green snake scales turned his head to look at the others and said softly, "The Demon Clan, Bee Insect, and Blood Clan are all working for The Seven Archdemons, but they seem to have a less than harmonious relationship. It’s perfect for us to steal the Divine Nectar of the Insect Race."
"Indeed!" An elder with red snake scales nodded, twisting his serpent tail urgently, "We’ve gone to great lengths to track these Bee Insects to The Second World just to steal their Divine Nectar and offer it to our beautiful Chieftain Medusa the Gorgon to heal her wounds. We must act carefully; it’s said The Second World has birthed an extraordinarily powerful Heaven-Sent Man named God of Slaughter. The sensational Demigod-Level Heavenly Phenomenon recently was caused by him, and at that time he had only just advanced to the Heavenly Domain Level, yet triggered a Divine-Level Phenomenon — enough to show God of Slaughter’s potential for Divine Enthronement. We must be cautious; whether discovered by the Demon Clan and Bee Insects or by God of Slaughter, we’ll face huge trouble. We Nagas fear no one in the First World, but here in The Second World, we must keep a low profile."
"I really don’t understand—why would such a powerful Gorgon Chieftain be injured? Who could have done it?" At this moment, a younger Naga suddenly asked.
The elder with red scales had a grim expression and nodded, "From what I’ve heard from above, it should be a Nasha!"
"What? Nasha?" The young man exclaimed in a whisper.
The other Nagas also turned to stare in astonishment at the elder Hong Lin.
"Wasn’t Nasha already extinct? How has it reappeared?!" A Naga with half a serpent tail missing widened his eyes, swallowing nervously before asking.
"I’m not really sure of the specifics, just the general idea," Elder Hong Lin shook his head, "Not long ago, a Nasha suddenly visited our Naga Tribe’s sacred land, meeting with our Chieftain Medusa. It intended to subjugate the Naga Tribe. Although some ancient Nasha blood flows through us, that was several eras ago, and we’ve long since become an independent race. The Chieftain refused the Nasha’s insolent demands, and the Nasha was enraged, launching a surprise attack on the Chieftain. It was overwhelmingly strong, and even when injured, the Chieftain couldn’t overcome it. Later, it was only after those demigod elders joined forces to repel the Nasha. It was around that time that we received news of a Bee Insect infiltrating The Second World to brew Divine Nectar for the Pain Queen of the Demon Clan. Divine Nectar is the best healing Divine Object in the universe, which led the higher-ups to assign me to bring a few of you here to steal the Divine Nectar and heal the Chieftain."
"This news is too shocking!" The young Naga’s expression tightened as he mumbled, "For several eras, we Nagas have searched the First World without finding Nasha. How did this suddenly emerging Nasha come to be?"
"That’s unknown!" Elder Hong Lin shook his head in sigh, "But some demigod elders revealed that during their clash with the Nasha, they sensed traces of The Second World’s presence from it, suggesting the Nasha might have been in The Second World before."
"Related to The Second World again!" The Naga with green scales sighed, "Recently, the Barbarian God Temple’s avatar issued oracles to all races, saying the Dean of Oskan Royal Academy from The Second World was monitored visiting the First World and was declared the world’s top dangerous figure. But afterward, that Dean didn’t destroy anything in our world, so the matter was left unresolved."
"In recent years, The Second World has indeed developed too rapidly, not only having virtual god experts like their Dean but also promising talents like God of Slaughter. If this continues, The Second World may surpass the First World in rankings to become the strongest world in the universe," Elder Hong Lin spoke ominously with a sinister smile, "Just in time, I brought a drop of snake poison personally bestowed to me by Chieftain Medusa. This snake poison is left by Nasha’s Divine Enthroner—the Death Dragon Demon Qi Xiao Yue from the Eternal Ancient Era, colorless, tasteless, extremely difficult to detect, yet capable of killing demigod experts. Originally, this drop of snake poison was meant for stealing the Divine Nectar, to deal with demigod experts of the Demon Clan. But now, seeing that relations between the Demon Clan and Insect Race aren’t cordial, we may not need to use this drop of snake poison and might still be able to steal the Divine Nectar. By then, we shall use this drop of snake poison to infiltrate within Hero Empire and strangle God of Slaughter, a promising talent at the cradle!"
