Chapter 1477: Chapter 645: Shocking Catastrophe! Strangling Nai Shu? (2)
All those present trembled upon hearing Lanling’s words.
Lanling said, “You would rather stand and die than kneel and live, and I truly admire that. I won’t kill you; I want to conquer you. I want you to willingly kneel before me and swear loyalty!”
As soon as these words were spoken, hundreds of thousands of the Black Demon Flag Army showed intense hostility in their eyes.
Without a doubt, they would absolutely not pledge allegiance to a lowly Near-Human Tribe member. Even in death, they would not kneel in loyalty.
Lanling proudly said, “I can see it in your eyes, but I want to ask: do you have the pride of a Centaur? Are you as powerful as the Centaur? They can swear loyalty to me, what about you?”
Lanling’s words had just fallen.
The entire Centaur Army knelt in unison, exclaiming, “Long live Your Majesty, long live, long long live!”
Lanling said, “I don’t want to tell you how the great Centaur Tribe swore loyalty to me? I also don’t wish to reveal what miracles I performed because Centaurs are Centaurs, and you… are merely you!”
Upon hearing these words, all the Centaurs arrogantly raised their heads.
Petty Rakshasa Tribe, you are not worthy to become the great Demon God’s people; you are only fit to be His Majesty’s slaves. We Centaurs are the mighty Whips of World Extinction.
“Soon, you will see that kneeling to me, swearing allegiance, is an unparalleled honor,” Lanling said slowly. “Soon, you will willingly kneel before me. I believe that day will come soon! But until that day arrives, we are still enemies. Where are all the chieftains of the Black Demon Flag? Stand out!”
In this great battle, out of more than 150 tribe chieftains of the Black Demon Flag, more than half died, leaving only eighty or ninety survivors.
Upon hearing Lanling’s command, the surviving chieftains shuddered involuntarily.
“I can let you return home, but…” said Lanling, “you chieftains and all Demonic Martial Grandmaster level experts must stay behind as my hostages!”
Lanling’s gaze swept across the hundreds of thousands of the Black Demon Flag Army like lightning, saying, “You are the strong of the Black Demon Flag, the backbone of all the Black Demon Flag Army. So I ask you, are you willing to sacrifice your freedom for the sake of the hundreds of thousands of troops and remain as my hostages?”
Lanling’s conditions were already quite straightforward.
He could set free these hundreds of thousands of defeated Black Demon Flag Army, even allowing them to return home. However, all tribe chieftains and all Demonic Martial Grandmaster level experts must stay behind.
Without question, Lanling was treacherous!
He kept these people for only one purpose: to extract their Bloodline Power and form a powerful Death Warrior Regiment.
The threshold for the Death Warrior Group is Demonic Martial Grandmaster!
In the Barbaric Wilderness, all powerful martial artists are courageous and fearless, those like Constantine are the minority.
Upon hearing Lanling’s words.
Immediately, one chieftain after another began to stand out, willing to exchange their freedom for the lives of their tribal soldiers.
“Chiyen, Chihuo, Xie Li, if any chieftain refuses to stand out, slaughter all of his tribe’s soldiers!” Lanling said.
“Yes!” The three Centaur warriors exclaimed.
With these words spoken, even the slightly cowardly tribe chieftains also gritted their teeth and stepped forward.
At this point, even someone as selfish and treacherous as Constantine could only stand out.
Standing out doesn’t necessarily mean death; it can earn a good reputation, gain gratitude from countless tribal soldiers and people. Not standing out certainly means death!
A quarter of an hour later!
Ninety tribe chieftains stepped forward.
Ninety-five Demonic Martial Grandmaster level experts stepped forward.
What a pity, there were originally 150 chieftains, and over a hundred Demonic Martial Grandmasters.
But these people were too courageous, taking the lead in battle, thus they were mostly killed by the Thirteen Death Warriors and Centaur warriors.
Nonetheless, a total of 185 Demonic Martial Grandmaster level experts was still an enormous harvest.
In this way, Lanling would have 200 Death Warriors!
Moreover, devouring their Bloodline Power would lead to unimaginable breakthroughs in strength! Absolutely inconceivable!
Lanling’s gaze showed nothing, but Gou Li looked at the chieftains and these Demonic Martial Grandmasters with an exceptionally sinister gaze.
Nai Shu fled frantically with dozens of trusted samurai!
He had no idea that Lanling wouldn’t chase him, at least now, wouldn’t kill him.
For now, Nai Shu alive is more useful than deceased.
Fleeing all the way to Black Demon City, heading toward the mountaintop castle.
In the past few hours, there was an earth-shaking roar more than 200 miles away, even Black Demon City vaguely heard it.
But no one cared; everyone thought it was Nai Shu’s million-strong army showing formidable power and annihilating Lanling’s forces.
As for Nai Shu losing?
Neither the Demon Banner Master nor anyone else in Black Demon City ever considered that.
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Lanling’s Flame Demon Tribe has a few insignificant entities, while Nai Shu has a million-strong army, 3,500 from the Sky Legion, and 2,000 Mammoth Army!
Even fighting blindfolded wouldn’t yield defeat.
The only outcome: overwhelming victory, exterminating the Flame Demon Tribe!
At this moment, seeing Prince Nai Shu rush into Black Demon City, everyone was astonished?
Did the battle end so quickly? Why did Nai Shu look so upset?