Grimm's Skull Tribe was only one of the lowest tribes among the thousands of tribes served by the Spirit Devourer Balrog.
According to these Piguans, the entire Evil God Paradise had more than ten big and small Evil Gods, and it was the strongest world among the dozens of nearby worlds. Outside the vast territory controlled by the Spirit Devourer Balrog, there were three Evil Gods: Evil-Skinned Ghost, Cyclops Troll King, and Sun God Amkais.
"Under the long-term coverage of the Skynet, the power of the world will be gradually destroyed by a kind of waste pollution, losing the ability to give birth to a World Guardian. This is even more extinct than the Sorcerer's Will."
After Grimm rolled up the precious sheepskin map in his hand, with a thought, Little Eight appeared on his shoulder. With a drooping face, she said in a strange tone, "What!?"
This guy was still angry about what happened a few days ago.
"Okay, okay, this is my new palace. Play around."
After slightly coaxing this guy, the spider lilies behind him saw that Little Eight was very fond of this lively and beautiful little creature, and their bright eyes twitched.
Little Eight drooped her eyelids and glanced at this artistic palace, and she snorted, "Hmph, don't think that I will forget what happened a few days ago!"
Then, Little Eight looked at the spider lilies and asked, "Who is this?"
Knock! Knock! Knock!
There was a knock on the door, and under Grimm's signal, seven tribal elders walked in. They were all between Rank 1 and Rank 2, and they looked dignified, completely different from the dirty and messy Piguans. When they saw Little Eight on Grimm's shoulder and the spider lilies behind him, they were stunned for a moment.
Grimm sat lazily on the stone chair, crossed his legs, and pointed at the spider lilies behind him with his sharp black nails. He said matter-of-factly, "I want this elf."
Hua!
This time, the few Piguans were in an uproar, and their expressions changed.
"Chief, absolutely not. The Flame Demon Attendants have already recorded the tributes. This elf is worth half of the tribe's tributes. I don't agree."
"My Lord, if you want to eat them, you can temporarily change your taste. Once the Gate of the Full Moon follows the Spirit Devourer Fiery Devil to the Red Spider Lily World, you can eat as many of these elves as you want."
"If you need young and beautiful girls to serve you, sir, we can forcibly recruit them from the tribe. There's no need to waste energy on these lowly and dirty foreign elves …"
"You bastard, I want to challenge you!"
Bang!
The challenge elder was slapped out of the hall with a stick, and the wail of the broken thigh bone spread throughout the tribe. Grimm pulled behind him and pulled the screaming spider lily elf onto his body. The tall, fair-skinned elf suddenly sat in the arms of Grimm's Piguet, allowing Grimm to play with her wantonly.
"This King likes this elf, so what!?"
Little Eight suddenly became spirited. She squinted her small eyes and laughed evilly. No one knew what she was thinking.
The elders looked at each other, and no one said anything in the end. After discussing with Grimm for a while, they decided to use the other wealth of the tribe to replace the Red Spider Lily Sprite as an offering. After that, they left with an absurd look on their faces.
When there was no one in the room, the spider lily elf quickly escaped from Grimm's arms. Her cheeks were flushed, and she covered her breasts with both hands. Her breathing was erratic, and she glared at Little Eight. After a while, she barely managed to control her strange emotions.
"Wahahaha, come, come, let me, Lord Ba, have some fun."
Grimm glared at Little Eight. "If you keep making trouble, I'll tell Ye Ye, hehe."
… …
One month later.
As the chief of the Skull Tribe, Grimm led the long procession of Piguet beasts to Black Rock Mountain.
Pa, pa, pa. The whips lashed on the thick leather of the Iron-Skinned Bull, driving these clumsy and lazy monsters with boundless strength to pull the wooden cart. Together with the other Spirit Devouring Flame Devils and Mi Tribe Chieftains, the procession stretched as far as the eye could see.
"Idiots, hurry up. Any tribe that fails to offer enough tribute to the Lord Balrog Spirit Devourer within the stipulated time will lose the right to enter the full moon gate."
A dark shadow flew across the sky.
Grimm, who was being respectfully served by the spider lily elf on the wooden carriage, looked up.
This shadow was a huge flame that was more than ten meters tall. It was invisible and formless, and it was surrounded by a layer of negative energy after the burning of resentful souls. It flashed a hundred meters above the caravan. It was a rather rare form of fire elemental life.
"Hahaha, it seems that this should be the race of the Balrog Spirit Devourer, and also its original form."
Little Eight was already used to this rare elemental life form. Who knew how many of these rare life forms had been inadvertently destroyed by the ancient wizards in their long campaigns.
Grimm swirled the blood in the experimental beaker and said to the Red Spider Lilies behind him, "How unfortunate. It seems that this race is highly immune to the Death of Another Creature in your body. Even if you were eaten by that Spirit Devourer Fiery Demon, it would not be able to delay the Full Moon Gate."
…
At the peak of the Black Rock Mountain, the crater of the volcano emitted endless black smoke, blocking the sunlight from the sky. It was somewhat similar to the time of the Amonros.
It was this black smoke that was affecting the crescent moon in the Evil God Paradise.
On both sides of the majestic tall palace, there were more than ten level-three Flame Demons guarding it. The leaders of the Pigeon Wolf Tribe lowered their heads and walked into the hall that was made up of countless skeletons and resentful souls. "Wu Wu Wu Wu" sounds resounded throughout the hall.
On the high seat of the hall stood an altar, and on top of it stood a level-three peak Flame Demon. Its body was surrounded by black smoke that merged with the aura of the entire hall. It was extremely terrifying. "Hahahaha!" It laughed loudly as it supervised cart after cart of energy crystals being pushed into the crater of the Black Rock Volcano.
It was bustling with activity as thousands of Pigeon Leaders gathered in the great hall. Each Pigeon Leader had tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even millions of followers. The weakest among them was a Level-level existence like the Pigeon Leader that Grimm was disguised as. There were also quite a number of Level-3 creatures.
Big mouthfuls of meat, big bowls of wine, it was very noisy and messy.
"Why aren't you eating?"
Little Eight, who was enjoying the barbecued meat on a huge tray on the table, raised her head and looked at the pale Red Spider Lilies Elf.
"Will you eat your own kind?"
The Red Spider Lilies Elf clenched her teeth tightly.
Grimm was sitting indifferently, curiously observing the palace of skeletons. Suddenly, an eyeball rolled over from beside his feet. Then, a level-three Pigeon Wolf with a machete grinned at Grimm. "Let me play with your attendant."
Glenn, who was carefully observing the strange palace, lowered his head and looked at the eyeball at his feet. Then he looked at the Level-3 Pigeon Wolf who was grinning at him. He sneered and stretched out his palm.
A wave of repulsion.
Bang!
The level-three Pigeon Wolf flew back a few hundred meters in disbelief and landed at the feet of the level-three peak Flame Demon on the high altar in the hall.
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