I, the All-Class Magus, All My Awakening Skills are LvMax - Chapter 394

Chapter 394: Chapter394-Negotiations
Upon hearing the man’s words, the people inside instantly widened their eyes in disbelief.

“How is that possible, Huo, are you out of your mind?”

One of them yelled, beckoning them over, then caught a glimpse of John standing atop the serpent, his eyes filled with terror.

“This man, he controls the beasts; he must be a demon!”

These words made me hesitant, but then I remembered everything John had shown us before, and my expression solidified.

“No, the Messenger would never harm us; he even had the beast carry us all the way back here, and we weren’t hurt at all.”

The other natives also jumped down from the serpent excitedly and approached the tribe’s gate.

Seeing their brethren so ready for battle wounded their expressions.

“Believe me, we really have found the messenger of the gods, there’s no mistake!”

At that moment, John slowly maneuvered the serpent a few steps forward, which immediately drew a look of terror from the people inside.

They aimed their weapons at John, ready to attack if he took even one more step forward.

John had been silent until now, his attention fixed on the people within the tribe.

He was deeply curious; since these people knew of beasts, it implied they must have had encounters with them, perhaps even fought and slain some.

But he had noticed something crucial—there was no trace of magical energy fluctuation, just the presence of ordinary people.

How could they possibly defeat magical beasts?

When he arrived at the entrance of the tribe, he finally understood what was happening.

The tribe’s energy derived from their inscriptions.

Their weapons were etched with subtle inscriptions, which were the source of special energy fluctuations.

Back in the cave, perhaps the cave’s inherent inscriptions had caused some confusion, eluding John’s notice.

Now, at the tribe’s entrance, the various inscriptions on the people’s bodies became much clearer.

The intricate traces on their weapons seemed to be the source of their special powers.

At the same time, John also sensed hostility from one individual clad in black animal skin.

This person was different from the others, whose weapons bore only some runes.

This individual’s face was also marked with intricate runes, and the vine-wrapped stick he held appeared to be a specially crafted staff.

John glanced at the map and noticed two small blue dots representing his teammates within the tribe.

He breathed a sigh of relief, at least now he could find his two teammates.

Although he didn’t know who they were, it was definitely beneficial for him.

John took a step forward, while the natives quickly retreated back into the tribe.

The few who had jumped off the serpent faced a barrage of questions from the others, curious about what it felt like to ride a serpent back home.

Initially, they were excitedly sharing their experience, but soon they noticed something amiss.

They saw that the air around the High Priest seemed to grow increasingly tense, and even the chieftain’s expression by his side was turning sour.

The speaker suddenly fell silent, and they all stood quietly, waiting for the impending interaction between John and the High Priest.

The others looked at John with curious eyes, but only those few natives felt more exhilarated and expectant.

Knowing John’s identity made them feel more honored because having frequent contact with the messenger of the gods meant they could ascend to greater heights.

John could clearly sense the High Priest’s strong hostility towards him.

The High Priest took a step forward, and the chieftain beside him seemed worried, but a slight shake of the head from the High Priest stopped him.

“Who are you? Where do you come from?”

The High Priest asked in a resonant voice, clearly feeling the increasingly frequent energy fluctuations in the air.

Meanwhile, the other natives, upon hearing his voice, couldn’t help but show an expression of reverence on their faces.

This was their High Priest! Endowed with divine power, they were the children of the gods!

John, as before, directly used his Fireball and Brilliance spells.

Among the crowd, the massive orbs of light and fire floated into the air, seemingly very obedient to John’s commands.

Even other members of the tribe instantly showed astonishment in their eyes.

They all wondered, could he really be a messenger of the gods?

Otherwise, how could he so effortlessly control such miraculous powers?

They knew that only the High Priest could handle fire, and obtaining even a small flame had been a great challenge.

Only after the High Priest communicated with the gods could they be granted fire and warmth.

But now, to see such magical powers so easily wielded by this man was truly incredible.

When the High Priest saw John’s display, his pupils dilated sharply, and he spoke to John in a different tone.

“Who are you? From where do you inherit your power?”

Thanks to the translation system, John could understand him.

However, to the others, it appeared as if the High Priest was using the language of the gods to communicate with the divine messenger.

Even without the translator, John would have understood; the language was a dialect from the southern Min region on Blue Star…

John’s expression turned peculiar upon hearing this language.

To be honest, he initially thought he had misheard.

“I am here to help you win the upcoming tribal war,” John responded openly without reservation.

A curious expression crossed the High Priest’s face, then he looked at John with a different kind of gleam in his eyes.

“So, who exactly are you?”

The priest’s grip tightened around his staff, and John could distinctly feel a flow of energy continuously circulating through it.

“I’ve told you, I’m here to help you. You don’t need to worry further; I certainly won’t harm you,” John said, his tone calm as he stood quietly in place.

He had noticed that the two small blue dots representing his teammates in the tribe were gradually getting closer.

He scanned the people in the groups quietly, yet he couldn’t find anyone resembling his teammates.

Silver Tear and Dark Fox were unmistakable, and Vincent, with his distinctive height and face, was nowhere to be seen—a fact John found utterly absurd.

Could it be that they were all hiding?

But he could see that the blue dot was moving.

John kept his suspicions to himself, maintaining a composed exterior while carefully observing everything around him.

What was most troubling was the absence of familiar energy fluctuations, meaning he couldn’t differentiate his teammates from the natives using magical power or psychic senses.

“How am I supposed to believe you?” the High Priest challenged.

John’s lips curled into a slight smile, and he replied cheerily, “Because I can control the beasts you speak of.”