Starting from primitive world, building the strongest divine kingdom - Chapter 126

Chapter 126: The Contaminated Soul Seed
“Priest Chloe, I want to withdraw from the candidacy for priest of the Golden Lion Tribe.”

In the wooden hut, Freya spoke calmly.

This statement shocked and enraged Priest Chloe immensely. Thinking he misheard, he demanded, “Freya, say that again. What do you mean?”

Freya’s voice remained firm as she repeated, “Priest Chloe, I want to withdraw from the candidacy for priest of the Golden Lion Tribe and become an ordinary member.”

“Fine, fine, fine!”

Chloe chuckled in disbelief.

Pointing at Freya, shaking with anger, he rebuked, “Freya, do you realize what you’re saying? You want to withdraw from the candidacy for priest! Are you trying to abandon the tribe? Is the Golden Lion Tribe something you despise in your heart?”

“Yes!”

Freya’s resolute reply cut off Chloe’s questioning. She continued, “Ever since my talents were revealed, I’ve been required to study various inheritances and compete with other candidates. I thought it was the greatest honor, but now I see it’s meaningless. One person’s strength can shelter the tribe, but it can’t elevate the tribe as a whole.”

“So, I want to withdraw from the candidacy for priest.”

“Even if I don’t serve as a priest, I can still help the tribe become stronger!”

Chloe fell silent for a moment.

He asked, “Freya, tell me, is this truly what you want?”

Freya nodded.

Chloe suddenly smiled, his aged and fierce visage softening. There was a faint glint in his eyes as he asked, “Why do you feel this way?”

Freya began, “It’s because of Enzo—”

But in the next instant, Freya snapped back to awareness, her face ice-cold.

She looked at Chloe and demanded, “Did you use mind control on me?!”

“Priest Chloe, what’s wrong with dealing with traitors? And who is Enzo anyway?”

Freya remained silent.

Chloe didn’t press further and refrained from using mind control. It would be difficult to succeed in such an attempt without Freya being unprepared.

As for Enzo’s identity, he could investigate that himself.

After ordering Freya to be locked in the dungeon, Chloe’s gaze turned sinister. He walked to the side of the wooden hut and opened a hidden door on the floor, disappearing inside.

Below the hidden door was a basement.

The basement was spacious, lit brightly by torches mounted on the walls. Chloe moved to the center where a long table stood, covered with a cloth that seemed to conceal something underneath.

Chloe lifted the cloth.

Beneath it lay five bodies.

If Freya had been present, she would have recognized these as the bodies of previous priest candidates who had died. Chloe muttered to himself, “Did Freya suspect something, or did she grow tired and want to withdraw from the candidacy…”

…

The Crimson Star Tribe.

Second-floor small bamboo lodge.

As the sun rose, its rays bathed the earth, illuminating the bamboo lodge brightly.

Tia opened her eyes, wanting to sit up, but realized her body was wrapped in Enzo’s embrace, and they were all completely naked. Not just her, but Amy and Clara as well. Enzo seemed still asleep.

Realizing this, Tia suddenly had a bold idea.

She slowly sat up.

Afterwards, cautiously extending her hand, Tia gently rubbed Enzo’s penis. This action instantly woke Enzo up, prompting Tia to urgently signal him not to make a sound.

“Tia, what are you doing?”

Enzo whispered softly.

With a face full of resentment, Tia replied, “Lord Enzo, I still want it.”

This statement left Enzo unable to refuse.

Even if he did, Tia wouldn’t accept it.

Meanwhile, Tia’s small hands were moving about, her gaze alluring. The pink and tender cherries on the breasts stand upright even more, tempting anyone to taste their deliciousness.

Enzo could only sit up gently.

Then he got out of bed. Enzo lifted Tia, draping a beast-hide coat over her, and said, “Tia, we’re going somewhere.”

“Where to?” Tia asked curiously.

Enzo smiled, “You’ll see when we get there.”

With that, he carried Tia and leaped out of the window. Instead of plummeting to the ground, a pair of black wings materialized behind Enzo, lifting them skyward, swiftly disappearing from the Crimson Star Tribe camp.

In moments, they arrived at a small pool.

“It’s here!”

Tia exclaimed in surprise.

This secluded pool nestled in a valley outside the original Crimson Star Tribe camp held special significance for Tia. It was where, initially inexperienced, she would pull Enzo into one sexual intercourse after another upon bringing him back from boars’ territory.

This was their cleansing spot, bearing scars of past battles.

As Tia reminisced, memories of her former self surged.

That ignited a fiery passion within her.

She tore off the beast-hide coat, turned away from Enzo, legs slightly apart, hands on the rocks by the pool, and urged, “Lord Enzo, come on, I can’t wait any longer!”

Enzo reached out and touched Tia between her legs, and Vagina’s entrance was already wet.

So Enzo’s penis thrust forward.

“Oh!”

Tia moaned and bent her waist slightly downwards, making her plump buttocks even more perky and deepening Enzo’s penis.

Then Enzo began to collide.

Every impact greatly satisfies Tia.

When Enzo shot the hot liquid into her body, Tia’s body trembled as well.

However, Tia is not satisfied.

She wants more.

So she had Enzo sit on a stone, while she knelt between Enzo’s legs, opening her small mouth and sucking on the hot penis.

This service pleased Enzo greatly.

And they repeated it several times. Tia still seemed unsatisfied afterwards. Once cleaned up, she allowed Enzo to hold her again, and they flew back to the Crimson Star Tribe camp, entering their bamboo hut through the window.

However, Amy and Clara had already woken up.

They looked disapprovingly at Enzo and Tia, clearly unhappy about their clandestine activities.

Fortunately, after discussion, the three women established how Enzo would allocate his nights, resolving the issue.

Of course, this left Enzo speechless.

After all, he was perfectly capable of dealing with this.

After discussing these trivial matters, Clara curiously asked, “Lord Enzo, you just flew back with wings on your back…”

Enzo was prepared for this.

He placed his hand on Clara’s forehead and imparted the practice of Black Feather to her.

Similarly, Amy and Tia were also taught.

Upon learning the details, all three women were extremely astonished, unable to help but exclaim, “There’s such a miraculous supernatural ability.”

Black Feather, however, wasn’t a supernatural ability in the traditional sense.

Enzo preferred to call it magic.

Unlike supernatural abilities that typically require priestly inheritance or other stringent forms to control, Black Feather merely required the use of feathers from birds and a simple Ritual to manifest black wings through one’s own supernatural power.

It was a highly versatile supernatural ability.

Thus, Enzo cautioned, “The existence of Black Feather can be shared with others, but those individuals must demonstrate sufficient loyalty to the tribe.”

Clara and the others nodded in understanding.

They knew the importance of this.

After learning about Black Feather, Amy, Tia, and Clara became engrossed and couldn’t resist attempting to practice it. After all, the sky was a temptation for any creature on the ground.

Thanks to this, Enzo had some solitary time.

He summoned the totem, the Ring of the World.

On the Ring of the World, several patterns became clearer, seemingly enhanced with additional capabilities.

Studying it carefully, Enzo muttered to himself, “Why does it feel like the Ring of the World has grown larger.”

It wasn’t an illusion.

When first manifested, the Ring of the World had been the size of Enzo’s palm, but now it was nearly the size of his head. This was its original size, not influenced by Enzo’s control.

Nonetheless, it was a positive development, one that Enzo didn’t pay much mind to.

Next, he gazed into the center of the Ring of the World.

In the center where there should have been emptiness, there was now a tangled ball of black threads. These threads writhed and twisted incessantly, forming an incredibly grotesque appearance.

Enzo gently touched the black threads.

They seemed to come alive, swiftly wrapping around Enzo’s fingers, only to be suppressed by the power of the Ring of the World.

“These black threads must be the power contaminating the soul seed. They don’t seem strong, considering Nellies can survive under their parasitic influence.”

Enzo analyzed, continuing, “We need to find a way to separate these threads from the soul seed.”

There was an idea forming.

Enzo called for someone to fetch a mouse, plenty of which scurried around the warehouse.

Then he placed the contaminated soul seed near the mouse.

The black threads on the soul seed quickly squirmed and entered the mouse’s body at an alarming rate.

However, the mouse showed no immediate signs of distress.

Enzo decided to observe further.

Eventually, the black threads detached themselves, revealing the true form of the soul seed—a simple seed. With Enzo’s infusion of power, the soul seed radiated with light.

Enzo’s consciousness was suddenly drawn in.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a quaint room adorned with several bookshelves and long tables cluttered with various items.

At that moment, a voice spoke up.

It was hoarse and somewhat robotic: “Welcome to Mina’s Potion Hut.”