Starting from primitive world, building the strongest divine kingdom - Chapter 140

Chapter 140: Various Unusual Activities
Though it was still spring, and typically the rain would be a light drizzle, the clouds gathered ominously in the sky, dark and threatening. Lightning lashed through the storm clouds, creating a fearful atmosphere.

This was no ordinary rain.It was a heavy downpour.

This was something that everyone could see.

Indeed, that was exactly the case. In no time, raindrops as small as a pinky finger began to pelt down from the sky, and the entire world was filled with a roaring sound. Many members of the tribe had to return to their homes.

At the Golden Lion Tribe, Priest Chloe’s face was stormy as he hissed.

“No!”

“This can’t be!”

“The Blood Moon Curse has failed, and I… can’t reach that great entity…”

Chloe felt a deep sense of anxiety, and this unsettling emotion caused his mind to become chaotic, leading him to kill several tribe members who came to him seeking discussion.

Among the reports was a missing tribesman who had come to report the disappearances.

Of course, the reporting tribe member could never have imagined that the missing tribe members had been sacrificed by Chloe.

After enduring a prolonged period of unease, Chloe’s mind finally returned to normal when a flash of lightning lit up the sky, accompanied by a deafening roar.

With a stoic expression, he set fire to the corpses in the wooden hut, reducing them to ashes.

Then, Chloe began to reflect deeply, muttering to himself, “The inability to contact Lord Dark likely means he’s encountered something preventing him from responding. For now, I must rely on myself. Since the Blood Moon Curse has failed, I’ll need to resort to other methods.”

With that thought, Chloe left the hut .

He walked into the torrential rain. As the raindrops approached him, they seemed to hit an invisible barrier and bounce away.

Soon, he arrived at another dungeon within the tribal camp.

The dungeon was very dimly lit. Despite the torches providing some light, it still appeared eerie, especially after Chloe entered. The prisoners in the dungeon, startled by the flickering flames, began to cry out, “Please, let me go! I’m willing to give up all my food, and I’ll even tell you the location of my tribe…”

Chloe found their pleas irritating.

So, his immense spiritual power transformed into a giant hand, directly crushing the heads of several prisoners.

Blood spurted and bones splattered.

The bloody scene caused the others to fall silent, fearing they might end up the same way.

Soon, Chloe stopped in front of a cell.

He beckoned to the prisoner inside, who hurriedly crawled over, kneeling in front of Chloe in fear. Trembling, he said, “Lord, I’ve truly confessed everything I know.”

Chloe asked, “You’re Crue, from the jungle?”

Crue nodded repeatedly, confused about Chloe’s presence.

He harbored anger and vowed to kill those who had captured him and their mastermind once he escaped.

However, Chloe’s next words drove him into despair.

Chloe smiled, but his grin was menacing. Under the torchlight, his shadow on the wall flickered and writhed, resembling a clawing demon.

He said, “I’m a priest of the Golden Lion Tribe. I’m here to ask for your help.”

Crue was stunned, realizing the man before him was a priest of the Golden Lion Tribe.

But that was the Golden Lion Tribe!

In the entire Barren Mountain region, they are among the top-tier tribes.

This made him anxious.

Despite his own intelligence and knowledge of unique rituals, he never expected to attract the attention of a Golden Lion Tribe priest.

He remembered being captured after mentioning the jungle.

Those people also inquired about Enzo’s information.

Enzo!

Crue immediately understood and couldn’t help but curse Enzo inwardly.

It must be that damned guy who got him targeted by the Golden Lion Tribe.

Crue was deeply regretful, regretting why he hadn’t just left the barren mountain area directly. But now it was too late for regret; all he could do was plead, “Lord Priest, Crue is willing to do anything for you!”

Chloe smiled and asked, “Even if it means death?”

Crue instinctively responded, “What?”

Unfortunately, he no longer had the chance to say another word.

Chloe’s immense psychic power formed a tentacle that directly attached itself to Crue’s forehead. Crue’s gaze gradually became vacant, then soon returned, but his eyes were now incredibly dull, as if he were a vegetative state with no self-awareness.

His consciousness was erased and replaced by Chloe’s own.

Mastering the priestly inheritance of psychic powers and secretly colluding with an evil entity like Dark Lord to acquire such knowledge made reading others’ memories and even controlling them a simple task for Chloe.

After reviewing Crue’s memories, Chloe frowned.

He murmured softly, “Enzo, this time, you have no chance to escape!”

With that, Chloe controlled Crue’s body and left the dark dungeon.

He then summoned Kade, the tribe’s battle leader, and instructed, “Kade, once the storm stops, assemble three thousand tribesmen for an expedition!”

Kade asked curiously, “Lord Priest, which tribe are we going to eliminate?”

Chloe replied, “The jungle, the Crimson Star Tribe.”

Kade was taken aback by these words.

The jungle?

What kind of place was that?

And the Crimson Star Tribe?

What kind of tribe was that?

He had never heard of these before. Could they be a newly risen powerful tribe?

Chloe didn’t elaborate, instead pointing to Crue and instructing Kade, “Crue will command this operation and have full decision-making authority. You, Kade, will be his deputy. Understood?”

Kade was unhappy.

He felt that this stranger had usurped his command.

However, he dared not show his discontent and could only nod, “Yes, Lord Priest.”

With that, Chloe dismissed Kade with a wave of his hand.

…

In the depths of Plata Plain, the area had become a haven for beasts. Countless creatures roamed the grasslands, and many powerful supernatural beings lay on the ground, letting the rain wash away the dust. However, some beasts trembled at the sound of thunder.

At that moment, a cry was heard.

The sound resembled a human baby’s cry but was distinctly different.

Hearing this cry, all the supernatural beings in Plata Plain stood up, shook off the rain, and headed towards the source of the sound.

A large number of supernatural creatures had already gathered there.

Not only that, but there were also beings.

Those were not human but beastfolk.

Leading them was a woman with no obvious beast features.

She was tall and extremely hot. The tiger skin made strapless breasts were difficult to restrain her huge twin peaks, revealing most of her snow-white and delicate breasts, especially the deep groove squeezed out, which was hard not to notice.

On his lower abdomen, there was a special symbol.

This symbol was also colorful, depicting what appeared to be a bird in flight. However, this bird had six pairs of wings growing from its back, making it extraordinarily unique.

As for the long, slender legs, they were also exposed.

They were smooth and delicate, yet well-defined with muscles, giving off a sense of rugged beauty.

However, all the supernatural beings and beastfolk had their attention focused not on the woman but on a giant broken egg in the center.

The egg had long been shattered.

The eggshells were scattered on the ground, and clear, viscous egg fluid was flowing out. Within the egg fluid sat a human infant, but the baby had a pair of horns growing from its head and a few greenish scales at the joints of its arms and legs.

Additionally, it had a tail covered in scales.

It was clear that this was a beastfolk infant.

Crack, crack…

At that moment, the beastfolk infant, just emerging from the egg, picked up the broken shell fragments and began to bite them. The hard shell posed no obstacle and was easily crushed.

As the shell was consumed, the infant’s aura rapidly grew stronger.

However, after eating a large piece, the beastfolk infant fell asleep.

Only then did the surrounding supernatural beings dare to breathe freely.

At the same time, a beastfolk approached the tall woman and asked, “Lord Audrey, what should we do next?”

Audrey responded calmly, “Of course, we need to ensure the prince grows up smoothly.”

“But…”

Another beastfolk hesitated, seeming to want to speak but feared something and did not dare to voice it.

Audrey’s expression darkened, and she scolded the beastfolk angrily, “The prince has the bloodline of a deity. Once he matures, we beastfolk will become the most powerful race in the world! This is the glory of the beastfolk!”

“I don’t care what you think, but from now on, you must bring back large numbers of humans every day. This is the food needed for the prince’s growth! If there’s not enough food, then you will become the food!”

These words struck fear into all the beastfolk and supernatural beings.

They dared not defy her.

Especially the beastfolk woman called Audrey, who emitted a strange cry, after which her form grew enormously.

It was a giant bird with rainbow-colored feathers and six wings growing from its back.

Audrey then soared into the sky.

As her wings flapped, the dark clouds over Plata Plain dissipated, revealing a blinding sunlight.

Yet, this sunlight was far from warm.