Once upon a time there was a greedy snake

"I do need to go to the other side of the Great Snow Mountain, but I don't plan to take you with me, no matter how much you want to fight your way there..."

Upon hearing this, these so-called Katan people immediately understood their fate. They roared in despair and launched every attack they could against the one-armed figure in front of them.

But it makes no sense.

The old figure simply patted his chest, and the raging flames burned everyone to death.

In just one day, the Thirty-Sixth Akakage quelled the chaos that had almost driven him to his death, at the cost of his left arm and a full third of the Ignivas.

If this had happened in the past, with so many people dying, he would probably have just felt like the sky had fallen.

But now, with all the problems solved, the Thirty-Sixth Akakage felt incredibly relaxed.

He even had a vague feeling that he was now truly on the right path.

It wasn't something the Ignivas themselves had researched; it was something real, something that could even be called "divine mandate."

This is the path he should take, this is what he should do.

As the strongest warrior and the most powerful mage, this was the only thing he should do.

"Then……"

The Thirty-Sixth Generation Akakage's gaze was fixed on the distant snow-capped mountains.

The Hengnu people on the other side of the snowy mountain may have been a major threat to him in the past, but now that he understands everything, this is just a small matter and is not worth his attention at all.

What he has to do is something much more difficult.

According to the Snake God, there are some mammoths on the Great Snow Mountain, but saber-toothed tigers are not found even on the Great Snow Mountain.

"Since you can produce gold and jewels..."

"Then you can definitely bring out the saber-toothed tiger, right?"

Chapter 109 The Destroyer of Fate

Seven days later, the capital of the Hennu people, Deshi City.

Unlike the Ignivas, whose cities included many ordinary people within their walls until the city was full before expanding beyond, the Hennu cities clearly did not include ordinary people—even though the magnificent city was so large, only Hennu priests were qualified to enter it.

This is because the city is a sanctuary dedicated to Dehennu, the god of the sacred cow.

Rather than a city, it was more like a temple; this was the Des City of the Hennus.

When the messenger arrived in haste, the Hennu monks were gathered together discussing the matter of sending the three demon gods to the other side of the Great Snow Mountain. After all, according to the message brought back by the delegation, the ancient serpent on the other side of the Great Snow Mountain, as well as those monkey-like beings known as the Ignivas, were extremely evil.

Since it is evil, we must strike hard. Three equally evil and terrifying demon gods are enough to completely destroy it.

After the evil is destroyed, the Hennu will migrate there and take over everything in that land.

Of course, the idea is good. If everything goes according to plan, the Hennu will ultimately gain everything. After all, no matter how powerful the three demon gods are, it is only reflected in their combat. As for how to manage the land, they are far from having the wisdom of the Hennu, which comes from the sacred bull god Dehennu.

But here's the problem: things don't always go exactly as they plan.

"What if those three demon gods hadn't been able to kill that ancient serpent?"

During this time, many monks had this question in their minds. After all, if the three demon gods had really won, they should have known by now. But now, the three demon gods had not sent back any news after setting off, which made them worried.

However, only the young monks would have such concerns.

As for the elderly minotaurs, they had no such worries at all.

"Because no matter how you look at it, it's a good thing."

Seeing that the young monks still had doubts, the old minotaurs patiently explained once again.

"If the three demon gods kill the ancient serpent, that would naturally be a good thing, and everything would return to the Hennu people. If the three demon gods fail to kill the ancient serpent, that wouldn't be a bad thing either... After all, the reason why demon gods are called demon gods instead of gods is because their will is not actually that firm."

Their will wasn't that firm, meaning they could turn against each other at any time. After all, the demons were willing to go to the other side of the snowy mountain because they thought it would be profitable.

In other words, if killing the Hennu would be profitable for the demons, then the three demons would not hesitate to turn around and attack the Hennu.

"This……"

The young monks were stunned.

The demon god we sent out has betrayed us; this doesn't seem like a good thing at all.

How can these elderly monks still be laughing?

"Perhaps in your eyes, demons represent irresistible violence... but think about it carefully, no matter how strong they are, they are still demons after all."

Upon hearing this, many young monks immediately understood.

Yes, that's really the case. The reason why demons are demons is because they are unstable and uncontrollable. If those three demons really chose to betray and go to the evil ancient serpent, would that really be a good thing for the ancient serpent?

Perhaps at first, this would indeed seem like a good thing, but as time goes on, the destructive power of the demons will eventually show. They will poison that land and cause one disaster after another on the east side of the Great Snow Mountain, until the ancient serpent and those so-called Ignivas people are completely weakened.

And by that time, it was the Hennu people's turn to appear.

The Hennu people, carrying the glory of the sacred bull god, will save that land and restore order to everything.

Of course, this is only the kind of orderliness that applies to the Hennu people. It's the kind of orderliness where the Hennu people are the brains, the demons and warriors are the henchmen, and those who don't even have the most basic fighting ability are taken as lowly people to be responsible for production.

After understanding everything, the young monks finally relaxed. After all, no matter how you looked at it, the Hennu had won—the Hennu were destined to reap everything when the three demons were sent out.

The only difference is probably how to win and how much to win.

But the act of winning itself is absolute and unwavering.

"This is the wisdom of the sacred bull god!"

The elderly minotaurs gave their summary, and the rest of the Hennu clapped and laughed. In an instant, the magnificent temple became a sea of ​​joy.

Until that messenger broke into the temple.

"What? Those Ignivas have made demands?"

Upon hearing the messenger's report, the elderly minotaur monk chuckled.

It's not that we're afraid of making demands, it's that we're afraid of not making any demands. Since those monkeys on the other side of the mountain have already started asking the Hennu for favors, it means that they are not far from being completely conquered by the Hennu.

This made the atmosphere at the scene even more enjoyable.

"You mean they want a saber-toothed tiger... a saber-toothed tiger?"

The old minotaur was about to laugh out loud when he suddenly felt that something was not quite right.

He could understand if they wanted gold and gems, and even if they wanted divine feeders, it was still within his comprehension, since these were originally brought by the Hennu to control the Ignivas.

But now... all they want is a saber-toothed tiger?

It's just such a small thing...

The Hennu, however, could not do it.

After all, the west side of the Great Snow Mountain is quite different from the east side. On the west side of the Great Snow Mountain, there are lions with manes and tigers with stripes. But these tigers called saber-toothed tigers... If the Ignivas people hadn't drawn the image of the tiger's head with long teeth on the birch bark, the Hennu people wouldn't even know what the so-called saber-toothed tiger actually looked like.

However, it won't work if you can't produce a saber-toothed tiger.

"Their leader, that Crimson Shadow, has already emerged from the Snow Mountain Tunnel."

The Hennu who came to deliver the news trembled all over, as if he had remembered something terrifying.

"He said that if we couldn't hand over the saber-toothed tigers, he would kill all the Hennu people."

Chapter 110 One person surrounded everyone

The Hengnu certainly couldn't produce saber-toothed tigers; how could they possibly produce something they didn't have?

They didn't even know what had happened on that land far to the east of the Great Snow Mountain, or why this so-called Crimson Shadow had suddenly rushed over like a madman. What was most puzzling was that this monkey, Ignivas, had only come alone. Wasn't he afraid of dying?

Furthermore, this Ignivas monkey even lost its left arm.

Just as the Ignivas had tried to understand the Hennu before, the Hennu who sent the delegation knew much more about the Ignivas—although they still didn't understand how the Ignivas used magic, they at least knew that if these Ignivas monkeys wanted to summon fire, they had to clap their hands together.

Having lost his arm and left with only one hand, the monkey Ignivas could hardly even cast normal spells.

"With this level of skill, they actually dare to provoke the people of the Holy Bull God..."

The Hennu people thought this was suicidal.

Although the Hennu people have always claimed to be peace-loving and averse to fighting, they would not hesitate to cleanse the world on behalf of the sacred bull god Dehennu when faced with such reckless monkeys.

So the Hennu sent out their forces.

A large number of strong and robust Hennu people took up their battle axes. They were the backbone of the Hennu, with physiques as strong as bison, allowing their battle axes to split even giant rocks. Of course, these strong warriors were not intended for frontal assaults; they were merely the Hennu's reserve force, used to cut off the enemy's retreat and prevent the Ignivas monkeys from sending any more reinforcements.

The ones truly in charge of the arduous task were the Hennu monks draped in white robes.

Although these monks appear thin and weak and not good at fighting, if you underestimate them just because of their appearance, you will surely have your internal organs shattered by their roars—every Hennu monk is well-versed in the art of incantation, and with just a roar, they can turn giant rocks into dust.

But even these monks do not represent the full strength of the Hennu people.

To ensure absolute success, numerous black-robed monks were also mixed into the battle force. Each black-robed monk possessed mantra techniques no less powerful than those of the white-robed monks—however, compared to direct attacks, these black-robed monks had even more terrifying abilities.

That is to sacrifice one's own life to summon a terrifying demon god.

This was a backup plan the Hennu people made for safety, since the opponent was the leader of the Ignivas—although the Hennu people still didn't understand the relationship between these Ignivas monkeys and the ancient serpent, they didn't dare to gamble on whether the Ignivas monkeys would summon the ancient serpent if they went mad.

If that ancient serpent is allowed to ravage the land of the Hengnu, regardless of who wins or loses in the end, the Hengnu will lose far too much.

"So... we must kill him."

The command came from the temples of the capital.

If this so-called Crimson Shadow can be killed on the spot, those Ignivas monkeys will definitely fall into chaos, especially since the three demon gods are still rampaging on the other side of the Great Snow Mountain, which will undoubtedly make the chaos even worse.

But chaos can also symbolize opportunity.

In particular, it symbolizes the opportunities of the Hennu people.

"The kings of those Ignivas monkeys have gone mad... We've got this in the bag!"

As the warriors set off, the same thought arose in the minds of all the Hennu people: they couldn't wait to go to the other side of the snowy mountains and take over those unclaimed lands.

The foolish monkeys will eventually reap what they sow for their foolishness, while the wise Hennu will gain everything.

The Hennu people have this kind of confidence.

Until three days later.

"...You mean, you lost?"

The elderly minotaur monks stared in disbelief at the messenger, who was covered in blood and looked terrified.

Keep in mind that they even mobilized black-robed monks; such power would be more than enough to wipe out some small races, let alone their opponent this time, who was just one person.

Just one person.

Just one person.

"how did you do that?"

The messenger's blood had stained the spotless gemstone floor, but the minotaur monks paid no heed to that.

They just wanted to know how the warriors lost, and they just wanted to know how the monks died.

After all, such a huge difference in combat power shouldn't be possible...

"I don't know either, I really don't know..."

The severely wounded messenger clutched his head in anguish.

All he could recall were fragmented images: the one-armed monkey thrashing its body, and soldiers falling in droves. They didn't even know where the Ignivas monkey came from; it was as if it had suddenly appeared in front of them.

But when they tried to give chase, the Ignivas monkey leaped onto the treetop and disappeared from their sight in a few bounds.

The white-robed monks did indeed make a move, but they couldn't capture the monkey Ignivas, simply because the monkey Ignivas ran too fast and too far—but just as night fell and the monks fell asleep, that damned monkey Ignivas reappeared once again.

The monks' robes were set ablaze, along with their flesh and bones, leaving the camp, originally intended for the warriors to rest, filled with the stench of burning flesh.

"Then... what about the black-robed monk?"

An old minotaur couldn't help but speak up.

"Where are the black-robed monks? Where is the demon god? Did you not summon the demon god? Or were you attacked before you could summon him?"

If it were possible to summon the demon god, no matter how powerful that monkey Ignivas was, the messenger should have brought back good news.

But now...

“The Demon God…we did indeed summon the Demon God.”