Legendary Clan Chief
Chapter 455 - 441 The Blood and Flesh Sacrifice of the Monster Race!_1

Chapter 455: Chapter 441 The Blood and Flesh Sacrifice of the Monster Race!_1

[Vote Request] The remnants of the demons from the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain Range, numbering nearly two thousand with those at the Bone-Tempering Realm accounting for a staggering ninety-nine percent. Among them, more than a hundred are comparable to a human Centurion, six are like the Blood Refining Realm warriors, and one at the Blood Refining Realm Limit is a demon king.

However, the present state of this Azure Qilin Demon King was pitiful to the extreme: his Demonic Pill shattered, one arm turned into a shower of blood and flesh. He no longer held the proud demeanor of traversing thousands of miles across the desolate wilderness, feasting on the blood of countless Human War Tribes.

Once, under his leadership, the demons of the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain Range declared themselves kings in the Human World, claimed territories, and treated the surrounding Human War Tribes as their feedlots. They saw people as captive Blood Food, wantonly turning them into their prey. Today, time has reversed their fate, and the cause and effect have turned them into humans’ food.

On the sacrificial altar, the raging flames leaped up from thirty-six large bronze cauldrons, the thick fragrance constantly intertwining and morphing into invisible colors in the void, continually rising and blending into the black hole deep in the void.

When the miserable form of the Azure Qilin Demon King appeared before everyone, the pupils of all those on the sacrificial stage turned furious in that moment, filled with flames of anger that spout ceaselessly, a long-gathered hatred.

Their tribes were within five thousand miles of the wasteland, right within the scope of these Demon Remnants, treated like the feeding ground. They suffered endless humiliation from the remnants. Each year, hundreds of their tribespeople are captured, turned into Blood Food. Among them were their blood relatives.

This was a great pain, to watch helplessly their kin fall prey to the demons, silently enduring each time, not daring to oppose the demons.

Now, these demons, who once wreaked havoc in thousands of miles of wilderness mountain ranges, groveled like pigs and dogs on the ground, while they looked down on these demon remnants from above.

"Served them right! These demon remnants deserve death. Look at that Azure Qilin Demon, he even dares to call himself a demon king, he’s utterly ignorant of his own insignificance. Little did he expect it would come to this!"

"In the Human World of ours, even insignificant Blood Realm dares to claim themselves as demon kings. These demon remnants are incredibly arrogant. Over the years, our clans have suffered terribly from them. Luckily we have the Battle Division of the Gu Yuan Tribe upholding justice for the human tribes, saving our clans from misery. Otherwise, who knows how many of our kin would have been abducted by them, turned into their Blood Food!"

"Kill them! All these alien species deserve death! This is the Wilderness of our human tribe, not a place for demons to trample!"

"Departed tribespeople, if your spirits are aware, see this. These remnants that once tormented you have finally got what they deserved, their flesh has become our offering at the tribe’s memorial!"

At this moment, these demons have lost all their resistance and are dragged out of the iron cages one by one by the War Soldiers of the Gu Yuan Tribe.

Not to mention Dragon Fall Territory, even in the whole Border Wilderness Domain, such a grand blood sacrifice is rarely seen in a millennium, let alone a sacrifice that uses the flesh and blood of alien races to memorialize an entire tribe.

Buzz Buzz Buzz!

The Demonic Qi was dense, the entire Sacrificial Altar seemed to sense the presence of demons, constantly vibrating. The spirits of countless human warriors were roaring at this moment. The purple-gold ethereal mist was increasingly brilliant. The will of the human tribe seemed to be impatient, eager to relish the flesh of their mortal enemies!

"Sacrifice!"

Atop the altar, the illusion of primeval ancestors performing rituals was becoming increasingly vivid. Ancient silhouettes, dressed in colorful feather garments, danced amidst raging flames. Moreover, melodious chants with raw and primitive notes filled the tableau.

These sounds, punctuated and ancient, resonated with the spirit of the desolate wilds.

The sacrifice of alien flesh stirred the tribal will, causing it to fluctuate more intensely.

Thump, thump, thump!

The small monsters were petrified, their eyes already devoid of life. They allowed the warriors of Gu Yuan Tribe to sever their heads — swift swings of the war saber sent horrific severed heads skyward as blood sprayed and drenched the earth.

The blood splattered on the altar was absorbed in the blink of an eye; the enemy’s flesh and blood were the most sincere offerings of the Great Wasteland Ancient Human Tribe.

The butchered alien blood today is an offering to the tribe, demonstrating utmost sincerity.

Hum!

The obscure and primitive will in the void became increasingly apparent. The descent of the purple and gold ethereal mist swelled tremendously. The Qi essence pillar which originally belonged to the Gu Yuan Tribe astonishingly had a slight gold hovering within. This was a result of the fusion of the purple Qi essence pillar with the tribal Qi luck descended.

Six powerful demonic generals were hauled to the foot of the altar. These demonic skulls piled up around them were filled with dread and reluctance. But none of these belonged to them anymore.

On this human land, the demon flesh and blood were everywhere. The six demonic generals took in this sight with bloodshot eyes. Despite that, the warrior standing beside gave no heed, brutally shattering their kneecaps, forcing them to kneel before the altar.

The six demon generals faced the Gu Yuan Tribe’s Centurion without any resistance. As part of the defeated, they acknowledged that in this desolate land, defeat signified death!

When the Centurion lifted their sacrificial war sabers, intending to end them, the six demonic generals shrieked in unison. "This desolate land belongs to our demonic ancestors. The humans are but lowly blood food. You dare to steal our lands? There will be a day when our demonic war masters reclaim our bestowed lands, sever your heads, and cleanse our disgrace with your flesh and blood!"

Since ancient times, these desolate wilds had never seen peaceful coexistence within the clans. It was always an endless slaughter, with the defeated doomed to obliteration.

Since antiquity, humans were bred by the Hundred Clans, merely blood food for their growth and evolution. Eventually, humans realized that in this world of survival of the fittest, they needed to be ruthless, even more than the alien tribes, to survive and continue their lineage.

After countless struggles, humans eventually claimed the entire Great Wasteland, driving the hundred clans to the distant border regions through bloody massacres, leading to the establishment of the human realm on these desolate wilds.

As the defeated, these demons accepted their plight without resistance. Nevertheless, that didn’t stop them from cursing the humans with their dying breath as an outlet for their suppressed resentment.

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