World-Ending Demon Emperor
Chapter 1117 - 503: The Heart of a King!_2

Chapter 1117: 503: The Heart of a King!_2

Ninian said, "Remember, conquer all the lands south of the Lang River and east of the Misfortune Mountain Range!"

Constantine stood before a rough map.

Lang River is the largest river in the Southern Barbaric Lands, stretching tens of thousands of miles, nearly traversing most of the Barbaric Wilderness Continent.

The Misfortune Mountain Range has an average altitude of six to seven thousand meters, covered in snow year-round, stretching several thousand miles.

Thus, one great river and one mountain range formed two natural barriers, enclosing and protecting this vast land of two thousand miles in radius.

Within this land of over one million square kilometers reside more than forty tribes of various sizes, totaling nearly two million people.

Among them, the Chimera Tribe is just one.

Constantine shook his head and said, "That ambition is somewhat far-fetched. In the Barbaric Wilderness, strength reigns supreme. I’m already in my forties and can sense the limits of my martial prowess. So my current goal is to conquer a quarter of this region."

He drew out a corner on the map, precisely one-fourth of this 1.5 million square kilometer area, amounting to roughly 400,000 square kilometers.

"In this portion of land, there are twelve tribes, fifty thousand people, and twenty thousand soldiers," Constantine said. "The Wild Horse Tribe is merely the first step in our conquest of this territory. As the Human Kingdom would say, we face a long and arduous journey."

Ninian said, "Father, are you planning to use Lanling?"

Constantine replied, "I tried to kill him multiple times before because he stood in Du Yan’s way. But his potential surpasses Du Yan’s and can be of use to us, so giving him a chance might not be a bad idea."

Ninian said, "But he’s very difficult to tame."

Constantine said, "Don’t you have confidence in yourself?"

Ninian said, "It’s just that I find him revolting and don’t want to feign camaraderie with him."

Constantine squinted his eyes and said, "You’re willing to act with Du Yan and the others, so why are you so impatient with Lanling?"

Ninian remained silent.

Because those three men were deeply obsessed with her, she could toy with them easily, making her performances with them enjoyable.

But when she tried to seduce Lanling, his ever-mocking gaze filled with ridicule left her feeling inferior and unsettled.

Moreover, the energy emanating from him at all times caused her heart to race, putting her at a disadvantage, which made her uncomfortable.

Constantine said, "Go try it. Tell him I’m willing to give him a chance—to make him the leader of the Foreign Tribe Army and my son-in-law."

Instantly, Ninian couldn’t help but roll her eyes and say, "Father, just how many men are you planning to promise your daughter to?"

"Haha..." Constantine laughed and said, "Only one, the son of the Southeast Tribal Alliance Hierarch—the Little Barbarian King!"

What a despicable man, elevating his daughter into the so-called ’Flower of the Tribe,’ while both publicly and privately hinting to countless outstanding young men that she might marry them, making each of them hopelessly devoted.

Of course, on the day Ninian actually gets married, he risks making a terrible mistake.

However, if he successfully conquers the Wild Horse Tribe, the Ankara Tribe, and others, expanding his territory multiple times over, then everything will fall into place.

After thinking for a while, Constantine said, "Ninian, tonight go find Lanling secretly and talk to him. See if you can win him over."

"Yes!" Ninian replied.

...

At night, there was another lively bonfire celebration—drinking wine, eating meat, and reveling in cheer.

Lanling had completely integrated himself with the brothers of the Foreign Tribe Army, singing songs and sharing dirty jokes.

The festivities lasted until eleven at night before they came to an end.

Back in his tent, Lanling lay down to sleep.

Only half an hour later, his sharp spiritual power sensed another presence in the tent, accompanied by a familiar trace of perfume that belonged to a woman.

The scent was familiar, as was the curve of the figure—it was the Chieftain’s daughter, Ninian.

"Miss Ninian, have you truly become addicted? Sneaking in at night to meet me?"

Ninian darted forward and fixed him with a cold, piercing stare, saying, "Drop the pretense. I have important matters to discuss with you."

Lanling sat cross-legged and said, "Sit."

Ninian sat cross-legged before him.

"My father has sent me to find you and said he’s willing to give you an opportunity," Ninian said. "As long as you pledge your loyalty to him, we’d let you lead the Foreign Tribe Army and even..."

Lanling said, "And even give me the chance to become his son-in-law, your husband, correct?"

Ninian was momentarily stunned, then nodded.

"Impossible," Lanling sneered. "Your father has meticulously elevated you to the status of the Tribe’s foremost beauty and would never settle for marrying you off to someone within the tribe. He would certainly scheme to marry you to someone far above him politically. Marry you to me? He’s likely said similar things to more than just Du Yan, Yanggu, and Qiuju. How many men, exactly, does he intend to promise you to?"

At these words, Ninian’s face darkened instantly. Lanling’s remarks were far too cutting, even if true.

She lowered her head and clenched her teeth, as though making a difficult decision.

After a long while, she raised her head and asked, "What is your cultivation level now?"

"Seven-Star Warrior," Lanling replied.

"Really?" Ninian found it hard to believe. A Seven-Star Warrior defeating the Demon Warrior-level Berserker from the Wild Horse Tribe was simply astonishing.

Ninian asked, "Then how were you able to subdue the Wild Horse Tribe’s warhorses?"

Lanling said, "Because the Demon Bloodline in my body is very unique."

Ninian closed her eyes and fell into hesitation once more, seemingly deliberating over an incredibly weighty decision.

After what felt like an eternity, she opened her eyes and said, "My father plans to marry me to the son of the Southeast Barbarian King."

Lanling was taken aback. "The Southeast Barbarian King? Who is he?"

Ninian explained, "He’s the overlord of more than a hundred tribes across the southeastern region. If you examine closely, you’ll see that the Chimera Tribe, the Wild Horse Tribe, the Ankara Tribe, and others are all of the same ethnicity. The only differences are our skin colors and tattoos. Our ethnicity is called the Rakshasa Tribe, descendants of the Rakshasa King who served the Demon Monarch."

Lanling was stunned. Could this history truly exist?

The Demon Monarch? Was he a demon? Or could it be the World-Ending Demon Emperor that nearly destroyed the Human World during his last reign?

Ninian said, "However, the Little Barbarian King already has more than ten wives. If I marry him, I would just become one among many."

"You don’t want to marry him?" Lanling asked.

"Correct, I don’t," Ninian replied.

"Then what do you desire?" Lanling asked.

Ninian asked, "What do you think of my brother Constantine II?"

"He’s a fool," Lanling replied.

"Indeed," Ninian said. "He inherited my father’s strength and ruthlessness but not his cunning or scheming."

Lanling said, "However, in the Barbaric Wilderness, scheming is not highly valued."

"But it is useful," Ninian said. "I believe I am superior to my brother."

Lanling’s sharp gaze focused on her. "You aim to become the Chieftain of the Chimera Tribe?"

Ninian nodded, saying, "Yes! And not just the Chieftain of the Chimera Tribe, but also the ruler of these thousand miles of land. Conquering the Wild Horse Tribe is merely the first step."

Lanling’s eyes narrowed. This woman’s ambition was immense.

He had long wondered whether her manipulation of the most outstanding young men in several tribes stemmed from a love of the game of romance or something more sinister.

Now, the answer was clear.

Ninian continued, "If you can help me become the female Chieftain and help me conquer these thousand miles of land, I would marry you, making you second only to me, revered by tens of thousands. And in the future, our son would become the master of this territory."

Lanling couldn’t help but chuckle.

How familiar it all was!

Except, Zhi Yan, with her character, ultimately drove a sword through her husband Suo Lun’s chest—what more could one expect from the woman before him?

From the moment his wife Zhi Yan killed him, Lanling had decided never to trust anyone again, choosing to control his own destiny and wield ultimate strength.

He would become the King of Tribes, the Barbaric Emperor.

Ninian said, "If that day comes, you won’t just be the leader of the Foreign Tribe Army; your status will far exceed that of any Chieftain. You might have abilities, but these lands stretching thousands of miles belong to the descendants of the Rakshasa Tribe. As an outsider, you have no place to stand unless I give you one—unless you pledge loyalty to me. What do you say?"

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