World-Ending Demon Emperor
Chapter 1131 - 508: Chieftain’s daughter married to Lanling! Du Yan in anguish!_2

Chapter 1131: 508: Chieftain’s daughter married to Lanling! Du Yan in anguish!_2

Because having such a person is truly like having a hellish reaper on the battlefield—utterly unstoppable. Every time he goes into battle, it’s as if he’s brought thousands of extra troops.

Marrying her to Lanling might truly allow her father to maximize his interests.

Will that maximize Nini’an’s interests?

Nini’an fell deep into thought!

The words she said to Lanling earlier were a mix of truth and falsehood!

If she could marry the young Barbarian King, she would practically wield power across these millions of square kilometers of land. Even as a mere concubine, she could stand above hundreds of tribal chieftains.

So, she was willing!

But to ascend to the chieftain’s throne as a woman!

Moreover, if her father Constantine’s ideal comes to fruition, then the 300,000 square kilometers of land beneath her feet would belong entirely to the Chimera Tribe, and dozens of surrounding tribes would all be conquered.

Becoming the mistress of 300,000 square kilometers of land, in terms of status, glory, and power, would be no less than being the Barbarian King’s concubine.

In other words, if she married Lanling and ultimately ascended to the chieftain’s throne, it would also serve her interests to the fullest.

"If he’s willing to fully pledge his loyalty to my father, I’m genuinely willing to give him a chance," Nini’an said haughtily.

Constantine nodded slightly.

Nini’an added, "But the key lies in whether he’s truly willing to be loyal to my father. A heart hidden behind flesh—how can we know his loyalty is real?"

Constantine responded, "Which is why we must take a firm stance, leaving him no choice!"

...

After the great battle ended, two among the Foreign Tribe Army fell.

One was Lanling, the other was Suo Mo!

Lanling fell from overexertion of his spiritual power!

Today, the spiritual power he drained surpassed dozens, even hundreds of times more than he’d ever done before!

At the beginning, his relentless killing relied on locking and aiming with spiritual power every single time.

Especially later, when he shot down the enemy Berserkers—his only target was the opening of the visor around their eye sockets. No larger than a one-inch diameter, aiming consumed spiritual power exceeding tenfold.

Finally, when the Wild Horse Tribe chief’s daughter chased him madly, his spiritual power further drained—far more than several dozen-fold.

Especially the final critical hit using spiritual power against her!

Thus, by the end of the battle, he’d become utterly weak, his head splitting with pain, and collapsed outright!

As for Suo Mo, his fall was due to the aftereffects of demonization!

Without Lanling’s heaven-defying Golden Bloodline, Suo Mo had been encircled and besieged by the Wild Horse Tribe chief and three elite warriors when Lanling faced life-threatening danger. To save Lanling, Suo Mo chose demonization.

After demonization, Suo Mo’s entire body became impervious to weapons, and his combat strength surged.

But in this world, everything comes at a cost, and demonization was no exception.

For Suo Mo, demonization meant overdrawing his future combat capacity, and the extent of the overdraft remains unknown!

The immense power gained in that quarter hour of demonization came at the cost of half a month, or perhaps even longer, of debilitating weakness!

Once in the weakened state, Suo Mo’s martial skills were reduced to less than half.

Because he was anxious about Lanling and the Foreign Tribe Army’s casualties, Suo Mo didn’t have a moment’s rest. After demonization ended, he entered his weakened state and lay down for barely a quarter hour before rising again. Bearing his painful and frail body, he went to check on Lanling, visit the wounded soldiers of the Foreign Tribe Army, and listen to casualty reports.

dead, 62 injured!

This number far exceeded Suo Mo’s expectations. By his earlier estimates, the casualty numbers should’ve been double.

"All thanks to Lanling!" Cavalry Hundred Leader Lei Tong marveled. "Without him, at least 70% of our 800 Foreign Tribe Army would’ve died, and the defense line would’ve definitely been breached."

Suo Mo nodded, knowing full well that the Wild Horse Tribe had focused their main assault on the Foreign Tribe Army’s defenses today.

When he and Du Yan had been tied down, it was practically Lanling, relying on sheer force of will, who turned the tide and safeguarded the entire defense line.

Subsequently, Lei Tong said, "Chief, are you planning to let Lanling take your place and lead our Foreign Tribe Army?"

Suo Mo didn’t hesitate at all and nodded directly.

Now, he harbored no doubts whatsoever. Compared to Du Yan, Lanling was a much more suitable leader.

Lei Tong whispered, "You’re truly farsighted. I don’t know how others feel, but personally, though Lanling’s martial prowess lags far behind Chief Du Yan, I believe he’s far better suited to lead our Foreign Tribe Army as its chief. I would rather follow him into life-and-death battles!"

A single great battle had irrevocably transformed Lei Tong’s perspective.

Suo Mo couldn’t help but sigh. Lanling possessed an incomparable personal charisma—a flame in the darkness, crazed, searing, and brilliant. Many couldn’t help but follow and swear allegiance to him.

...

Two and a half hours later, Lanling remained in a deep slumber, with Suo Mo guarding at his side!

Suddenly, a tribal warrior entered the tent. His face bore an air of arrogance—he was one of Chief Constantine’s trusted men.

"The chieftain wishes to see Lanling. He must go at once!"

Suo Mo replied, "He’s still very weak. Once he wakes, I’ll have him visit the chieftain."

"That won’t do. He must go now," the trusted warrior declared firmly.

Suo Mo’s face twitched as he prepared to drive the man out.

At that moment, Lanling opened his eyes and said to Suo Mo, "Uncle, how are you feeling? Why haven’t you gone to rest?"

"I’m fine. You should sleep a bit longer to recover some spiritual power. I’ll go and meet the chieftain on your behalf," Suo Mo said.

Lanling shook his head and replied, "I’ll go instead. This must be something important."

Suo Mo—principled yet perceptive—instantly picked up on Lanling’s underlying intentions. He patted Lanling’s shoulder and said, "Always uphold your ideals as the highest principle, no matter what choices you make. I’ll understand and support you. At all times, I’m your uncle, and my allegiance will always be with you."

"I understand!" Lanling answered. "Thank you, Uncle!"

Then, Lanling stood up, rubbing his nearly-exploding head, and followed the tribal warrior toward Constantine’s tent.

This scene was witnessed by Du Yan, whose eyes reddened with rage, his gaze filled with bone-deep hatred!

After the battle, Du Yan firmly believed he was undoubtedly the greatest contributor to the fight—not only holding the highest record in kills but also slaying the Wild Horse Tribe’s young chieftain.

Thus, Nini’an was destined to be his!

For the past few hours, he’d been walking on air, fluctuating between nervous anticipation and excitement, eagerly wishing time would hasten so the tally of kills and military merits could be completed.

In doing so, he would finally be able to bask in his rightful glory.

Above all, Chief Constantine had promised that whoever ranked first in military merit would marry Nini’an.

Standing before so many witnesses, the chief could never go back on his word.

His aspirations were about to be fulfilled. He would finally wed the most beautiful woman in the tribe.

Glory would be his. The beauty would be his. Power would be his!

Thus, after the battle, Du Yan paid only a quick visit to his adoptive father Suo Mo before impatiently waiting for Chief Constantine’s summons, his eyes fixed incessantly on the chief’s tent.

Yet, the first one to be summoned into the chieftain’s tent was not him, Du Yan, but Lanling!

For Du Yan, this was as shocking as a bolt from the blue. His whole body went cold, and he could scarcely believe his eyes.

...

As Lanling entered the chieftain’s tent, he instantly felt Constantine’s fiery enthusiasm, like that of a volcano.

Constantine hurriedly came forward, grasping Lanling’s hand firmly and clapping it heavily. "How is your health? Does your head hurt? Why not rest here in my tent—I’ll have Nini’an light the finest incense to help you sleep?"

Constantine’s attitude was worlds apart from before.

Earlier, he’d treated Lanling with a bone-chilling coldness akin to winter.

Now, he was as warm as spring.

"No need, I’ve rested enough. Thank you for your concern, Chieftain," Lanling replied politely, though insincerely. Such superficial decorum came easily to him.

Constantine said, "Before the battle, I repeatedly pledged that in this Chimera Tribe battle for destiny, whoever earned the greatest merit in victory would marry my daughter, Nini’an. I am a man of my word!"

Lanling smirked inwardly—the real drama was about to begin!

Constantine’s gaze burned as he stared at Lanling. "Lanling, are you willing to marry my most beloved daughter, Nini’an?"

...

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