World-Ending Demon Emperor
Chapter 1136 - 510: The path to rebellion and self-establishment! Chieftain’s daughter sacrifices herself!_2

Chapter 1136: 510: The path to rebellion and self-establishment! Chieftain’s daughter sacrifices herself!_2

"I understand, Father," said Nini’an.

Constantine replied, "You have twenty days. Try to make him madly infatuated with you, unable to resist, until he completely betrays Suo Mo. Aside from not actually consummating with him, everything else can be done."

At those words, Nini’an couldn’t help but blush, her expression turning slightly cold.

Her father Constantine was truly someone driven by profit above all else, treating his own daughter as nothing more than a tool to achieve his goals.

The implication was clear: aside from not letting Lanling truly possess her body, no matter the sacrifice, it didn’t matter.

"I know what to do," said Nini’an.

...

Inside Suo Mo’s tent!

Du Yan, having seen Lanling enter Constantine’s chief tent, didn’t dare barge in and question him, so he came to his adopted father Suo Mo to inquire.

"I don’t know what’s going on," Suo Mo said bluntly.

Du Yan was about to leave.

"Stop right there," said Suo Mo, "I have something to say to you."

Du Yan halted but his gaze was filled with irritation. He was anxious, only wanting to know why Chief Constantine allowed Lanling into his tent, completely uninterested in hearing Suo Mo’s reprimands.

"Why, during the final moments when the fighting had ceased, did you kill the young chief of the Wild Horse Tribe?" Suo Mo said coldly. "What you did was neither honorable nor glorious."

Du Yan’s actions had indeed been disgraceful; the young chief of the Wild Horse Tribe had already stopped fighting and turned to leave. Yet Du Yan used a Bloodline Force Critical Strike to kill him.

To put it harshly, it was nothing more than a sneak attack.

"This is the battlefield, not a contest arena," Du Yan replied coldly.

"Even so, it shouldn’t have happened," said Suo Mo. "Moreover, this was a battle for territory. At the time, the Wild Horse Tribe’s chief had already conceded; the Chimera Tribe had already won Falling Horse Mountain Range. Why kill the young chief of the Wild Horse Tribe?"

Du Yan’s face twitched as he said, "Adopted Father, are you by chance thinking my achievements are too great, my military merits too numerous, hindering Lanling’s path? You’re too biased against me."

These words instantly struck a chord of pain within Suo Mo, whose face spasmed repeatedly.

He genuinely wanted to tell Du Yan that, in his heart, Lanling, Du Yan, and Dina each held identical weight. He treated them all as his children. In his eyes, only right and wrong existed, never favoritism.

But he knew that the children had grown, and reprimands were now futile; their temperaments had already been set.

Yet he was deeply disappointed in this adopted son, Du Yan.

How did it turn out like this? Previously, Du Yan had been fine—while ambitious, he understood the bigger picture and was righteous.

Why had he now become so selfish, calculating, and dishonorable?

Jealousy truly is an original sin!

With that, Suo Mo waved his hand in grief.

Seeing the look of disappointment on Suo Mo’s face, Du Yan grew even more angry. Inwardly, he sneered: "Now you can’t even bother to lecture me anymore? So much for calling you my adopted father all these years. What parental affection—it’s all fake. A man must fend for himself. I, Du Yan, must look out for my own interests!"

With a cold snort, Du Yan turned and left Suo Mo’s tent.

He collided head-on with Lanling outside, not slowing down in the least, instead deliberately plowing straight into him.

At that moment, Lanling was severely overdrawn on spiritual power, his body sluggish, and was directly knocked back several meters by Du Yan’s forceful impact, nearly flying, then crashing to the ground. His chest erupted with sharp pain, almost causing him to vomit blood.

This was no accidental collision; it was intentional aggression.

"Move, you worthless dog!" Du Yan sneered. "Such a weakling, and you think you can inherit the Foreign Tribe Army?"

With that, he strode off without looking back!

"Du Yan, you bastard!" Suo Mo hurried out from within, helping Lanling up, his palm massaging Lanling’s back to soothe his blood and energy. He watched Du Yan’s departing figure with a mixture of anger and helplessness.

At that moment, Lanling could distinctly feel Suo Mo’s frailty—his strength was now less than thirty percent of its usual level!

"Uncle, you shouldn’t have demonized yourself," Lanling sighed.

Suo Mo smiled and shook his head without saying anything.

...

After entering the quarters, Lanling used his spiritual power to scan the surroundings, ensuring no one was eavesdropping.

"Uncle, how long will your post-demonization weakness last?" Lanling asked.

Suo Mo replied, "About twenty days or so. By then, I should recover seventy percent of my strength. To fully regain one hundred percent, it will take a very long time."

Lanling responded, "So we have twenty days left!"

"What do you mean?" Suo Mo’s expression shifted slightly.

Lanling then recounted in detail the events that had transpired within Constantine’s tent.

Suo Mo refrained from saying things like "how could you be so foolish" or "why didn’t you agree to the chief’s proposal."

He knew that Lanling’s aspirations were vast; it wasn’t about wealth or titles, but about establishing his own empire. To him, the Foreign Tribe Army’s foundation was of utmost importance.

Nevertheless, Suo Mo couldn’t help but feel a twinge of emotion.

Du Yan had gone to great lengths to marry Nini’an, desperate to become Constantine’s son-in-law, hoping to ascend to power in one leap.

And yet Lanling treated this opportunity as if it were worthless scrap.

The stark contrast in their ambitions was like night and day.

"My acting was convincing enough to make Constantine believe I’m infatuated with Nini’an. Coupled with some tactics I employed, I’ve made Nini’an feel my passionate love," said Lanling. "If my guess is correct, this should buy us about twenty days. During this time, Constantine will undoubtedly try his hardest to win me over and make me betray you, pledging complete allegiance to him."