World-Ending Demon Emperor
Chapter 1147 - 515: The Final Showdown! Lanling’s Evil Tactics!_2

Chapter 1147: 515: The Final Showdown! Lanling’s Evil Tactics!_2

In the past, the rise and fall of tribes were always marked by iron and blood, face-to-face battles without much scheming or deceit.

This time, however, the Wild Horse Tribe was destroyed by a conspiracy.

Though the conspiracy was crude—merely a collusion between him and the Ankara Tribe to divide up the Wild Horse Tribe—it proved effective.

No one would judge him for it, but since he started it, the lands will now be teeming with more conspiracies.

Today, he destroyed the Wild Horse Tribe with a scheme; tomorrow, others might use a scheme to destroy the Chimera Tribe.

And Constantine had yet another revelation: If the Wild Horse Tribe had Lanling, it would not have been destroyed. It could have defeated the Ankara Tribe and, perhaps even after a year or two, wrested back Falling Horse Mountain Range from the Chimera Tribe.

Beyond that, in any dire crisis that Chimera might face in the future, Lanling could serve as the ultimate weapon, even a savior.

Having observed the battle between the Wild Horse Tribe and Ankara Tribe, Constantine realized he had severely underestimated Lanling’s capabilities on the battlefield.

Whether it was a chance encounter or a defensive strategy, Lanling could turn the tide.

Would the Chimera Tribe face a deadly crisis?

Absolutely. In fact, the looming threat was Ankara Tribe.

The greatest victor of this conflict wasn’t the Chimera Tribe—it was Ankara.

The Ankara Tribe had seventy thousand people and sixteen thousand soldiers, already slightly stronger than Chimera.

Now that the Wild Horse Tribe was destroyed, Constantine gained control of the entire Falling Horse Mountain Range, roughly over five thousand square kilometers. But Ankara acquired ten thousand square kilometers and tens of thousands in population.

Originally, the Ankara and Chimera tribes were evenly matched; now Ankara was significantly stronger, with seven thousand additional square kilometers and forty to fifty thousand more people.

After the war ended, Constantine visited the Ankara Chieftain and immediately sensed his arrogance; the man even hinted at reneging on his pact to cede the Falling Horse Mountain Range.

Worse yet, the young chieftain of Ankara Tribe directly proposed marriage to Nini’an, verging on coercion.

If nothing unexpected happens, within three years, Ankara Tribe will declare war on Chimera Tribe to reclaim Falling Horse Mountain Range.

This is because, with its current territory, Ankara Tribe is struggling to sustain a population of ten thousand, while Falling Horse Mountain Range offers the richest hunting grounds.

At that time, would he be able to contend with Ankara Tribe?

Constantine wasn’t sure; their forces could very well outnumber his two-to-one.

But with Lanling, Constantine could guarantee an invincible position.

Because, with adequate protection, Lanling was nothing short of a death god harvesting lives on the battlefield, a force that defied all solutions.

This was why Lanling was far more important than he had imagined.

And the most terrifying part was that the Ankara Chieftain was already inquiring about Lanling’s whereabouts.

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"Nini, how are things going between you and Lanling?" Constantine asked. "Has he changed his mind?"

Nini’an’s beautiful face trembled as she replied, "He hasn’t come to see me."

Constantine’s expression shifted. "You haven’t gone to him either?"

"Am I so worthless that I should throw myself at him?" Nini’an shot back.

Constantine’s face turned grim, his voice trembling. "The Wild Horse Tribe is already destroyed, and the powerful Ankara Tribe will soon be our enemy. They’ve started paying attention to Lanling, too—Wild Horse Tribe might even have sent people to find him already. If Lanling falls into their hands, do you realize the consequences?"

"Then just kill him!" Nini’an said.

Constantine replied, "Within three years, we will face war with Ankara Tribe. We used a conspiracy to destroy the Wild Horse Tribe—it’s akin to unleashing a demon named deceit and treachery. Peace will be a rarity in these lands moving forward, and countless tribes will be on the verge of collapse. Lanling is more crucial than we imagined. Why didn’t you seize these ten-plus days to seduce him?"

"I didn’t want to lower myself like that," Nini’an answered.

Constantine retorted, "You’ve wasted more than ten days. In those ten days, you could have bewitched him entirely, drawn him over to us completely."

Nini’an’s face trembled. "I won’t stoop so low."

Constantine closed his eyes. "Nini, you’ve become fixated."

Nini’an’s heart trembled. She had indeed fixated, engaging in a childish spat of pride with Lanling and neglecting her duties.

"It’s too late for anything now," Nini’an said. "There’s only one day left until our final deadline."

Constantine sighed deeply. "Go seek Lanling and ask for his final answer."

Nini’an asked, "And if he still refuses to break ties with Suo Mo?"

Constantine replied, "Then kill him. The Wild Horse Tribe is after him, the Ankara Tribe is after him—he must not fall into enemy hands."

Nini’an protested, "Didn’t you say Lanling was crucial to us? That we will inevitably war with Ankara within three years? If we kill him, how will we handle the wars to come?"

Constantine said, "If Lanling is killed, you’ll immediately depart for Rakshasa City and do whatever it takes to marry yourself off to the young Barbarian King, even as a concubine."

Nini’an asked, "Is it really that urgent?"

Constantine nodded. "Ankara Tribe is already pressuring me with a marriage proposal. If I refuse them, it’s tantamount to an insult. So whether it’s to marry Lanling or the young Barbarian King, you must have a destination."