World-Ending Demon Emperor
Chapter 812 - 391: The Undefeated War God, The Death of Yan Mo!

Chapter 812: 391: The Undefeated War God, The Death of Yan Mo!

The Yan Tribe was not a profit-driven race; it was a bloodthirsty one.

This race revered the might of the strong but held even greater respect for tradition and loyalty.

Thus when Yan Mo abandoned his kin to flee, especially by only taking his fleet, he had already lost the legitimacy of the Yan King.

Had Suo Lun and Hai Gang not swiftly surrounded Thunder Archipelago, the surviving Island Masters and elders would have already started to impeach Yan Mo. Well, perhaps the word impeach is too highfalutin.

In any case, had it not been for the enemy at the gates, Yan Mo’s throne would have already been unstable.

It was precisely because of the formidable enemy they faced that the surviving Rock Pirates and Yan civilians continued to unite around Yan Mo, preparing to fight to the death against the enemy.

Neither the Yan civilians nor the Rock Pirates ever feared death; they were never daunted by battle.

But Suo Lun didn’t attack; he simply blockaded and laid siege.

And so, the Yan civilians and Rock Pirates were not beaten to death but starved to death.

It was the most pathetic and incompetent way to die in the world. Despite not planting a single grain, the Yan people had never starved; even the elderly Yan had endless meat to eat, only unable to chew it when their teeth fell out.

To die of hunger, to have nothing to eat, meant incompetence!

Next, Suo Lun disseminated flyers, repeatedly spreading the shameful news of Yan Mo’s escape and proclaimed that only Yan Mo’s crime would be pursued, that the remaining Rock Pirates and Yan civilians bore no guilt and could still return to Queen Yan Chuo’s command.

Previously, between Yan Mo and Queen Yan Chuo, the Rock Pirates chose to stand with Yan Mo.

Even though the Yan civilians greatly adored Queen Yan Chuo, especially since she had offered herself to the Sea God for the future of the Yan Tribe,

they were, comparatively, more willing to pledge allegiance to Yan Mo. Not only was Yan Mo the new king, but he was also bolder and more valiant in battle; the Yan people were certainly enamored with the strong.

But now, Yan Mo had fled alone, abandoning his tribe; he no longer deserved to be king.

Then, who in the Yan Tribe could inherit the throne?

Yan Mo’s younger sister Yan Xue’er, as well as the former Yan King, Queen Yan Chuo.

It had been Queen Yan Chuo who had passed the crown to Yan Mo to offer herself to the Sea God; now she hadn’t died, and Yan Mo had committed such a disgraceful act, so it was only natural that the throne be returned to Queen Yan Chuo.

That’s what nearly all the Yan civilians thought, but due to the enemy at their doorstep, no one could take such action. Because if they were to oust Yan Mo at this critical moment, they would be accused of betraying the Yan Tribe and currying favor with the enemy.

As a result, due to Yan Mo’s paranoia, he killed his own loyal Samurai, which ignited the intensification of internal conflict within the Yan Tribe.

And the father of this loyal Samurai, Island Master Hei Yang of Black Reef Island, immediately led his forces to Yan King’s Palace to seek justice from Yan Mo.

Normally, to intrude upon Yan King’s Palace was a capital offense, but not only did the Rock Pirates manning the watchtowers turn a blind eye, but also the Rock Thief Warriors guarding Yan King’s Palace pretended to see nothing, allowing Hei Yang and his cohorts to enter unobstructed.

The senseless killing of that loyal Samurai had chilled the hearts of the other Rock Thief Warriors.

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At that moment, Yan Mo was sound asleep in the embrace of Haidei’er.

He had drunk several catties of liquor, then had indulged himself on Haidei’er’s exquisite body before comfortably falling asleep.

In the past, his spiritual power would have detected anyone just entering the palace, but now Hei Yang was within a hundred steps of him and still, Yan Mo slumbered on, showing just how paralytically complacent he had become.

He had considered the consequences of deserting his tribe on the battlefield, but he hadn’t anticipated the severity, finding himself utterly abandoned, with even the eyes of his most loyal Samurai devoid of reverence.

He had thought that as long as he kept his "green hills," he would not fear running out of "wood to burn."

After a defeat in a great battle, he just needed to lead the surviving Rock Pirates to hunker down on Thunder Archipelago for a month or two. By then Zhi Li’s eight-hundred-thousand-strong army would be attacking Tianshui City, and Suo Lun would have no choice but to withdraw his forces in disgrace, and the siege of Thunder Archipelago would naturally be lifted.

After the siege, Yan Mo would lead his troops on raids, and sustaining fifty thousand Yan civilians would be effortless.

Of course, if in the forthcoming battle, Suo Lun defeated Zhi Li, then Yan Mo would still face annihilation.

So after plundering enough food, the first thing Yan Mo had to do was lead the Rock Pirate Fleet to pledge allegiance to the Flame Empire, metamorphosing into a fleet of the Flame Empire. Then, even if Suo Lun had a hundred times the courage, he wouldn’t dare to attack Yan Mo again.

Not only that, but he also had to present himself to the sovereign of the Flame Empire and report the matter of gunpowder and cannons to the ruler of the world’s most powerful empire. Then, prompt the Flame Emperor to pressure the Dragon Temple, elevating the use of gunpowder and cannons to the crime of Anti-Dragon Power. This would force Suo Lun to surrender the secrets of the cannons and gunpowder or to thoroughly destroy Suo Lun’s secret production facilities for cannons and gunpowder.

Without cannons and gunpowder, Suo Lun would be like a venomous snake stripped of its fangs, useless.

Yet, upon returning to Thunder Archipelago, everyone looked at him as if he were a criminal. It wasn’t just the ordinary Yan civilians— even the Rock Pirates of his own fleet felt the same way.

Yan Mo seethed with resentment; it was he who had saved their lives, his own forces should be loyal to him, understanding him. With the "green hills" preserved, there would be no worry about "fuel"! Why couldn’t they understand and instead treat him with such indifference?

Deeply hurt, Yan Mo’s spirit was indeed diminished, his mood one of profound sorrow.

Little did he know, the Yan Tribe had already exercised remarkable restraint by not killing the king to appease the enemy, even refraining from ousting Yan Mo for the sake of the overall situation.