Chapter 511
After the Painted Face Woman finished speaking, she turned and left. At her current level, she was not qualified to ask questions of the Clan Tree and needed to consult with the leader 'Mukure' Ectirnil to verify the words of the Daughter of Hantan Wood.
While we were waiting, a Sarkaz with purple hair, a youthful face, and enormous breasts arrived in the nearby mountains. She was carrying a Great Bow that was as tall as a person, which looked quite exaggerated.
Seeing a patch of snow missing from the mountainside, Typhon knew Simona was there. She breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to herself how lucky she was to have arrived in time.
But his appearance immediately alerted the Tree Scar Warriors, who drew their weapons and shouted:
"Daughter of the Cyclops, get out of here!"
Simona was surprised to hear the shouts. Looking in the direction of the sound, she indeed saw Typhon. Seeing the Tree Scar Warriors preparing to fight, she spoke up to stop them:
"Friend, don't say that. She's also fighting against the Demons of the North. That bow doesn't prove anything."
But they disagreed, arguing that:
Even if the Cyclops' daughter were of sound mind, that bow would still bring calamity.
We brought back the weapons of every warrior, only to discover that these relics were tainted by Demons corruption. It would guide the calamity to its new stronghold, for which we paid an unimaginable price.
"Daughter of Hantan Wood, whether we can defeat her or not, we must not let anything related to Demons near this place. Behind us are the Old Man and children; we have no way out. Do you understand?"
After saying this, they all drew their bows to their fullest extent and entered battle mode, hoping to compensate for the difference in strength between the two sides by taking advantage of the terrain and using high-angle shots to hit low targets.
"No, stop! I'll make her leave right now!"
Simona wouldn't stand idly by and watch her friends clash with the Tree Scar Tribe, so she immediately ran down the mountainside.
Typhon, a skilled hunter, knew she was being targeted by many arrows. Unwilling to make enemies of the Sami People, she retreated more than two hundred meters. It was during this retreat that she discovered the strangers hiding in the mountains.
"?!"
Looking at the group of one man and several women, Typhon's gaze swept over Shi Lei.
He had no horns, no tail, and no atavistic thick hair; the person Anmatar was talking about was him!
Just as Typhon was about to go forward to greet them, an uninvited guest barged into the Tree Scar Tribe.
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"Simona!"
Hantan strode forward, glanced back at the Tree Scar Warriors who were nocking their bows in their direction, and asked:
What are you doing here?
"It was Anmatar who sent me here in a dream, saying that I had found a man whose race was indistinguishable. I was to escort him deep into the Endless Icefield until He appeared."
Upon hearing that it was Anma's arrangement, Simona nodded in agreement. The Endless Icefield were extremely dangerous, harboring not only Demons but also calamities like collapsing structures. Typhon, someone skilled in combating Demons, was more suited to be a guide than herself.
"I see. Well, then I'll leave the rest to you. The Shaman here are very hostile towards you, so be careful."
The Painted Face Woman previously blocked Simona was Shaman from the Tree Scar Tribe. Commander higher than Shaman is called Priestess, and the Chief above that is called Snow Sacrifice.
The Snow Sacrifice may not be the oldest, but he is definitely the strongest and most authoritative in the tribe. He usually serves as the tribe's leader.
They would protect their tribe from disasters by communicating with the Clan Tree and by divination. Sometimes, tribes without Snow Sacrifice would not even be aware of approaching Catastrophe.
Typhon was frequently driven away by the Sami People because of this Great Bow, and she had grown accustomed to it over the years.
"It's alright, just don't get too close."
After exchanging pleasantries with Simona, she turned her gaze to Shi Lei in the woods.
This man showed no signs of Bestialization, so he must be the target designated by Anmatar.
Typhon intended to go up and say hello, but to her surprise, the other person's gaze bypassed her and headed towards the direction of the Tree Scar Tribe.
Typhon, unaware of her meaning, instinctively turned her head to look in the same direction. Unexpectedly, after two or three breaths, an indescribable, eerie aura emanated from that direction. This terrified her, and she gripped the massive Black Bow in her hand tightly.
What's going on?
Why is there an aura of calamity emanating from the Tree Scar Tribe, which is responsible for resisting disasters?
Typhon was tempted to go and check, but he figured the Sami People would rather die than let him in.
Just as she was pondering a solution, she suddenly saw the man she was about to escort take off into the air.
Huh? He can fly?
Ten minutes ago.
An Emperor's Blade appeared outside the tall wooden wall to the northeast of the Tree Scar Tribe.
He was wearing a dirty Black Coat and a mask with obvious damage to his chin.
Logically, if the Inner Guards's mask were torn, he would surely die, but strangely, nothing happened to him.
All because his Corrupted Consciousness, turning him into Demon's Blade. He no longer fights for the Emperor of Ursus, but wanders the Endless Icefield driven by his survival instincts.
Thirty years ago in Sunset Canyon, more than twenty Emperor's Blade fell to the Northern Demon. They were all infected by the calamity and survived in an extremely out-of-control state. Over the years, most of them have been hunted down by their comrades. This Inner Guards, who wandered here from the Endless Icefield of Northern Ursus, has survived to this day.
"Huff... huff..."
The heavy breathing was chilling.
Despite the Demon's Blade, it leaves a unique Black Path in its wake.
This is a sign that the 'kingdom' within the body is leaking out, and the remaining Black Mist has not dissipated for a long time.
Even the snowflakes closest to the Demon's Blade were infected, turning into corrosive Black Snow.
The several-meter-thick wooden wall seemed to have been doused with sulfuric acid when he approached, quickly burning a hole large enough for a person to pass through.
As the Demon's Blade broke into the tribe's interior, all the Fowlbeast and Horned Beast kept near the breach died instantly.
He stepped over the carcasses of wild animals, making no attempt to stop and eat.
The Demon's Blade broke in this time not for sustenance or revenge, but for pure slaughter.
The Horned Beast, tainted by the Black Snow, collapsed in agony, a glaring hole in its abdomen. The blood flowing from it was as black as ink, causing extreme discomfort.
The Demon's Blade emerged from the Beast Pen, seeking new victims. Soon, a middle-aged woman who came to investigate after hearing the commotion became Lost Soul lost in the kingdom.
"Hiss... whoosh..."
Even from a distance of twenty meters, you can hear that unique and rhythmic breathing sound.
Next.
Next one.
All the prey that is spotted dies within seconds, because it is a brutal killing!
Without words or introductions, the Sami People could recognize this as a 'calamity' simply by his appearance.
They died in disbelief, swallowed up by the nation before they could even have a chance to see the sights.
As the commotion grew louder, the death toll rose. Finally, a well-trained warrior from the Tree Scar Tribe, before dying, shouted a warning:
"A calamity has befallen us!"
Upon hearing the shouts, the soldiers relayed the message and began to move towards the area in an organized manner.
The Old Man, women, and children began packing their belongings, preparing to evacuate and preserve their community.
The Shaman who had come in earlier to report had just found the Snow Sacrifice when he received the notification of the Calamity Invasion. Without having time to report to Ectirnil, he went to investigate.
"Hiss... whoosh..."
The rhythmic, heavy breathing of the Demon's Blade became a death knell. The Black Mist spread its infection range, advancing like a black wave.
The Tree Scar Warriors, one after another, were like lone boats battling against the waves. Once they entered the realm of the Black Mist, their lives would be swiftly taken away.
"Don't get close to the calamity, attack from a distance!"
No matter how accurately the arrows were aimed, they could not stop the spread of the Black Mist. The arrowheads would suddenly stop when they approached the Black Mist, becoming useless, hovering arrows.
Ordinary arrows and energy orbs were unable to penetrate the Black Mist's defenses.
They could only watch helplessly as the Demon's Blade approached, relentlessly taking the lives of their fellow countrymen.
"Let go of my brother, you damn it."
"Everyone else, retreat first. I'll fight you to the death!"
The Tree Scar Warriors were like moths drawn to a flame, charging forward despite knowing their lives were in danger. Behind them were the Old Man and women and children; there was no way back.
The one-sided slaughter by the Demonic Blade cast a tragic shadow over the scene. Fear, like a virus from a pornographic website, spread rapidly in all directions.
At this critical moment, Ectirnil's cry was like a deafening alarm bell:
"Step back, let me handle this!"
Seeing the tribe's strongest leader appear, the previously low morale was reignited. Even though the Tree Scar Warriors knew they were outmatched, they still cheered them on from the sidelines.
Ectirnil chanted an ancient incantation in Sami Language, and a holy White Light Wave gathered on his staff. In an instant, it shot out like lightning.
Seemingly sensing the danger, the Demon's Blade stopped advancing. In just a few seconds, a large amount of Black Mist was released from the gap in the mask.
The White Light Wave precisely hit the Slow Zone formed in the Chinese territory, advancing only a few centimeters. After that, it could not advance any further until the light wave completely dissipated.
Seeing Ectirnil's defeat, the young Tree Scar Warriors forward, weapon in hand, and volunteered:
"Chief, please let us hold it off. You take the rest of the Tribe Members and get out of here immediately."
"No, I won't back down!"
Ectirnil's attitude was very clear; he flatly rejected the young warrior's proposal.
He is the leader of the Tree Scar Tribe, and he will live and die with his people, never becoming a coward who runs away.
Seeing that the Purifying Light had no effect, Ectirnil solemnly gave the order:
"Hold him off and buy me some time."
"Yes, Chief!"
As the tribe's only Snow Sacrifice, Ectirnil possessed many ancient spells. At this moment, his eyes widened in anger, and he began to chant in the Sami Language.
The Demon's Blade knew that if it attacked at this moment, it would be desperately blocked by the Tree Scar Warriors. Instinctively, it stood still, continuously pouring out Black Mist to envelop its entire body.
As the last syllable burst forth, thick, solid ice suddenly appeared on the ground. Ectirnil summoned Freezing Frost, which quickly enveloped the calamity.
If it cannot be killed, permanently sealing it here is also a viable option.
However, the power of the Kingdom's territory far exceeded Ectirnil's imagination. This strongest single unit of Ursus was already quite troublesome to fight against. What's more, now that it's corrupted by the Calamity, it can release Black Mist without fear of the backlash from going out of control, creating advantageous terrain.
The thick ice, though converging towards the center, could not break through the dense Black Mist. The source of the calamity remained hidden within the kingdom's territory, unharmed.
Ectirnil persisted for a moment, then, knowing that further delay was pointless, his expression turned cold:
"Let the Old Man, women, and children go first, I'll try again."
He plunged his staff directly into the ground and began a longer chant. The wind and snow surrounding the settlement seemed to be summoned, swirling and converging in mid-air. Under the influence of the spiraling force, they formed a giant ice cone.
"Hiss... whoosh..."
The Demon's Blade breathed heavily, continuing to release Black Mist through its mask. The dense realm of the realm resembled a visual black hole, making it impossible to see what was inside.
"Whoa!"
Ectirnil roared, and a giant ice spike, over ten meters long, shot forth. But this time, the ice spike only penetrated half a meter into the Black Mist before stopping.
Seeing that his ultimate move had no effect, Ectirnil's spirits plummeted. A wave of bewilderment and confusion overwhelmed him in an instant.
Why?
Why is this happening?
If even I cannot wage war, what tribe's Snow Sacrifice can rival me? Is our Tree Scar Tribe destined to perish here today?
Ectirnil closed his eyes in anguish, deciding to unleash his ultimate weapon. He would sacrifice his own life to buy his Tribe Members a chance to escape.
"You all go first, leave this to me."
"But, Chief..."
"That's an order! Move out!"
Seeing that the Sami People had stopped attacking, the Demon's Blade shot out from the kingdom's territory and continued its advance.
After walking forward for about ten meters, he seemed to suddenly sense something and immediately began to retreat, returning to the area where the Black Mist was thickest.