"Move it, all of you! Move it!"
"Whoever finds that woman's trail can pick any seven Demonic Spirit Fruits! If he's a slave, I'll immediately strike his name from the slave rolls!"
"Whoever captures that woman alive, I'll make him a lord with a million people under his command at once!"
Long Nu, whose flat snake head bore two ferocious ox horns, was leading an elite main-force army of fifty thousand men straight toward the territory of that minor lord, the Four-armed Naga.
As he advanced at breakneck speed, he used every means of communication to direct the other units fighting in coordination with him.
To stir up the slaves' enthusiasm, he repeated his rewards over and over again.
Above all, this opportunity was simply too important to him.
Originally, with his strength and military achievements, he should absolutely have been granted the title of Demon King and gained a higher standing within the family.
But because of his bloodline and that bizarre appearance of his, he had been treated as a disgrace within the family.
He did not even have the right to attend family banquets!
For all these years, he had thought every moment of washing away this disgrace born of his bloodline.
But how could that possibly be easy!
That was the disgrace of bloodline!
He could raise his cultivation, even risk his life to earn vast military merit, but his inborn appearance and the blood flowing through him nailed him to the family's pillar of shame.
But this time was different!
A divine oracle!
Shewa, the War God of Counter-Battle, had issued a divine oracle. So long as he captured the woman mentioned in it, not to mention his family—even the Demon God Hall, which was most particular about bloodlines, would not be able to reject