nagpurpolice Chapter 619 Devil Tribe’s Alliance With Northern Cosmos Devil Race
Chapter 619 Devil Tribe’s Alliance With Northern Cosmos Devil Race
Chapter 619 Devil Tribe's Alliance With Northern Cosmos Devil Race
Matriarch Xifeng clenched her fists, a battle raging within. The promise of unimaginable power for her tribe was intoxicating, but the prospect of submitting to a human, especially one so young, filled her with a primal rage. Yet, logic prevailed. Betrayal was now a luxury she couldn't afford.
With a resigned sigh, she followed him, her steps heavy with apprehension. The journey to his chamber was a blur, filled with a tense silence that spoke volumes. Finally, they arrived at a room that reeked of opulence and power.
The following hours were a whirlwind of passion and domination. Wang Jian, fueled by his ambition and the potent devilish aura that now surrounded him, systematically dismantled Matriarch Xifeng's defenses. Her initial resistance melted away in the face of his relentless pursuit, replaced by a primal ecstasy she had never known.
By the time dawn peeked through the window, Matriarch Xifeng lay sprawled amidst a tangle of silken sheets, her body utterly spent. Shame gnawed at her, but it was overshadowed by a strange sense of satisfaction. The power coursing through her veins was undeniable, a potent energy humming beneath her skin.
Wang Jian, ever the pragmatist, kept his promise. He produced a single Bloodline Evolution Pellet, its surface shimmering with an otherworldly glow. With a cruel twist of his lips, he held it aloft, forcing Matriarch Xifeng to plead for it. Finally, sated and humbled, she received the pellet, her eyes filled with a desperate hunger.
As she swallowed it whole, the room pulsed with dark energy. Matriarch Xifeng screamed, a primal howl tearing through the chamber. Her body writhed and contorted in agony, her obsidian claws tearing at the sheets. Then, just as abruptly, the transformation subsided. A new Matriarch Xifeng stood before him, taller, her eyes burning with infernal light.
"Behold," she growled, her voice deeper, resonating with power. "The true potential of the Obsidian Claw Devil Bloodline!"
Wang Jian studied her with a satisfied nod. "Excellent. Now, spread the word. The Blue Moon Eclipse Tribe possesses further pellets. Those who wish to claim their rightful power need only approach Queen Xiulan."
Matriarch Xifeng bowed, her newfound loyalty unquestionable, at least for now. The seeds of deception had been sown, and a web of lies and control had begun to tighten its grip on the Devil Tribes.
Days turned into weeks as Wang Jian embarked on a whirlwind tour of the remaining tribes. He visited the Crimson Horned Devil Tribe, where Patriarch Moloch, a mountain of a man, reluctantly offered his eldest daughter, a fearsome warrior named Xio Ling. After a night of raw passion, Wang Jian rewarded Moloch with the coveted pellets, subtly reminding him that the source for acquiring more lay with Queen Xiulan.
Ku Rong remained unflinching, his voice steady. "We understand your esteemed lineage, Mo Yu," he countered, "but times have changed. The Eastern Devil Starry Expanse presents an opportunity for mutual prosperity. We propose a trade alliance, an exchange of resources, weapons, and perhaps even array formations. With our combined might, we can dominate the other Devil Tribes and carve a new empire in this cosmos."
He reached into his storage ring and produced a small, exquisitely carved vial. With a flourish, he uncorked it. A wave of potent devilish essence, raw and untamed, surged outwards, filling the chamber. Mo Yu's eyes narrowed, surprise flickering across his arrogant facade.
"This," Ku Rong continued, his voice resonating with newfound confidence, "is the essence of my master, Patriarch Moloch of the Crimson Horned Devil Tribe. It signifies our sincerity."
Mo Yu extended a clawed hand, inspecting the vial with keen interest. He couldn't deny the power emanating from it, a power that rivaled some of the most potent bloodlines within his own race. Intrigue flickered in his eyes.
"An alliance based on mutual benefit," Mo Yu mused, stroking his obsidian chin. "It's a... novel concept. But I cannot make such a decision alone. I shall consult with my advisors. You will be given an answer shortly."
Ku Rong bowed once more, relief washing over him. He had achieved his objective, planting the seed of an alliance. Now, he could only hope that the fertile ground of greed would nurture it into a formidable force. As he was escorted out of the palace, he couldn't help but steal a glance at the crimson moon hanging low in the inky sky. A strange sense of foreboding settled over him.
Meanwhile, within his opulent chamber in the Blue Moon Eclipse Devil Tribe's palace, Wang Jian received Ku Rong's report with a satisfied smirk. The Devil Race's leader was arrogant, as expected, but also pragmatic. The promise of resources and dominance was a tempting bait. Now, it was a waiting game.
A day after Ku Rong's audience, Mo Yu, the Devil Race leader, summoned the envoy once more. The air crackled with a different energy now, an undercurrent of anticipation replacing the earlier arrogance.
"We accept your proposition," Mo Yu declared, his voice resonating with power. "The Devil Race considers a trade alliance with the Crimson Horned Devil Tribe a logical step. However, our needs are specific."
Ku Rong straightened, his heart pounding a hopeful rhythm. "Of course, esteemed Mo Yu," he responded, bowing low. "Please enlighten us on your requirements."
Mo Yu's advisors, a group of hulking figures radiating an aura of raw power, stepped forward.