The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 1706 479: The Times Are Changing Too Fast_3

Bullets rained down like a storm!

The Lizardmen of the Old Continent faced the baptism that the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom had once encountered.

The sea pirates roaming the Vortex Sea had never witnessed such terrifying firepower before, thinking they were under attack from a fully equipped battalion of a thousand from the Campbell Duchy!

After suffering heavy casualties, these remnants of Kun Jia learned their lesson.

They stopped targeting those dangerous supply convoys, opting instead to assassinate the "Campbell" scouts who were venturing deep into the swamp to pioneer and map the area.

This time, they chose the right target but also provoked the wrong people.

When the third scout's body was found by the sluice gate on the construction site, the new owner's patience had clearly reached its limit.

On this day, Tartak was inspecting the foundations of a newly erected stilt house when a gaunt figure appeared silently behind him.

"Chieftain Tartak."

The voice was like a boot squelching in a mud swamp covered with dry leaves, making the old chieftain's heart clench tightly as he shakily turned around.

He saw the face of the person; it was Zerick, clan leader of the Guardian Clan, rumored to be the "Special Zone Governor" from the Gutaf United Kingdom, guiding their work.

Though he always felt like he came from the neighboring Maze, not the distant Gana Continent at all.

"Zerick... sir." Tartak bowed his head respectfully, not daring to look at those cold eyes, as if just one more glance would rob his aged soul.

"There are a few rats nibbling on the master's granary."

Zerick's voice was flat, as if discussing a trivial matter that had nothing to do with him, yet seemingly suppressing a fury, "They're hiding in the mangroves at the estuary, refusing to accept the 'Dragon God's' mercy... What do you think we should do?"

Tartak swallowed hard.

"Whatever you say, sir."

These guys were just seaweed drifting in from the sea; he couldn't care less about their life or death. He had initially not even agreed to let them stay; they forcefully stayed themselves.

As for those young men led astray by them...

They'd have to fend for themselves.

Even the Dragon God couldn't protect all Lizardmen; how could he, a chieftain, save all his people?

"Then it's settled."

Zerick let out a soft, sibilant laugh, speaking in a cold and deliberate voice.

"Chieftain, you were the first to embrace the new era. I think you might be interested in observing how we guide those lost souls... to rebirth."

"Observe..."

"Indeed." Zerick turned, a strange glint flashing in his slit-pupils in the shadow, "After all, we are all 'Children of the Dragon God,' aren't we? We should deepen our understanding of each other, right?"

Tartak felt a chill climbing up his spine from his tailbone, unable to refuse, he silently followed behind him.

Meanwhile, in the Great Graveyard, Taufu sneezed while napping, cautiously peeking at the bottom of a basket.

Good—

Alakdo wasn't there!

She sighed in relief, turned over, and continued to sleep.

Lately, laying eggs every day was making her body feel completely drained by the Demon King.

...

In the mangroves at the estuary, the air was thick with the stench of salt and decay.

Twisted roots like claws from the Abyss stretched out from the black mud, interweaving to form a natural maze.

Sunlight was blocked out, with only a few rays piercing through the dense canopy, illuminating the blood and oil floating on the water.

Those roots might not all be naturally formed.

Beneath the forest's shadows stood several cloaked figures with pointed ears, their skin pale and eyes cold, as if gazing at hundreds of filthy rats.

Under their gaze, deep within a thicket of twisted trees, hundreds of stubborn Lizardmen raiders were driven to desperation.

Backed against a wall of impassable roots, they faced a group of silent Guardian Clan warriors, desperately waving rusty fish spears and bone knives.

Under the lead of the Demon King, the Guardian Clan was no longer the small bugs at their mercy as before, especially now with many of the Demon King's "Chosen Ones" mingled among them.

The leading Merfolk chief had one eye blind, letting out a desperate howl, "Land scum! And you traitorous swamp crawlers! You'll never—"

Zerick had no interest in his nonsense.

Standing on a dry high ground, side by side with Tartak, he coldly watched this group of warriors at the end of their rope.

Tartak glared and cursed.

"Silence! The Stone Lizard Clan are land-based lizards; why do you goldfish who swam ashore think you can say such things about us!"

This remark made the Merfolk chief's fin twist with anger, but he couldn't come up with a retort immediately.

The Stone Lizard Clan lads who followed the Merfolk wanted to speak up but found themselves out of breath.

Tartak softened his tone, speaking earnestly.

"For the sake of our common faith in the Dragon God, it's not too late to turn back—"

Before he could finish, Zerick turned his head, looking at the old chieftain as if he had said something stupid.

"Surrender? Chieftain Tartak, what are you talking about?"

The Lizardmen's faith in the Dragon God was true.

But his faith lay with the Demon King, only now acting in the name of the Dragon God.

Before Tartak could speak, the leader of the Guardian Clan looked forward again, speaking slowly and coldly.