The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 1699 477: City of Quagmire_6

If their land were worth even a little more, there probably wouldn't be any so-called "Northern Relief Army," but a "Southwest Pioneer Team" instead.

Of course, that was just Sak's own opinion. Although he'd been lucky enough to see the outside world, he still didn't know that much about the Human world—especially the part about Saint Sis, and the blood ties between the Ryan people and the Campbell people.

But if he really had to come up with a reason, "power" might serve as a very good explanation.

Just as Tartak had said, that Kun Jia didn't give a damn about the situation of the River Bay Tribes, so how could he possibly be kind enough to help them reclaim their lost homeland?

That raised hand, which looked like it was about to slap, didn't necessarily have to land on the Campbell people's backside.

Anyway, when he saw how this Chieftain of the Stone Lizard Clan had been beaten into such obedient submission, it wasn't hard to guess who that slap had actually landed on.

But if that was the case… then Kun Jia definitely wouldn't cooperate.

Looking at this group of poor relatives whose eyes were shining with expectation, Sak suddenly felt things had become rather tricky, and he completely failed to notice Octo—the one Lord Demon King had sent to follow him—quietly watching him the whole time.

That look seemed to be saying: What's so tricky about this?

Right at that moment, a commotion suddenly came from outside the tent; a dense trampling of footsteps blew into the tent along with a hoarse, low voice.

"The Southwest Swamp does not welcome Humans."

The instant he heard that voice, Tartak's scales lost all color, and the Chieftains in the tent all tensed up.

Sensing the ill intent of the newcomer, several Campbell Scouts reacted as if facing a great enemy, each of them gripping the Short Flintlock Gun at his waist.

Sak also turned around, only to see a tall figure standing behind him at some unknown point, blocking the entrance of the tent.

It was an extremely young Merfolk, his skin a dangerous gray-blue, his eyes gleaming with shark-like cruelty and greed.

This was Kun Jia.

"You shouldn't have come here."

Feeling that chilling killing intent, Sak's pupils shrank slightly.

This is…

Divine General Level?!

Or, by the Old Continent's standard—

This guy is silver!

Seeing the "timidity" in this winged fellow's eyes, a savage grin crept onto Kun Jia's face, his hand already resting on the short blade at his waist.

He didn't care in the slightest whether he offended the Campbell Duchy. Anyway, he and his people could just turn around and jump into the sea; they weren't about to clash head-on with Campbell Cavalry.

As for those few Flintlock Guns, he didn't take them seriously at all.

If they wanted to use those things against him, they'd need to send at least a Hundred-man Team!

Yet just as Kun Jia was about to give this winged bug a quick death, a tall figure suddenly stepped forward, standing between him and Sak.

Kun Jia paused slightly, feeling that this Lizardman in front of him looked somewhat familiar, a bit like the ones who had found him back then… uh, the Earth Dragon Clan?

He thought that was what they were called.

Only, the aura this guy gave off was completely different from those little fellows in the Maze; he couldn't gauge his depth at all.

Especially those faded pupils of his—they were downright chilling!

"Octo."

The Lizardman looked at Kun Jia, who was sizing him up, and quietly reported his name. Then, without waiting for him to speak, an aura no longer suppressed burst out all at once!

Feeling that overwhelming pressure rushing at him, Kun Jia's pupils contracted sharply, a trace of astonishment flashing across his scale-taut face.

This guy—

"No one can stand in the way… of Your Majesty."

"W-wait—" Kun Jia cried out in shock as he stepped back, wanting to speak and make peace, but it was already too late.

"You. Go die."

Two Scimitars had somehow appeared in Octo's hands; he moved so fast that no one even saw when he drew them.

A streak of silver flashed across Kun Jia's neck, freezing the terror on his face and sealing off the half of his sentence that never made it out.

Blood sprayed over half the tent.

Facing the dumbstruck crowd, Octo silently sheathed his Scimitars at his waist, not sparing so much as a glance at the Merfolk head that had rolled to the ground.

In the end, it was Sak who broke the silence.

Looking at these "poor relatives" who were completely stunned, he cleared his throat lightly.

"So… should we maybe talk business now?"