area51novel Chapter 88 Departure
Chapter 88 Departure
Chapter 88 Departure
The weather can change drastically, and so can battle.
Battles between high-ranking gods come quickly and end quickly.
However, the result was obviously not so pleasant.
Even though Ogas had invited a demon in advance, this Thousand Shadow Demon was only a four-star demon, which was considered relatively ordinary among the higher gods.
With the combined efforts of the two avatars of the god Ogas and the Thousand Shadow Demon, the Ten Thousand Serpents only had three high-level gods. However, the Thousand Shadow Demon was only invited, and if they were to face a life-or-death crisis, he would certainly not fight as desperately as the Ten Thousand Serpents.
Sometimes battles are like this: one side is willing to fight and kill, while the other side has people who want to conserve their strength to deal with some kind of crisis.
"It's over."
Karl looked up at the sky. The Thousand Shadow Demon could have easily withstood the attack, but in order to conserve its strength, it had instead dodged to the side instead of facing it head-on.
With that dodge, Halett freed his hands, and in the blink of an eye, he was beside Enter Milton.
"Let's join forces and destroy one of his divine clones first!"
Dark blue, pitch black, and crimson—the three powers of a superior god vanished in an instant, and one of Orgas's superior god clones was severely injured.
"Hurry up!"
Karl didn't want to see what would happen next; from the current perspective, the possibility of Ogas' defeat was extremely high.
Soon, Karl led a group of people and flew from the outer perimeter towards the Golden Dragon Tribe. Other mid-level gods also made similar moves.
Almost in the blink of an eye, most of the Blood Tiger tribe's mid-level gods flew away.
"When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter."
Karl glanced wistfully at Ogas behind him, who was already showing signs of defeat, and sighed softly in his heart.
The Blood Tiger Tribe was considered to be of average status among the surrounding tribes, but Ogas was too greedy. The lower-level gods in the tribe were in a better position, since there were many of them. Raising a Crimson Tiger could earn tens of thousands of inkstones in ten thousand years, but in reality, the tribe would only give them two or three thousand inkstones at most. If they wanted more, they would have to raise more Crimson Tigers.
These missing inkstones were actually kept by Ogas. In his eyes, the lower and middle gods of the tribe were merely his wealth.
Although other tribal leaders shared similar ideas, the extent to which they put them into practice differed.
Just like the Golden Dragon Tribe, the reason why it became the strongest tribe in the area was because the Golden Dragon Tribe had produced no fewer than ten high-ranking gods in its history.
Just as a lower-level god needs ten thousand years to nurture a lower-level artifact, it can only be sold for a maximum of five inkstones in the Blood Tiger Tribe, while buying it would cost at least six inkstones.
However, in the Golden Dragon Tribe, the price of a lower-level artifact is only seven inkstones.
As for the fact that in Beihai City, lower-level artifacts are usually sold for eight inkstones, but buying them costs ten inkstones, it seems unreasonable, but there is a reason for its existence.
Because those who can afford to buy lower-level artifacts in Beihai City are mostly from wealthy families, the so-called second-generation gods, and such people would not care about the difference of a few inkstones.
This applies to lower-level gods, but those who reach the level of middle-level gods through their own cultivation will be better off, as Ogas will still give them some rewards. In reality, these rewards are income for the next ten thousand years, which means they are distributed in advance.
Selling a mid-tier artifact within a tribe only yields 6,000 inkstones, but purchasing it from a tribe requires at least 15,000 inkstones.
Especially items at the level of mid-tier artifacts are not allowed to be traded privately within the Blood Tiger Tribe.
This is similar to the Soul Gold Bead that Karl sold. If it had been sold during the time of a mid-level god, it could only have been sold to the tribe, and the purchase price would not have exceeded 70,000 Inkstones at most.
Because the benefits in the tribe are very low, most of those who stay are people who don't have much ambition. For such a group to produce a high god is almost like a dream.
At least since the Blood Tiger tribe was founded, no second high god has ever appeared in the entire tribe.
Soon, the eleven people left the territory of the Blood Tiger Tribe. Now, it is highly likely that Ogas is dead, and at least the Blood Tiger Tribe is definitely finished. Whether the mid-level gods can survive depends on whether Ang Milton and the others are willing to show mercy. However, most mid-level gods will not put their lives on the mercy of one person.
As for the lower-level gods, the more people there are, the more dangerous it is. Even though Karl knows a few lower-level god friends in the Blood Tiger tribe, when it's time to run away, Karl doesn't dare to stay behind and take them with him.
"My lord, the Golden Dragon Tribe is just ahead."
Golden Dragon Tribe!
Karl looked up and saw that the mountain range where the Golden Dragon Tribe stood was truly endless. As far as he knew, the area occupied by this tribe was at least tens of thousands of miles in radius.
Although mid-level gods are much stronger than low-level gods, without the protection of a tribe, even if they can survive, their lives will be very difficult.
"Who goes there? Stop right there!"
Just as Karl and the others were about to approach, a group of figures suddenly appeared in the mountains ahead. Each of them exuded the aura of a mid-level god, and one of them was even undetectable to Karl.
"Higher God!"
Karl was shocked. He hadn't expected to encounter a high god blocking his way before even entering the Golden Dragon Tribe.
"What do you people do? Where did you come from?"
"My lord, we are from the Blood Tiger Tribe. Just now, our leader, Lord Ogas, was killed by Angter Milton and his allies. We had nowhere to go for the time being, so we thought we would try our luck at the Golden Dragon Tribe."
The speaker wasn't one of Karl's people, but rather another captain-level figure.
When Ogas showed signs of decline, it wasn't just Karl and his group who chose to flee. In fact, there were no fewer than forty people who came to the Golden Dragon Tribe this time, and all of them were mid-level gods.
"The Blood Tiger Tribe?"
The high god glanced at those who had fled ahead of time, and actually didn't have much affection for them.
After all, their leader was still fighting, and they ran away before he even joined the Golden Dragon Tribe. Even if they joined the tribe, they couldn't stand by each other through thick and thin. Does the tribe need people like that?
"Our Golden Dragon Tribe is no longer accepting new members, unless they are recommended by the Purple Thorn Army. We don't accept anyone else," the high god said coldly.
Upon hearing the words of this high god, Karl and the others' expressions immediately changed.
Without the tribe's shelter, life in hell is hardly secure.
"May I ask your name, sir? May we wait here for an opportunity to travel to Beihai City?" Karl flew forward a few steps and shouted loudly to the crowd opposite him.