Chapter 101 - Start Of The Battle Of Ranks (1/2)

The races lowered their heads and kept silent, not daring to make a noise lest the Devil King chose to vent his rage on them.

However, not all the races were afraid of the Devil King's overbearing attitude.

”What is he raging for? It isn't like the supreme clans were the only ones that had lost promising youths.” From the Werewolf side, a brown wolf glanced at the Devil King in disdain.

The latter's voice wasn't low and neither did it hold any fear, making the surrounding races look up at him in admiration. They themselves were held back by the chains of fear.

However, that didn't prevent them from appreciation the bravery of the beast.

Daring to speak within the presence of the Devil King, only a member of the Werewolf tribe was capable of such an act.

The Devil King, though fuming, did not lose his mind. He was clear on whom to loose his temper. The earlier beating from the Werewolf King was still fresh in his mind, as such, he acted as if he hadn't heard the remark.

Turning towards the less daunting Snake clan, he spoke with a hidden threat in his tone.

”Snake clan, your serpentine is quite daring, isn't she? I guess she has no fear of the fledglings from your clan meeting with a mishap in the future, hmm?”

”Of course. In the end, our serpentines know that only the strong have the right to walk in this realm. As for others, they only know to talk and shamelessly blame others for their own uselessness.” Not willing to be outdone, Queen Nakee shot back with equal force.

”You! Hmph, very good! I see your clan truly has become fearless.”

”It's not that we have become fearless, Devil King, but you seem to forget that the Snake clan is no lower in status than your Seeking Evil clan. What makes you think that you can threaten us as you please? Do you truly believe that we fear you?”

Because of the Snake clans silence over the past few years, the other five clans had began to take them as pushovers.

However, Queen Nakee's sudden fearless confrontation with the Devil King opened their eyes and made them realize that the Snake clan today was no longer the same one from the past.

Starting with the ferocious serpentine in the Battle of Wars, the Snake Queen herself was not one to be underestimated.

Not expecting such a sharp reply, the Devil King was shocked by the fierce look in Queen Nakee's eyes. He felt like he was dreaming.

How did the meek and silent Snake clan suddenly become tough and prickly?

He felt as if he had unknowingly stepped into a hornet's nest.

It had never even occurred to him that the clan he thought he could vent his anger on, would no longer be the same meek clan. The clan that had lowered its head in order to avoid trouble and scrub an ignoble existence.

The Demon Queen observed the happening with clenched teeth and anxious expression.

'What is going on here? Why does it seem as if everything is slipping out of my hand?'

With every passing second, the Demon Queen felt like her many years of planning were foiling before her very eyes. The Snake clan that should've slowly disappeared from the ranks of the Six Supreme Clans was gaining prestige, while her own clan was on the brink of falling to the last place.

'No! This cannot go on. The Supreme Elder. I need to urge the Supreme Elder to take action sooner.'

Shifting her vision to the Bloodsucking clan's location, the Demon Queen sought out the vampire with anxiety brimming in her heart.

'The Supreme Elder. Where is he? Why can't I find his figure?'

She was about to lose her mind.

”Rona, calm down and look carefully. He must be among the other vampire elders. You need to calm down and look carefully.” After repeatedly whispering the same words to herself for a while, Rona Mai was finally able to calm herself down.

Looking towards the Bloodsucking clan's location again, she began her search anew. However, no matter how long and how closely she scanned the vampires, she could not find the Supreme Elder's figure.

”Where in the Nar did he go?” She was dumbfounded.

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Splash!

Versailles swept her golden tail, squashing a batch of minotaurs. Blood splattered and the thick metallic scent cloaked the valley.

”Little Amose, hang on for a little longer. I am almost done here.” Although she was in the middle of executing an entire generation's race, Versailles hadn't forgotten about her little friend.

”Woof, Woof!” The little beast, now on her scaly back, hopped around in delight.

Coiling her golden tail around her snake body, she span in place and created an encompassing vacuum that shattered the bones and tore up the flesh of the immobile beasts.

Slithering in the air like an ancient dragon, she changed her upper body back into human and wielded flame arrows in each hand, resuming her dance of blood and gore.

Not able to move or dodge, the races of the Nar realm awaited their death with vacant eyes.