The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

The shadows of the trees on the outskirts of the forest grew sparse, and a strange atmosphere filled the air as the delegation of the Sand Ridge Tribe finally arrived near the Demon King's camp.

Standing at the edge of the woods, Siya gently pulled down the hood of her Storm Cloak, revealing her light brown scales tinged with gold and her slender amber eyes.

She squinted, gazing ahead, and softly murmured to herself.

"We've finally arrived."

Nema stood quietly behind Siya, resembling a gray-brown statue, with cold sharpness and vigilance gleaming in her deep green eyes.

Her scales subtly changed with the colors of the environment, allowing her to almost blend seamlessly with the surrounding trees while standing in the shadow.

At this moment, her gaze was fixed on the busy skeleton soldiers and corpse ghosts ahead, her voice low and hoarse, with a faint trace of fear.

"These guys are all 'undead'. Are we... really going to join them?"

The so-called undead are spirits.

In the culture of the Gana Continent, those whose faith is not steadfast enough will be forsaken by the divine, and after death, with nowhere to go, wander like lonely spirits in the wilderness.

Siya did not turn around but responded softly.

"But from another perspective, if they can accept the undead, why can't they accept the living? That Demon King isn't undead; we saw it with our own eyes."

On the day of the decisive battle between the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom and the Demon King Army, they were on the nearby mountains, witnessing the entire process and even capturing a few fugitives from the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom.

Later, they decapitated those Armored Dragon Clan members and placed their heads into a cart filled with the heads of the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom's delegation, all as gifts for Lord Demon King.

"I'm just worried... they'll turn us into that," Nema said in a low voice.

Siya was silent for a moment, then said softly.

"Don't be quick to judge, Nema. Since we're here, let's first see for ourselves what the Demon King really is, and then we'll decide."

If she could exchange her own safety for the prosperity of the entire tribe, she had no complaints.

However, Siya felt she probably wouldn't encounter any danger.

Previously, a lizardman from the Wind Howl Clan landed near this camp, and didn't he also leave peacefully in the end?

Unlike the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom, which would cut the head and heart from their messengers without hesitation, these outsiders who call themselves the Demon King Army are ruthless on the battlefield, giving their enemies no room to breathe, yet they have not set a precedent for killing messengers.

The two slowly stepped into the camp's outskirts, secretly observing the Demon King Army's encampment along the way, growing more and more shocked with each sight.

A vast forest was swiftly cut down into a wide and flat clearing, with giant Earth Cave Spiders wielding their sharp limbs and mouthparts, uprooting dense trees.

On the hill, a fortress rapidly rose from the ground, boulders piled up into walls like a coiled giant dragon... these were buildings she had never seen before.

What shocked Siya even more were the strangely designed apparatus scattered around the camp's periphery, some capable of lifting enormous stones, and others quickly transporting piles of timber from the east side of the camp to the west.

This is incredible!

And those massive metal tubular weapons... could they be the ones that brought down a fiery rain of punishment upon the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom's positions?

She felt an indescribable sense of oppression.

It wasn't based on any extraordinary power, but pure strength.

Siya was silent for a long time and sighed softly.

"No wonder the thirty thousand elites of the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom were so easily defeated by them... this power is truly astonishing."

Nema furrowed her scaley brow, betraying her unease.

"Can this kind of power truly be trusted? If they turn against us, how would we defend ourselves?"

Siya heard this and remained silent for a long time, a hint of helplessness flickering in her gentle eyes.

Turning to look at Nema, she spoke softly.

"Without a doubt, we cannot withstand them just as we cannot withstand the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom; they both possess the power to instantly destroy us... The only difference is, within the Demon King Army, we can see lizardmen, albeit a variety we've never encountered. But conversely, have you ever seen any figure from the Sand Ridge Clan on the lands of the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom?"

"They have never accepted us, driving us from the mountains to the forests, stripping away our water source, forcing us into barren deserts, and barring us from honoring Mother Earth at the Sun Step Mountain Range... The Demon King Army is surely not to be trusted, but is the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom any more trustworthy?"

Nema fell silent.

Indeed.

Her mother had died in the war with the Armored Dragon Clan.

Siya paused for a moment, then continued.

"...The great mother of our clan saw through the deceitful Holy King at a glance; for the past thousand years, they hadn't remembered the ancient covenant until today when they couldn't win, suddenly recalling the agreement with us to jointly maintain the Great Barrier. Even if they hypocritically propose an alliance, it's only to deplete our strength, sending us to die first, and then crush us completely at the last moment. Therefore, we might as well side with Lord Demon King; perhaps there's still a glimmer of hope."

Reality is harsh.

Before a powerful tribe, a weaker tribe does not possess the right to decide their own fate; they can only choose the relatively more cultured option.