I, Unlimited Stream, European Emperor

Chapter 979 : The demon species on the lower gram.

"It takes only 50 kilograms of grain seeds for one clansman to successfully open the door. Leader, isn't the price of this business too high?"

After leaving the tauren tribe, the werewolves split into two groups, one was to approach the carnivorous expeditionary army, and the other was to take the tauren instructors to the werewolf training base.

When approaching the carnivore's expeditionary army, the werewolves who were oppressed by the door openers in the tauren tribe seemed to be a little dissatisfied.

"The grain seeds that the sage can provide are not unlimited. The clansman's own cultivation is not enough, not to mention that we have recruited the fox clan before—"

The blood-bad ability user who was headed by the tauren tribe before heard the question from his subordinates and sighed slightly.

"This business is indeed not worth it, but we can only suffer from it. Before the arrival, Lord Sage has already given me the bottom line price. In fact, the other party did not directly sell the secret technique to us at a fixed price. It’s been our luck.”

"As for food, if the clan tightens their stomachs a little, at least it will be much better than before."

"...Leader, how should we treat the herbivorous tribes this time?"

"One yard owned by a yard."

The leader suddenly showed a cold sneer, stared into the distance, and said word by word, "It was a shopping mall before, but now it is a battlefield. The former lost because we were passive, but now—"

"It's their passivity."

"Master Sage once said that winning or losing in the business field should accept defeat honestly, but Mr. Sage never said that we are not allowed to have personal enmity on the battlefield, right?"

Hearing this sentence, all the werewolves showed ferocious smiles. As the leader said, business is business, but on the battlefield, there is no need to show mercy to those plant-eating species.

The severed head is still military merit; the resources collected are still wealth.

"Listen, we are still newbies in business."

"But on the battlefield, we are theirs..."

The voice of the werewolf leader was full of passionate fighting intent, and he showed a fanatical smile, but the words had not yet fallen, but suddenly——

His throat seemed to be stuck by something, his gaze was fixed on the distant sky, and his eyeballs seemed to protrude.

A group of werewolves followed his gaze, and in an instant...

Everyone's expressions froze.

Just above the sky nearly a thousand meters away, the clouds that look like cumulonimbus clouds from a distance can clearly see rolling flesh and blood monsters at this moment.

At first they thought it was light gray clouds, but they didn't see clusters of blood-red figures passing through the light gray until they got closer.

The smell of blood is in the air——

Suddenly, the cloud layer trembled. Immediately, what was originally thought to be a thunderous sound, but at this moment, it could be clearly heard that it belonged to the screams of living things.

The huge thing that screamed was a gray whale, a whale that could fly in the clouds, and was not afraid of threats from other races, and the huge thing that swam above the sky could only be a kind of existence.

"Phantasma—"

The monster second only to the gods...

At this moment, mourning is being issued.

The atmosphere is trembling, like a giant moving city, a monster with a diameter and length of no less than 2000 meters, is rolling and whining in the clouds at this moment, and huge drops of blood are continuously dripping onto the ground. above the ground.

"It... is being hunted."

The voice of the werewolf trembled. In the world of more than 20 years, the highest-ranking species he had seen was only the dragon spirits that had once leaped across the sky. At this moment, even dozens of dragon spirits were required to defeat the higher-ranking monsters. The existence of the phantom species, second only to the gods——

At this moment, he was screaming in the clouds, being hunted and killed by the tumbling red figure.

"What are those things?"

He was questioning, his eyesight could barely see the real appearance of those red figures, but he couldn't believe it, those red figures were clearly long monster snakes, no...

If the dark purple skin is covered on their surface, the werewolves can confidently say that these red figures should be the most common species among the demon species, "basilisk"——

Among the demon species, they are not considered to be higher-level species. "Insect monsters", "basilisk monsters", "giant monsters", and "monsters" are just slightly higher than the worm monsters that are the basis for reproduction of the demon species. The product, even his sharp claws can easily tear those basilisks apart.

And this moment.

Those densely packed basilisks are holding tightly to the monster that can easily destroy the werewolf tribe, tearing its flesh and blood...

at the same time--

Under the clouds, there seemed to be a giant blood-colored cocoon that was gestating something, and it swelled again and again along with the mournful cry of the giant gray whale.

"Those basilisks, why did they attack the fantasy species? Aren't they creatures made by the "Devil Lord"? "

The demon species is a mutated individual of the fantasy species, the cannon fodder created by the existence called "devil king". Compared with the fighting power of the fantasy species itself, the demon species is indeed just an existence called cannon fodder.

And at this moment-

These humble creatures, who were originally slaves of the phantasy species, brutally bit the fellow race of their creator, hunting and killing the superior race that they should have sacrificed their lives to protect.

"Something is going to happen."

The werewolf murmured, his face gradually turned pale, the number of phantom species is not much, and their orcs have also obtained some information about gods and phantom species from some information left by goblins, and the number of phantom species surviving in the world will not exceed Ten, and now—

If this phantom species is hunted down, there is no doubt that other phantom species will rush to this battlefield one after another. On this small plain where the orcs can barely survive, they will start a war that can destroy the continent .

"Return to the clan at full speed!"

He turned around, with terrified eyes, and said to the group of werewolves, "Once the phantom species die, this land will be involved in the war between phantasy species and demon species... If our family is involved in this war , will only be affected to death by the aftermath of their fighting."