Deities: Starting From Goblins
/ Deities: Starting From Goblins Chapter 1316
Chapter 1316: Chapter 722 Mandated by Heaven Chapter 1316: Chapter 722 Mandated by Heaven “But you must remember,” Lord Logan's voice was deep and powerful, “if you have chosen to serve the Demon Race, you must dedicate yourself wholeheartedly to their cause. This is not just a verbal commitment, but the guideline for your future actions. The Demon Race doesn't support idlers, nor do they tolerate any betrayal or 'Different Heart.' Should you show the slightest slackness or dissent, I will not be lenient! I shall personally cast you into a place of eternal damnation, making you regret your initial choice!” Each word seemed to carry the weight of a thousand pounds, heavily crashing into the heart of the Flood Dragon.
The Flood Dragon, upon hearing this, felt immense relief, as if a massive stone had been lifted from his heart. He knew he had finally made the right choice. He quickly responded respectfully, “Thank you, my lord! I will exert all my efforts, to serve the Demon Race like a dog or a horse! I won't hesitate to walk through fire and water! Please rest assured, from now on, in life I belong to the Demon Race, and in death, I will be a ghost of the Demon Race!” His voice was firm and resolute, filled with determination and belief in the future.
In the great hall, the Demon Race soldiers burst into applause and cheers, praising Lord Logan's wise decision. They knew that the Flood Dragon's inclusion added a significant strength to the Demon Race. Under the protection of the Demon Race, the Flood Dragon had finally found his belonging, feeling an unprecedented sense of belonging and security, as if he had found the harbor of his life.
However, deep in the dark and mysterious palace of the Demon Race, the massive body of the Flood Dragon trembled slightly. He felt an unprecedented nervousness and unease, as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping his throat. His eyes widened, staring at the lord seated on the throne ahead, filled with confusion and bewilderment. This lord bore the last name Dragon, a rare surname within the Demon Race. In the Demon Race, the Dragon surname often signified nobility and power, which aroused intense curiosity about the lord's identity.
“Lord, are… are you really from the Dragon Clan?” the Flood Dragon finally couldn't help asking, his voice trembling with reverence. He knew his question might be presumptuous, but the doubts in his heart surged like a tide, unable to be suppressed.
Lord Logan, hearing this, smiled slightly, a mysterious and profound expression crossing his face. “Hehe, Flood Dragon, why are you so interested in my identity? In the Demon Race, identity and surname are not important; what matters is your strength and loyalty. However, since you asked, I might as well tell you. Indeed, I am deeply connected to the Dragon Clan, but what of it? In the Demon Race, I am just an ordinary soldier like you, fighting for the future of our race.” Lord Logan's voice was calm and indifferent, as if speaking of something unrelated to himself.
Flood Dragon, upon hearing this, felt enlightened. No matter what the lord's identity was, he was a leader worthy of his respect and loyalty. He bowed deeply, his voice firm, “My lord, I understand! No matter who you are, I will serve you wholeheartedly! To serve the Demon Race!” His eyes sparkled with determination as if he could already see his future path.
“Could it be, my lord, that you and he are acquainted?” a Demon Race soldier whispered beside the Flood Dragon, his voice as soft as a mosquito yet filled with cautious probing. He slightly tilted his head, glancing at the lord seated on the throne with peripheral vision, trying to catch a clue from the lord's expression. He sensed a subtle and complex atmosphere between the lord and the Flood Dragon, a kind of invisible web that made the bystanders feel uneasy.
“Or has he wronged you in some way before? Do we need to take action?” another soldier joined in, his voice low but revealing a strong hostility and vigilance. He clenched the weapons in his hands, his eyes flashing with sharp light, ready to charge forward and clear any obstacles for the lord. They all knew that on the Demon Race's territory, any minor disturbance could not be taken lightly, especially when the situation appeared calm yet turbulent underneath.
Flood Dragon, hearing these words, felt even more nervous, as if a massive stone was pressing on his heart, making it difficult to breathe. He stood rooted in place, daring not to move, fearing that any action might provoke the lord and lead to unnecessary trouble. His mind raced, trying to figure out how he might have offended the lord, but to no avail. He truly had no prior interactions or offenses with this lord!
“My lord, I… I really don't know you, nor have I ever wronged you!” Flood Dragon finally mustered the courage to say, his voice weak but full of helplessness and fear. He knew he was at the mercy of others like a fish on a chopping block, but he still hoped for a chance to escape this awkward situation.
Lord Logan slightly lifted his head, his deep eyes seemingly able to peer into people's hearts. He glanced at the Flood Dragon, then at the surrounding Demon Race soldiers, a faint smile curling on his lips. “Hehe, there is no need to be so tense. I and this brother Flood Dragon indeed do not know each other and have never interacted. My interest in him arose merely because the aura he emits is somewhat unique, which piqued my curiosity.” Lord Logan's voice was calm and measured, yet it seemed to carry a magical power, instantly easing the tense atmosphere.
Chapter end
|
Report
|
|
Donate
Oh o, this user has not set a donation button.
|
