Among the many beastman tribes in the Midnight Labyrinth, the Blood Demon Tribe is one of the best. Their hunting team had just ambushed a 12-man team of red-robed men and eliminated them with their numerical superiority. Although 10 of their own were also killed,
But everything is worth it, because these men in red robes have a fresh taste that is different from that of rotten meat. Although in the past, the tribe’s food and drinking water were all made of rotten meat in the labyrinth out of thin air due to the blessings of the gods.
It grows to meet the physiological needs of these greedy beasts, but the flavor of human flesh still greatly fills their growing taste buds.
In addition, the armor on their bodies is also very good protective gear. As for their weapons, some are usable and some are not, but only grenades are used by beastmen.
The captain of the hunting team, Sanet Giant Hand, carried a huge battle ax and led the team back to the lair. This was a stinking cabin filled with countless wreckage. Countless skulls built a throne, and a throne sat on it.
The mane-covered horned beast leader was chewing on the corpse beneath him.
The Beastmen never created, and of course they never wanted to change this. This can be understood from the current smelly internal environment of the Lost Ark.
In the past, the walls and ceilings of this place would have deformed tentacles from the realm of chaos, and they would even actively capture beastmen who had lost their feet, and send them into their spiny esophagus for digestion, but now these weird supernatural images have disappeared
, even the whispers and weird laughter that used to echo in the cabins and passages like broadcasts have disappeared.
Their home is becoming dead, but the beastmen will not be happy about this, because this means that the blessings of the gods are disappearing.
"We must find a way to get back the blessings of the gods. Maybe a sacrifice can do it."
The leader of the Blood Demon Tribe, Caton Blood Greeder, was muttering to himself as he tore apart the body of the man in red robes at his feet. His sharp claws dug into the bloody abdominal cavity again and again, and the internal organs and leaked lubricant inside were stirred together.
Emitting waves of stench, these unique robed men not only had a lot of metal on their bodies, but even had oil in their veins, but this did not affect the appetite of the beastmen.
There was a silver hard-shell helmet floating in the blood, which was the remains of the leader's meal.
Not far away, a priest hid in the shadows and stared greedily at everything the leader had. The beastmen were by no means good people, and even when faced with their compatriots, their hearts filled with anger and mania would not soften in any way.
Any leader who can rule a tribe relies on strength and gifts from the gods.
"We're back!"
The hunting captain threw a corpse with only the upper body heavily on the ground, which attracted many greedy eyes around him, but then the ax falling on the corpse made all eyes cautious.
Sanet Giant Hand's scarred beast body undulated due to heavy breathing, and the polluted air circulated freely in its lungs, but the beastman had adapted well to the filth of the midnight maze, and there was no trace of any
adverse reactions occur.
"There are ten prey hanging here."
The hunting captain angrily walked to his "dining table", the decayed remains of a cogitator, and began to feast on his prey.
The priest also walked out of the shadows and raised the eight-pointed star scepter in his hand. The mysterious token that could communicate with the gods was still firmly in its hand after several times of cannibalism. It was a symbol of strength.
, and therefore its position in the tribe is second only to the leader himself, regardless of whether other horned people are convinced or not.
Several scarred hunters brought a portion of prey to the priest.
Even among the most barbaric tribes there is an order that represents inequality. The priests symbolize the gods, so they can get the spoils without any work.
The other horned beasts were attracted by the smell of blood and gathered around. Although the fragrance of fresh meat was very tempting, the members of the herd still looked at the only leader. Their eyes were shining with greed and fear. Naturally, none of them
The Beastmen reveal their dissatisfaction, for fear ensures that it remains bottled up in their hearts.
As for the lower-level members, they didn't even have a chance to look. They could only wait for the soldiers to finish eating and then search for some leftover bones.
"Do you guys take me as a leader seriously?"
Caton Blood Greeder, who stopped eating, suddenly pulled out the bloody, deformed bull head from the chest of the red-robed man. The sharp teeth protruded from its lips, and there was still a trace of flesh and blood hanging on it.
"Why do you attack the men in red robes who break into the hunting ground so boldly? They are just fishing bait. I plan to use these weaklings to attract more fish!"
"I'm so sorry, chief, their meat is very tempting."
The hunting captain did not show any respect. It was still eating, but its hand was holding the ax tightly and tapping it on the metal floor. The echo of the sharp metal friction and impact represented a signal -
—The second strongest warrior in the tribe has grown angry and needs someone to be freed.
A challenge is already brewing.
Suddenly, the priest with a crow-like face let out a sinister laugh, which was the superposition of two different voices.
"The hoofless ones, especially the unmodified warriors among them, will not attract the attention of the gods at all if they devour them. The gods obviously want stronger and fatter prey, and they will use tricks to seduce them after eating one or two small fish.
You will be laughed at by the gods."
An unceremonious reply from a subordinate, with a hint of sarcasm towards the leader's cleverness. If the beast king of the tribe ignores it, the rule will be in jeopardy.
With a low roar, the gray beast's body covered with manes was driven by strong muscles, and finally stood upright. The figure of the priest seemed to have become much shorter in front of the black shadow.
"Gods? I think the gods need a smart head right now."
The filthy animal hooves stepped heavily on the ground, creating a ripple-like sense of oppression.
But at the same time, the hunting captain also roared, gave up eating, walked over, put his hand on the priest's shoulder, and led the priest behind him.
"A devout warrior will not threaten the messenger of the gods unless it becomes cowardly and fearful and dares not face the challenges issued by the gods."
Caton Bloodthirsty held his weapon, a power ax picked up from a dark corner. Although it could no longer rotate, the huge weight and the sharp saw teeth on it made it stand up to the beastman's brute force.
It still retains terrifying lethality.
"If you eat too much meat, you will become bolder. It's good——"
With a heavy crash, an upcoming challenge was interrupted, and with the flash of explosives, several horned beasts guarding the entrance of the "cave" streaked through the air like rag dolls thrown by giants.
His neck had been twisted before hitting the cabin, his brains flowed out from his shattered skull, and one of his horns was even shattered by the impact of the explosion.