The Great Worm Lich Chapter 304 - The Birth of a Fanatic

Chapter 304: The Birth of a Fanatic

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
From 19 to 50, that was an increase of almost three times. When Zhang Lisheng heard the Lord’s condition, it stunned him for a moment and smiled noncommittally without commenting anything. He turned and slowly walked to the fallen Kaqilu’s totem pole not far away.
As he was walking, his long slender figure gradually widened and increased in tallness. The diamond-shaped scales on his body also elongated into a round shape on the outside and square on the inside. Step by step, he walked to the totem pole and had already transformed into a blue-yellow giant with a height of ten meters that had muscles seemingly forged in steel.
Upon seeing the inexplicable change of this young man who revealed an even more ferocious appearance, most of the Darkwalkers amid the ruined dwelling of the Kaqilu immediately became vigilant.
However, to their surprise, this monster that looked like three Hulks, one of the most famous superheroes in the comic-book industry, tied together did not show any malicious intent but began to squat on the ground and dug the soil with his shovel-looking gigantic hands.
Soon, the blue-and-yellow giant dug a deep pit with a diameter of over 20 meters on the ground of the Kaqilu’s dwelling that was made hard by a huge rock.
After looking up from the bottom of the pit to check for the height and realized that the size of the hole was enough, the young man jumped out of the pit and ignored everyone else around him as he leapt and ran towards the corpses of the dead spiritual monsters scattered around the tribe to bury them in the pit.
After covering the soil, he roared loudly and his muscles bulged out right away. Raising the totem pole lying on the ground up high, he pressed it on the pit.
After that, Zhang Lisheng walked back to the Lord and transformed back to his lizard’s incarnation. Shaking his head, he said, “Your Lordship, I swear to the Cocytus that the 19 faith stones I gave you just now are the only faith stones I have. I can’t, and I don’t have the ability to accept your modified trading conditions.”
The Lord had been watching carefully like a statue without even so much as blinking his eyes when Zhang Lisheng was digging the soil as he buried the bodies and moved the totem pole. He stayed silent for a while before replying, “However, since it’s so difficult to defeat the foreign world’s native tribe, it’s impossible for me to accept the original trading conditions too, Your Excellency Dragon Fang!”
Zhang Lisheng pondered over it for a while before finally replying, “26 faith stones! If you plan to redouble your efforts today to defeat the foreign world’s Mokacho tribe as well, I’m willing to fight along with you. On top of that, I’ll also pay you 26 faith stones. However, because this is a last-minute additional condition, I can only give the stones to you after four months, Your Lordship.”
“19 to 26,” The Lord’s mouth that was covered in a black robe laughed horrifyingly, “An increase of about 40% in the pay plus a Legender as my helper. This seems to be slightly more sincere. However, there are still several tens of thousands of natives in this tribe. Is it okay for you to bury the totem pole openly in front of them like that? Not only that, after four months, where should I go to find you to ask for the faith stones, Your Excellency Dragon Fang?”
“Your Lordship, it’s hard for you to imagine a primitive man’s brain. According to their custom, when their totem pole has collapsed, these natives will no longer care about it. They will only migrate to other places to start a new life IF they’re not taken over by other aborigines. As for our trade, well, that’s very easy. I swear to the Cocytus that from tomorrow onwards, I’ll hand the 26 pieces of faith stones to you here after 120 days!” Zhang Lisheng pointed at his feet.
“You don’t even want to give me your contact address? What a cautious person you are…” The Lord lowered his head and contemplated for a while. Then, he turned around and shouted, “Have you heard, Darkwalkers? I’ve managed to win another ‘good business’ from our ‘patron’! It is up to you to decide whether you’ll take part in this additional ‘business’ or not. The only thing I want to remind all of you is that we can use 26 faith stones to set up four Hexagram Formations. Adding on with the 19 round stones I’ve obtained, it would be a total of seven opportunities for us to absorb the ‘belief’. Seven is bigger than six and is also closer to 13.”
the number ‘6’ and ’13’ were the two most loved numbers in the dark world. In ancient mythology, three consecutive ‘6’ represented the eternal king of darkness, Satan, while ’13’ represented the order of Judas, the disciple who betrayed Jesus.
The situation fell into a dead silence. A few minutes later, a short black-robed man stuttered as he probed, “Your Lordship, even though the opportunity is rare, I’ve already used more than half of the Devil Crystal I’ve prepared. Due to the ‘world barrier’ I can’t change the souls of these aborigines. Not only that, I’m injured as well…”
“Mr. Acid Rain, as a Poison Warlock, it’s no longer suitable for you to enter the battlefield when you don’t have enough Devil Crystals and seeing that you’re already injured… Go to the island’s gathering place to wait for the news of our victory then!” When the Lord could sense that his companion wanted to depart, he spoke without hesitation, “Whoever thinks he can no longer persist in combat can return to the gathering place with Mr. Acid Rain to rest.”
Upon hearing his words, among the surviving Darkwalkers of over 300 people, other than this retinue, there were about 20% of people who pulled off from taking part in the battle that would attack the Mokacho tribe. When they expressed their thoughts of leaving, the Lord also preached what he said and allowed those people to leave safely.
However, the human psyche was so strange. When they saw him acting so generously, over ten Darkwalkers who were about to return to the gathering place decided to stay in the last-minute. instead, it was the Lord who refused their decisions of backing away from their words and resolutely asked them to leave.
The Lord saw that there were still about 270 to 280 Darkwalkers remaining behind. Not only that, because of the facade he put on just now, most of the people had their eyes lit up. With a satisfied gaze, he thought for a while before remarking. “Now, there are only those strong people who have enough confidence left with us! Let us find a safe place in the woods to rest first so we can restore our energy first!”
Even though it was impossible for several tens of thousands of aborigines around them, who had suddenly become stagnant after the monsters had all died and the totem pole had collapsed, to instill fear in the Legender, who walked in the darkness. He also did not intend to continue to provoke these indigenous people who had shown great strength in a situation with no temptation of interest.
This was similar to how a ferocious but sensible person might kick a puppy who was staggering on the road to death but would never purposely take the risk to kill the dog that had blocked his way after stealing some treasures from the museum.
The other Darkwalkers had a similar thought as the Lord. Soon, they cast all sorts of spells to get far away from Kaqilu. Not long after these people disappeared, the 10,000 Tudenan warriors, who had received the news from the Raider in secret, commanded their ferocious partners to appear in front of the Kaqilu people who no longer had the intention to fight.
After going through a massacre rather than a war, the name Kaqilu, was forever shattered in Hellfire’s history.
“Chief Turaru, you’ve caught the Kaqilu’s headman who escaped with the tribal book of history this time so the Great Raider will definitely personally insert a feather for you…” Once the dramal-like conquest battle ended, a native warrior, who only had bright feathers encircling his arm while riding on a giant spider, looked at the solemn-looking chief by his side and said with envy, with a respectful gaze.
“Kamura faced with the belief in the heart, we should think of dedication, not request!” Turaru, the first Tudenan warrior who succeeded in accepting Zhang Lisheng’s Gold Core fragment transplant surgery interrupted his men! “Of course, as long as you are pious enough, the Great Raider will definitely give everything you want generously!”
“Yes, Chief Turaru!” Kamura who was still young nodded regrettably. At this time, a warrior who was in charge of dispatching orders rode a giant spider to both of them and said loudly, “Chief Turaru, Chief Tumu sent a message for you to escort the Kaqilu’s totem pole back to the tribe.”
“This is my honor, dispatch warrior,” This stunned Turaru for a moment before he nodded. “Now, have we counted how many surviving prisoners we have from Kaqilu?”
“It’s said that we got over 65,000 people, Chief Turaru. This is a fruitful victory.” The warrior responded with excitement and commanded his ‘partner’ to leave.
“Escort the Kaqilu’s totem pole back to the tribe… escort the Kaqilu’s totem pole back to the tribe…” After the dispatch warrior left, Kamura whispered repeatedly in a pleasant surprise. “This, this is really an honor to my ancestors…”
When Turaru heard his man whispering in excitement, a faint smile appeared on his face. He commanded his mouth to amble into the deep pit at the center of Kaqilu’s dwelling dug by hundreds of captured women and children.
When the warrior saw the prisoners with a miserable fate covering the corpses of the guardian spiritual monsters one after another with fine sand, he muttered to himself, “Great Raider! Now that Tudenan has you, we’ll definitely become the owner of the entire island! At that time, as long as I am still alive, I must give my life to speak and change the name of the tribe! Together with this island, I shall call them ‘Zhang Lisheng’, so you can take the steps in becoming a true god.”
In the ruins of Kaqilu, among the several hundreds of thousands of Zhang Lisheng’s devout followers, a fanatic who was willing to subvert the tradition of the Hellfire tribe for the sake of supporting the faith in his heart was finally born.
This incident did not seem to be a big deal, but once it broke out in the future, its actual meaning would be extraordinary. Unfortunately, the Tudenan’s Raider knew nothing about it at all; he was busy calculating how much hatred and despair he would get from the natives and the wizard power in his flesh once he attacked Mokacho together with over 200 Darkwalkers.
Actually, if it was not for the fact that Zhang Lisheng saw how the Darkwalkers, whom the Lord led, had all their heads and bodies covered up with a black robe to the point where nobody could distinguish them apart, he would not have joined the battle in attacking the Mokacho.
He was very clear that it was impossible for the Lord to decline the condition of 26 faith stones he offered. They could say that the conditions of taking part in the war was dispensable.
“It’s better to be as conspicuous as possible in a fight, but I need to stay away from danger at the same time too…” The young man looked down at the stream and mumbled silently.
Suddenly, a hoarse voice resonated in his ears, “Your Excellency Dragon Fang, have you finished resting?”
The one who shouted loudly was the Lord, who was sitting in the middle of an array of orderly arranged beast carcasses by the edge of the mountain stream.
As his shout resonated, the surrounding corpses looked as if they had suffered a century-long invasion in just a few seconds as they transformed into ashes.