Six-Armed Serpent Demon

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—As a demon-slaying warrior, he can still shield himself from the demons' detection abilities.

Only after Patrick left, and the six-armed serpent demon teleported away, did Tusu leave his hiding place and emerge.

But Tusu had always only known how to obey orders. Whether it was the tribal elders or Patrick, they were the ones making the decisions; all he had to do was follow orders. Now that he needed to use his own brain to figure out what to do, he was completely clueless.

—Shall we go back?

—So he returned to the tribe with nothing to show for it?

—So, should we stay?

But what is there to leave behind in this foreign land?

The natives stood blankly in the cabin, staring at the countless cubes floating slowly in the air before them, utterly bewildered.

Finally, with only its head remaining, Heslati unleashed a devastating blow on the pilgrimage ship before departing, sending numerous "Dragon Madness Lock" cubes and native warriors to the bottom of the sea.

With great effort, Tusu managed to escape from the cabin and swim back to shore. However, he was severely injured. When the ship was struck by Heslaty, pipes in the cabin ceiling broke and collapsed, crushing his ribs and injuring his internal organs.

Not long after getting ashore, Tusu developed a high fever that lasted for eight days without subsiding.

He could heal himself with magic, but he didn't want to.

The confusion and guilt in his heart had overwhelmed him.

At this moment, the native warrior shivered incessantly under the blanket, his eyes rolled back, and his body temperature remained alarmingly high.

Tusu is about to die.

Just then, a little boy ran over and saw the flatbread next to the blanket, as well as the blanket that was shaking.

The little boy hesitated, then slowly approached, crouching down a short distance from the blanket and peering down at Tusu beneath it. After a while, confirming that Tusu was semi-conscious, he quickly reached out, grabbed the flatbread, and ran. But after a few steps, he slowed down, glanced back at Tusu, hesitated, and dawdled back.

The blanket was pulled back, revealing Tusu's dark face covered in tattoos.

The little boy untied the water bottle from his belt, unscrewed the lid, and gently poured the water inside onto Tusu's parched lips.

Tusu's lips moved as he swallowed the water with difficulty and thirst.

Seeing Tusu's reaction, the little boy smiled.

He happily stood up, intending to take the bread with him.

However, as soon as the little boy turned around, he saw four or five figures appear in front of him, all of them tall and strong, even blocking the sunlight from his head.

He tilted his head back, trying to see their faces clearly. But before he could get a better look, a blow struck his head, knocking him to the ground. The little boy lay on the ground, his limbs twitching slightly, and he closed his eyes and passed out.

The five men, all teenagers under twenty, frantically lifted the child and stuffed the little boy into a tattered sack.

One of them was a woman. Suddenly, she felt that the hand that was touching the little boy's head was warm, sticky, and wet. When she raised her hand, she realized that she had touched blood.

She immediately became furious: "Hey, you better go easy on me next time, or nobody will buy from me!"

The boy she called "Big Fool" chuckled as he leaned on his cane, without arguing back.

Laughter turned into screams.

"Big Fool's" neck was grabbed from behind by a dark, large hand, and the next second, the stick in his hand was pulled away from behind.

Da Sha collapsed to the ground, clutching his neck and weeping bitterly.

The other four people stared in surprise at the tall, thin, dark-skinned stranger in front of them.

The native swayed and said something. The five boys couldn't understand him at all, but from his tone, they could tell that it probably meant "get lost."

Of the five boys, the other four were taller than the girl, but it was the woman who first drew her knife.

"Kill him! Can't you see he can barely stand?"

She screamed, "We've all taken the money! If we don't hand over the pigs today, none of us will survive!"

While the other four hesitated, she screamed and rushed forward to deliver a fatal blow.

Then, to the horror of the four boys, a stick grew out of the top of her head!

Just as the woman raised her knife to stab him, Tusu used the stick he had snatched as a short spear, raising one end of the stick and thrusting it diagonally upwards.

The stick is long and the knife is short.

Before the woman's knife could touch him, the stick in his hand pierced through her jaw and went straight into her head.

The woman's limbs went limp, but she was still convulsing violently, hanging from the stick.

Tusu casually tossed her aside.

A bright red, viscous substance dripped from the drooping end of the stick.

"roll."

He repeated it again.

The scorching sunlight gradually subsided.

Tusu and a little boy whose head was wrapped up like a rag sat side by side in the corner. The little boy broke the flatbread into small pieces, ate one piece himself, and then reached out his little hand to feed Tusu a piece.

Tusu still felt dizzy and lightheaded. He hesitated, then took the small piece of flatbread and put it in his mouth.

The little boy smiled, took a sip of water, and handed the water bottle to Tusu.

Tusu took the bottle, drank a sip, handed it back to him, closed his eyes, and fought against the damn weakness and dizziness.

"Your skin is so dark, even darker than the black pepper my mom sells."

The little boy looked at Tusu and said.

"The spices my mother sells are the best in town."

The little boy recalled that he then became depressed.

“But I have no home anymore. My brother believed what others said and locked himself in his room to boil spices and herbs, and ended up poisoning himself. My new father and mother rushed in to save him, but they smelled the poison and died too. My younger brother had no milk to drink and starved to death. Everyone who was kind to me is gone. You are the last person who was kind to me.”

He looked up at Tusu.

Tusu opened his eyes and looked down into the little boy's dark eyes. Suddenly, he realized how meaningful it was to be able to save a child's life.

“Thank you,” the little boy said, “you saved me.”

Tusu only speaks the tribal dialect of the Sanlachi region. Patrick and Lana have always communicated with him in this language. So Tusu can't understand a word the little boy says.

But that didn't stop him from confiding in him.

“Thank you,” Tusu said to the little boy in the native language, “you saved me.”

Chapter 85 The Enemy in the Dark

Two burly bodyguards stood at the door of the restaurant's private room.

The private room was spacious and luxurious, filled with the melodious sound of a harp. However, only two people were seated at the enormous dining table, which could easily accommodate sixty people.

A well-dressed, handsome man savored the freshly caught oysters and fine white wine, chatting and laughing with the woman beside him, exchanging flirtatious glances.

This refined-looking man is Modak Boiturk, a top gourmet and playboy who spends his days frequenting the upscale restaurants of the hot city.

Aside from the registers of major high-end restaurants, the name Modak-Boyturk is rarely seen.

He has always been a low-key person and dislikes the limelight. Although his expensive spending habits and the presence of bodyguards suggest he is quite wealthy and likely has a powerful background, Mokhtar never speaks about his family or business. He doesn't get involved in politics, and although he is enthusiastic about philanthropy, having donated a considerable amount of money to the refugee camps in the burned-down port, he does so anonymously.

Just as he was attentively pouring wine for the lady, the door to the private room was suddenly pushed open roughly.

Modako turned around in surprise and saw two uninvited guests walking in swaggering in.

These are two so-called "Green People," hybrids of humans and lizardmen. They look almost identical to humans, except for their dark green skin, brownish-green hair, webbed fingers, and dark green stripes and spots covering their necks and backs. The two Green People wore dirty, tattered coats, but had deliberately torn off the sleeves, revealing their strong, filthy green arms.

Modako turned his head and looked through the gap next to the two green men, and saw that the two bodyguards were lying unconscious on the ground outside the door.

Two greens walked up behind Modak.

The woman looked up at the two uninvited guests in fear and unease. One of them smiled at her, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, which frightened her so much that she quickly lowered her head and began to sob uncontrollably.

Another man pulled out a chair next to Modak, plopped down next to him, and even lifted one leg to place his dusty and dirty leather boots on the pristine white tablecloth, making the oysters in the plate jump.

Instantly, the stench of sweat, foot odor, and the greasy smell of not having bathed in a long time assaulted Modak's nostrils, causing him to hold his breath.

“Gentlemen,” he said, choosing his words carefully, “I don’t know what misunderstanding we have, but it has nothing to do with this lady. May she go first?”

"what."

The green man sitting next to him let out a meaningless sigh, stretched out his greasy hand, grabbed an oyster shell and stuffed it into his mouth, sucking out the juice, which spilled all over his body.

Everyone in the private room watched him eat oysters in silence.

This green-skinned man looked like a young human in his early twenties. However, the green-skinned and reptilians have the same growth cycle; they develop very quickly, and given his appearance, he was probably not even ten years old. He was as thin as a bamboo pole, yet had thick eyebrows and large eyes, and a shaved head. Modako noticed a huge burn scar on the left side of his head; the skin and flesh below his left cheekbone were completely burned away, exposing his charred jawbone and gums, and his left ear was also burned away.

The bald, scarred, green-faced man threw the oyster shells on the table and spat on the floor beside him.

He pulled his legs back and sat up straight, looking at Modak.

The first thing he said made Modako's face change: "From now on, I have no money for you. Don't come back. Pay the bill after you finish eating, and get out of here, you hear me?"

"terribly sorry."

Modako sighed, looking at the trembling, weeping woman beside him, and sought the opinion of the bald, scarred, green-faced man: "If you won't let her leave, then could I—"

He couldn't speak anymore.

The greensman spread his hands to him.

"Please."

Modako sighed with heartache, reached out, and gently stroked the woman's back and neck to help her relax. Then, suddenly, he lifted and twisted, snapping her neck.

When Modak turned back to face the bald, scarred Green Party members, his demeanor was completely different.

“You’ve got some nerve,” Modak said softly. “Since you know I’m the debt collector, you should know that the money doesn’t belong to me.”

"I know."

The bald, scarred Greenman was not intimidated by the scene of the killing. He said contemptuously, "You're just a lackey, collecting protection money from all the high-end restaurants in the city for your master."

He paused.

"But let me tell you something, you lackey. Starting today, there's no money. No this month, no next month, and no more. These restaurants are now under the Dragon Breath Gang's protection, which means I'm in charge."

"Dragon's Breath Gang?"

Modak laughed dismissively.

"May I ask your surname?"

"You can call me Burn Scar."

"Okay, burn scar."

Modako raised his glass and took a small sip of white wine.

“I also have something to tell you, you little green brat,” he said. “I’ve seen plenty of arrogant kids like you. You always pop up, all cocky and domineering, thinking you’re something special. You’re just pathetic wretches with nowhere to turn, taking a chance and rushing into places you shouldn’t be in, and you all end up the same way. Even though you don’t know what stupid thing you’re doing, from this moment on, you’re already dead.”

Scarface stared coldly at him, then suddenly leaned forward and grabbed Modak's wrists with both hands at the same time.

Modak was genuinely surprised.

The most common professions in the City of Fiery Earth are warriors and monks. Modak, a debt collector and a skilled monk himself, was surprisingly unable to evade the green man's grab!

He strained his arms and suddenly broke free.

His arms didn't budge an inch! The scarred hands were like two iron clamps, firmly gripping his hands.

—I never expected that this seemingly weak little bastard would be so strong!

Modak made a quick decision and opened his mouth to the burn scar.

Amidst the pungent smell of alcohol, a cone-shaped stream of fire erupted and engulfed the scarred man's head!

This is the signature move of a Drunken Fist master: Flame Breath.

At the same time, he raised his leg under the table and launched a series of flying kicks at the burn scar's groin!

Modak's two shoes each had a bronze dragon head decoration on the toe, but each actually concealed a spike coated with deadly poison. A single kick to that man would be enough to kill him.

However, four legs were crisscrossing under the table, and Modako was terrified: every kick he made was blocked by the opponent's hooked leg, completely neutralizing the attack!

—This little bastard is actually a top-notch monk!

Moreover, the flames sprayed on his burned face did not cause him any harm whatsoever!

Before Modak could make another move, a thin rope descended from the sky. The Green Party members standing behind Modak exerted force with both hands, and the thin rope cut into Modak's flesh.

Modak's eyes bulged, his throat gurgled, and his face turned purplish-red.