"Am I... not dead? Alas? Why do I say this? Who am I...?"

I don't know how long it took, but a faint and hazy consciousness came to life. It was as tall as a lighthouse and the fire was swaying slightly. It looked around. It felt very confused and weird, and it always felt like something was wrong.

The yellow sand was flying, and on the Holy Fire Square, a young snake man crawled over, his eyes were red, and he muttered to himself for a long time before leaving. This consciousness watched the other person quietly, and for some reason, it experienced an unknown feeling.

of sadness and pain.

But it couldn't do anything. It was just a ball of flame. It could only look at all this in confusion, watching in a daze as these familiar yet strange snake-men lived under its nose.

In this way, it spends every day lonely and plainly.

Until one day, the sand outside the tribe trembled, and the red scorpion people crawled out one after another from the vortex of quicksand. They danced their giant claws and swung their poisonous tails with ferocious expressions, blocking the snake people.

tribe.

After a commotion, a tall scorpion man dragging three poisonous tails walked to the front of the army. He raised his head with cold blood eyes, glanced disdainfully at the snake man tribe who were on full alert, and finally looked at one of the white-scaled snake men.

figure.

"Cecilia, the world has begun to change, and food and water sources are getting less and less. Only the truly strong can live better. And for you who have lost the protection of the beast god, the three-headed tribe is destined to be the only one in the world.

Can destroy!"

"Since you also have the blood of the beast god, as long as you are willing to dedicate your tribe, offer the holy fire of light, and become my slave to add a new bloodline of the beast god to our clan, the leader of this clan can promise to spare your life.

Even leave a little fire for your tribe!"

Hearing the words of the clan leader, the army behind him knocked on their giant claws and shouted loudly with great momentum. On the other hand, the momentum of the snake tribe was a bit low. Many snake warriors gritted their teeth and clenched their fingers white.

Weapon, I feel very unwilling to be humiliated.

The Fire Scorpion Clan, who had their tail between their legs in front of the three-headed tribe back then, can now push them to such an extent. If the former leader was still here, he would definitely blow their heads off.

"Needless to say, you rotten scorpions, if you want to destroy our three-headed tribe, prepare to lose a tooth!"

Patriarch Cecilia walked forward slowly, her milky-white snake body swaying in an S-shape, spitting out snake messages, her face expressionless. The next moment, the white scales below her waist instantly covered her upper body, and finally, a white jade-like

A huge python is entrenched at the top of the city, its pure white vertical pupils glowing with cold blood and cruelty.

"You bitch, you don't know how to live or die, don't worry, after I destroy your three tribes, I will drain all the blood out of your body!"

The leader of the Fire Scorpion tribe, Thane Fire Scorpion, twisted his neck without much surprise and grinned cruelly. His body swelled like a balloon, and his two giant claws made a clanging sound of gold and iron.

Splashing, three fire-venomous thorn tails extended crazily, suspended behind him.

With multiple insect feet stepping on the soft sand, Thann bravely took the lead and touched the giant claws excitedly. The revenge of the violent beating by that bastard snake was finally repaid this time.

Humph, so what if he was stronger than him, but he had been tortured to death, and now he not only wanted to destroy his tribe, play with his spouse, but also finally transformed into the power of their Fire Scorpion clan.

Although these snake people are quite ugly, with such a thin waist, they are not as strong as the beauties of the Fire Scorpion Tribe.

The fire scorpion warriors behind him also followed him howling, drooling, with a cruel look in his eyes. As long as these snake people were killed, their fire scorpion tribe would be able to feast for a while. After all, with the reduction of food production,

Competition for hunting grounds has intensified, and many small and medium-sized tribes have to go hungry.

The sandstorm in the sky roared more and more, as if it had submerged the world, and figures swayed in the sand. In this unknown corner, a crazy fight for survival broke out, and the blood flowing from both sides dyed the sand under their feet red.

The swaying sacred fire watched all this quietly, and for some reason, it felt both sad and a little happy deep in its heart. Maybe it was out of jealousy? Who knows?

After all, the declining Snake Tribe was no match for a powerful enemy. Even if they fought desperately, each clan member was still falling. In the end, only a group of Fire Scorpion warriors were left, with alert looks on their faces, surrounding the bruised Snake Tribe leader.

"The Three-Headed Tribe...there has never been a coward!"

Cecilia breathed out weakly, her body covered with fiery red spots. She glanced at the flames that illuminated the darkness, murmured something, and slammed into it.

The statue of the three-headed snake god shook violently, collapsed with a bang, and fire like a small sun fell. The surrounding Fire Scorpion tribe members were frightened and hurried away.

The raging fire suddenly jumped up. Looking at the snake man who was reduced to charcoal in the sea of ​​​​fire, there was an indescribable feeling in the consciousness of the holy fire. The temperature of the burning flame seemed to have cooled down rapidly at this moment, followed by consciousness.

Weak and comatose.

"What an unlucky bitch, go and collect the holy fire!"

Then stood outside the fire circle with one of his giant claws and two poisonous tails broken off. He sighed angrily and roared loudly. Many thick-skinned scorpions with good fire resistance hurriedly rushed in.

Soon these scorpion men cleaned up the battlefield and returned with piles of corpses. There were some of the same race and some of different races. As long as they were brought back and marinated, they were all good food reserves. Every scorpion man was in a good mood.

.

They are not sad because of the death of their companions. On the contrary, it is also a good thing to eliminate more weak people during this period. It can not only reduce the burden on the tribe, but also provide food. In addition to the recent execution of a group of useless old people, it will be a good thing for some time in the future.

There will be plenty of food.

The most important thing was the container that was protected in the center of the team and carried by more than a dozen scorpions. The dim holy fire was swaying on it and might be extinguished at any time.

, but don’t destroy it!

In today's dark age, for any tribe, the more sacred objects that bring bright hope, like the Holy Fire, the better. Whether you use it yourself or offer it to the Beast God in exchange for supplies, you can make a sure profit without losing money.

of trading.

……………

I don’t know how long it took, but the faint consciousness of the holy fire woke up again, and found that it seemed to be stood up again. The bright flames were swaying high in the sky, like a lighthouse guiding the way forward in the darkness, but underneath it was replaced by a group of fire.

Red scorpion man.

"who I am?"

The holy fire consciousness murmured even more confusedly, as if it had forgotten a lot of things and couldn't figure out why. In the end, it still watched silently as before, becoming more indifferent and lonely. A cold wind blew, and it

Suddenly I felt a hint of coldness.

"Why... am I the only one burning? Why am I always the only one? Why does it feel so empty there?"
Chapter completed!