Chapter 1506: Chapter 206: The Momentary Hesitation of the Serpent Celestial Marshal (Part 3)

“…But don’t touch me, Elo. This is my first command as your king: do not harass me or my companions.”

Aiwass reached out and swatted Elo’s hand away from his arm.

He was somewhat losing his composure.

He had just helped Elo Chief up, and Elo’s hand had slid up Aiwass’s forearm to his upper arm, seemingly about to move towards his chest.

—What to do, the illusion of a barbaric alien race mercenary grows stronger.

“Of course, of course, my king… is that what I should call you?”

Elo wasn’t bothered by Aiwass’s prohibition, but she immediately obeyed the command, refraining from further touches.

Her eyes looked subtly at Aiwass — the bloodline trait from the Path of Authority had already informed her who was the King of the Winged Ones.

That was the Savior predetermined in the bloodline of the Avianfolk.

It was the obedience mark inherited from their Winged Ones’ bloodline!

In this world, only he was trustworthy, only he could redeem them. He was a mother greater than all mothers, a chieftain larger than all chieftains.

“The monarch from millennia ago, the king of destiny…”

Elo murmured, “I’ve actually found him…”

Before being the leader of the “Desert Sound” organization and mother of over thirty children, Elo’s identity was primarily the Avianfolk’s Chief.

The savage and violence from her bloodline, along with the madness from the bloodline of love, naturally wouldn’t let her choose a path contrary to her kind out of benevolence. She restrained her Avianfolk from raiding caravans, merely because she had a stronger sense of “Authority” than “Strength.”

It didn’t stem from kindness, but from cunning.

She realized that mere raiding would only make this place increasingly desolate.

Avianfolk neither herded nor farmed, nor were they good at ruling over alien races… This was why, except for the frail scholars, they wanted to kill all alien races. The Avianfolk’s absolute soldier-like obedience came from their inherent bloodline traits, like bees or ants, rather than any exceptional personality charm of the chieftain.

Even if she repeatedly won battles, she couldn’t feed so many of her kind, and could only let them perish.

To support more Avianfolk, relying solely on scattered brothels or bandit camps wasn’t enough.

She needed to make Parthia more prosperous, so they could have better food.

Thus, she restrained the surrounding tribes, ordering them not to raid her territory. The messengers she sent controlled half of Parthia’s information channels… While she delivered information and parcels, she also prevented others’ information and parcels from being delivered. When she was the only one doing this work in the region, she essentially formed a monopoly.

Thus, she had the confidence to confront the Benevolent Lords, demanding more concessions, more protection… as well as more oversight.

At the same time, she restrained her sisters and younger ones, encouraging them to raid sheep flocks without harming people. The difference between one big feast and constant feasting.

If they wanted to proliferate, they should find men in the city. Ideally, bring back some money, which counted as a form of plundering — if not, just consider it as having fun outside.

All this because she wanted her tribe to occupy greater territory, to support more clan members.

The era of “Strength” has long passed, now is the era of “Authority.”

Perhaps that’s exactly why she found the king of the Avianfolk!

Even as Chief, she could only control her own bloodline. She merely extended her bloodline’s influence outward, using her authority to seize the position of surrounding tribal chieftains, indirectly controlling the nearby tribes.

She vaguely sensed there should be a position above Chief.

Many Avianfolk believed it should be the Sixth Power Level position. So they performed various bloody rituals, attempting to ascend to the Sixth Power Level.

Yet Elo thought it wasn’t that simple.

Now it’s proven, she was right.

The King of the Winged Ones —

With this as a banner, Avianfolk worldwide would unite and gather here.

How many would there be?

Hundreds of thousands? Millions?