Capítulo 1606: Chapter 711: Lanling’s Wrath Slays Millions

Heaven Demon Banner Territory, Tidal Alliance, White Cave Tribe.

The tribal chieftain, elders, and senior samurai are enjoying a spectacular show.

Executing slaves.

The chieftain sits on the throne, toying with a stunning female slave from the Near-Human Tribe.

Behind him, several hundred people are watching the ceremony. All of these people are high-ranking members of the tribe, each accompanied by a beautiful female slave from the Near-Human Tribe.

The Near-Human Tribe slaves in the whole Heaven Demon Banner are numerous; there are several thousand in the White Cave Tribe alone.

Over seventy percent are female slaves, thirty percent are male slaves.

Compared to ordinary Demon Race members, the women of the Near-Human Tribe are beautiful, with delicate skin, making them the ideal female slaves.

For example, the Near-Human Tribe female slave the White Cave Tribe chieftain is playing with at the moment is a perfect beauty.

Although he is only a tribal chieftain, because of the presence of Near-Human Tribe slaves, his life is akin to that of a king or duke.

At this moment, a total of six female slaves are attending to him carefully.

One is being toyed with in his hands, another is massaging his head, two kneel at his feet, cautiously massaging his legs. A slave on his left holds a glass of fruit wine, while the one on his right offers fruit.

In the square ahead, a bloody scene unfolds, with more than a thousand Near-Human Tribe slaves kneeling.

Regardless of gender, all are completely naked.

All male slaves have been castrated, their collarbones pierced, and a chain connects ten slaves.

The chains are stained with blood; most male slaves are flesh-torn and on the brink of death.

The White Cave Tribe chieftain coldly says, “Lanling, the Near-Human Tribe mongrel, has established a Flame Demon Tribe, claiming to be the homeland for the Near-Human Tribe. Do you dream of escaping to the Flame Demon Tribe? Keep dreaming…”

After drinking a glass of fruit wine, the White Cave Tribe chieftain says, “The Near-Human Tribe is the world’s despicable mongrel; you are only qualified to be slaves your entire lives. Being born into this world is itself an original sin for you.”

“Lanling is considered a leader by you, but remember, the leader of mongrels is still a mongrel!” the White Cave Tribe chieftain says. “Besides, your spiritual leader will soon meet his end; our Heaven Demon Banner’s Young Master Gutu will soon slice Lanling the mongrel into a thousand pieces. The mongrel Lanling cannot even protect himself or his own wife, yet you still seek to escape to his Flame Demon Tribe? Hahahaha…”

“Bring in the demon leopard cage,” the White Cave Tribe chieftain shouts. “Bring in the venomous snake vat and the fire pit!”

Moments later, a huge iron cage is carried in, housing five ferocious demon leopards.

And the venomous snake vat, with a diameter of over ten meters, contains thousands of venomous snakes.

The fire pit is also a gigantic vat filled with red-hot coals.

“I kindly took you despicable Near-Human Tribe members in, yet you are ungrateful and even attempt to escape, to seek refuge with the mongrel Lanling,” the White Cave Tribe chieftain coldly states. “I am the most benevolent person, giving you three choices: first, be eaten by demon leopards; second, be bitten to death by venomous snakes; third, be thrown into the fire pit to be burned alive!”

Then the White Cave Tribe chieftain waves his hand.

The first batch of runaway slaves is brought out, totaling ten people.

The young chief of the White Cave Tribe steps forward, “Choose a way to die.”

These ten Near-Human Tribe slaves kneel motionlessly.

The young chief’s gaze falls on a delicate and charming Near-Human Tribe girl, “Slut, haven’t I treated you well? I slept with your wretched body three times and graciously allowed you to serve my night chamber pot, yet you’re ungrateful and even dare to escape, seeking refuge with the mongrel Lanling?”

The Near-Human Tribe girl lifts her head, fearlessly retorting coldly, “Our great master will not let you go.”

“Your master is me…” The young chief grips the girl’s hair fiercely, “The mongrel Lanling cannot protect himself; even his wife will be taken and abused by Young Master Gutu, yet you still rely on him? Hahaha… If he dares come to my White Cave Tribe, I guarantee he will be castrated alive, and I’ll use his head as my urinal, hahaha…”

Then, the young chief loudly asks the tribe’s high-ranking members, “How should we execute this batch?”

“Throw them into the snake vat, the snake vat…” The White Cave Tribe’s high-ranking members shout excitedly, their blood boiling regardless of gender.

“Alright, snake vat it is…” The young chief gives the order.

Immediately, the first batch of Near-Human Tribe escape slaves is thrown alive into the giant vat of snakes, where thousands of venomous snakes quickly coil around them, baring fangs and biting viciously.

“Ah… Ah…”

The ten Near-Human Tribe slaves unleash piercing cries of agony.

“Good, good, good…”

The tribe’s high-ranking members, regardless of age or gender, clap wildly, their blood boiling at the thrilling spectacle.

In just two minutes, the first batch of runaway slaves is all bitten to death by the venomous snakes, their screams silenced.

The second batch of runaway slaves is brought forth.

The young chief steps forward, “Old mongrel, choose one of the three ways to die!”

This aged Near-Human Tribe man is also castrated, his collarbone pierced, barely clinging to life.

The elderly slave trembles, “Our great master will not let you go; he will definitely avenge us.”

“Avenge…” The young chief grabs the old man’s head and smashes it onto the ground, instantly pulverizing it.