Fiancée Stolen by MC, I Trip Them up

Chapter 569 - 471: The Future of the Behemoth Race

As a born warrior, Chief Buri has no thought of resisting Zuo Xiaoluo’s terrifying presence.

Previously, he had occasionally wondered, with Zhao Yi absent from this world, what if someone indeed harbored selfish intentions, it would certainly cause trouble.

Relying on Linglong and those soldiers’ strength, perhaps not others, but alone their Behemoth Race, couldn’t be dealt with by those people.

But now.

Having witnessed Zuo Xiaoluo’s world-destroying strike, he had no thoughts left.

For the rest of his life, he simply wanted to live honestly in the New World and enjoy the remainder of his days.

If it didn’t require him to fight, he planned never to reveal his strength in this lifetime.

That’s how he thought, but others might not accord with his wishes.

Looking at the terrified crowd, Zuo Xiaoluo finished speaking and sneered silently.

Seeing them like this, Linglong revealed a satisfied expression and nodded: "Since you have no objections, next appoint someone to explain the situation to me, why did you appear here?"

She had just finished speaking when someone jumped out angrily: "May you executioners never die a good death... ah!"

Halfway through saying the words, a head flew up, blood splattered three feet.

Zuo Xiaoluo snorted coldly: "So much nonsense."

Linglong looked at her approvingly, then addressed those people again: "Mind your identity, from today onwards, you will be slaves of the New World, and later will assist in building the New World."

"For those who achieve meritorious service, display outstanding performance, their status may change in the future, becoming regular citizens."

Originally, had these people not courted death, merely a little effort for a few months could grant them citizenship.

Now it’s worse.

Many people may be exploited as slaves for their entire lives.

Regarding this.

No New World citizens sympathized, for they deserved it!

They were not three-year-old children, aware that they only survived under Zhao Yi and others’ protection, towards such malicious individuals against the New World, certainly no mercy would be shown.

Their mercilessness towards the enemy was cruel to themselves.

Those mages initially hadn’t reacted, upon hearing Linglong’s words were deeply shocked.

They showed angry expressions, wanting to speak, even some could not contain their inner fury, ready anytime to rise up and resist, but upon seeing Zuo Xiaoluo sitting in mid-air, revealing a slightly smiling expression, none dared to utter even a syllable.

Regardless.

The one who already died without a trace was the point none dared cross.

Seeing no one speak, Linglong spoke towards the distance: "Chief Buri, stop just standing there watching, leave these people to the Behemoth Race to guard. They have significant energy fluctuations, presumed to be good workers."

Even at such a distance, Linglong could sense his presence, and her voice seemed to ring in his ears.

He was inwardly shocked, deeply looking at her.

It seemed this celestial-like woman had abilities not inferior to Zuo Xiaoluo.

What kind of people exactly composed this New World, randomly any person was a deeply hidden expert.

Chief Buri hurriedly ran over, the giant dozens of meters tall, an intimidating and earth-shaking presence watched by the mages in stunned silence.

Someone lifted their head, incredulously gazing at those Behemoths, murmuring at the mouth.

"This... these are actually the legendary Behemoth Race, they were the Half-Beastman World’s proud royal family, born warriors, how could they appear here?"

"Yes, and this Behemoth approaching is nearly a hundred meters tall, such height is indeed rare within the Behemoth Race, what did I just hear, that woman merely moved her mouth and the Behemoth came ingratiatingly, is this still the Behemoth I once knew?"

"My heavens! What kind of monsters are in this world!"

...

Chief Buri doesn’t know what thoughts pass through their minds.

Upon hearing Linglong’s words, he rushed over.

Since arriving in the New World, following Lord Linglong, he hadn’t spent a single day unhappy.

Those delicacies, the rare Spirit Fish, had completely conquered his stomach.

Even his tribesmen looked at him with eyes filled with reverence, if not for him, how could they live such good days.

Moreover.

Chief Buri inadvertently discovered a secret these days, concerning the entire race’s future.

Initially, he couldn’t believe it, until recently when more young couples visited the Shaman’s, leading to a startling conclusion.

Their Behemoth Race’s birth rate had actually increased!

Heaven bless them!

Chief Buri couldn’t recall feeling so excited in years, there was nothing more important for their race.

Realize, in previous times, not even one newborn would be born in a year; food shortages meant the tribesmen’s nutrition was inadequate, even young members would risk their lives at night yet the belly showed no movement.

But now it was different.

Since arriving in the New World, these tribesmen were well-fed and clothed, never hearing of anyone going hungry.

With energy to spare, naturally it found expression on women’s bellies.

Over time.

Many young Behemoths became pregnant, Chief Buri personally conducted a house-to-house statistic gathering, finally deriving a startling conclusion: their Behemoth Race’s birth rate had increased by 1000%.

Meaning while previously at most one newborn might arrive annually, now a minimum of ten would be born.

And this trend would only increase.

Initially, Buri was elated, for everyone wished their tribe to strengthen, aiding better New World construction.

But later.

As the New World’s infrastructure gradually completed, their Behemoth Race’s work slowly reduced.

This occasionally led to Behemoths having no work to do.

When Chief Buri realized it, panic rose in his heart.

This wouldn’t do; if their importance as Behemoths couldn’t be demonstrated, then given their eating capacity plus the continuously appearing newborns, the New World’s leaders might become resentful of them.

If by chance!

Even if only by chance should food shortages occur, their Behemoth Race might be the first exiled from the New World.

If before Zuo Xiaoluo’s act, Chief Buri had some slight hope, they could still serve as powerful warriors for the New World.

But.

With that jaw-dropping strike, everything changed.

Their prideful strength was nothing before that woman.

Merely remaining hope vanished without trace.

Now.

Linglong found him, Chief Buri inwardly warned himself, even at all costs, he must complete Lord Linglong’s missions.

Not only for himself, but for the tribe and their offspring!