allendalepharm Chapter 71 Blood Tiger Tribe
Chapter 71 Blood Tiger Tribe
Chapter 71 Blood Tiger Tribe
Watching the metal dragon fly away without a second glance, Karl quickly scanned the area below. It was a mountain range, entirely crimson red, reaching into the clouds, and its vast expanse stretched as far as the eye could see.
In these crimson mountains, Karl could occasionally see some crimson tigers that were tens of meters long. At a rough glance, there were at least a thousand of them, and many of them had a human figure sitting on their backs.
"My lord! Help me!"
While Karl was still observing the situation of the mountains below, a burly man next to him asked Karl for help with a look of terror on his face.
After a quick glance, Karl realized that this person was actually a Saint-level being who hadn't even grasped the profound mysteries.
The gravity of this material plane, which is a hundred times stronger than that of a god-level powerhouse, has very little effect on them. However, it is quite uncomfortable for those in the Saint Realm. And the vast majority of those in the Saint Realm are among the most outstanding members of the Saint Realm.
In Karl's view, most of these people had a grasp of the profound mysteries of the universe, around 80-90%, except for this burly man, who was only at the early stage of the Saint Realm.
During his year-long career with the metallic life form, Karl also learned that this person was named Quinn, from the plane of all nations. According to Quinn himself, he was originally a genius from Aolai Kingdom, who achieved the Saint Realm in just over a hundred years. However, Aolai Kingdom also had its own hostile countries. Quinn was being hunted down by a mid-stage Saint Realm expert and had no choice but to leave the material plane.
Over the past year, Quinn has also discovered that Carl has a relatively good personality. Although he doesn't talk much, he is actually quite easy to get along with.
This is why Quinn asked Carl for help.
"Ugh!"
Carl sighed softly, then reached out and pulled Quinn towards him. Quinn, who was falling rapidly, immediately began to slow down, and Carl only stopped when Quinn could barely withstand the pressure of hell on his own.
"Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!" Quinn said, bowing his hands in thanks as soon as he regained his footing.
Just then, an old man with red hair flew rapidly up from the mountains, ignoring the Holy Domain members who were barely controlling their descent, and stopped directly in front of Karl.
"Haha, no wonder I was in such a good mood today, turns out a friend came from afar."
After laughing heartily, the red-haired old man spoke again: "Clay Lars."
Karl immediately understood that the old man was introducing himself, and quickly said, "Karl Talos."
"Good! It seems you've just arrived in Hell. Welcome to the Blood Tiger Tribe. If you wish to join us, simply give me the inkstone you obtained from the Purple Thorn Army, and we will protect you. If you, Karl, do not wish to do so, you can only stay here for a maximum of three days. After three days, you must leave." Clay Lars said with a smile.
Upon hearing this, Karl was somewhat taken aback, but he quickly understood. Different realms of Hell have different rules, and this was clearly the case in the Blood Tiger Tribe.
"Mr. Clay, what about those sacred domains? As far as I know, those sacred domains don't seem to have obtained the Inkstone from the Purple Thorn Army," Karl asked with a hint of doubt.
"Alas, Mr. Karl, you are unaware of the fact that there is a distinction between material planes and divine planes among countless planes, and Hell is one of the four supreme planes. Without god-level strength, coming to Hell will only lead to the lowest level. Many holy domains don't even have a chance to struggle. It's only because there is a flight route for the Purple Thorn Army above our Blood Tiger Tribe that we don't give these holy domains any chance."
"Once you reach the god level, the Purple Thorn Army will definitely give you a piece of inkstone. Without an inkstone, if you want to join the Blood Tiger Tribe, you'll have to work for us for free for at least a few hundred years," Clay Lars said with a smile and a shake of his head.
"Although our Blood Tiger tribe often has newcomers joining us from Hell, there are also quite a few arrogant people who are unwilling to join our tribe. But if such people wander blindly in Hell, they will hardly survive more than three days." Clay Lars said with some helplessness.
Many god-level powerhouses reign supreme in the material plane and are used to being high above others. Therefore, the Blood Tiger Tribe still gives those who do not want to join the tribe three days. As long as they inquire a little, they will understand the dangers of Hell, and it is normal for them to join the tribe at this time.
Once more than three days have passed, it means that the god-level powerhouse has made a decision. As for whether this decision will allow them to survive in the vast and unfamiliar hell, that is not something the Blood Tiger Tribe should consider.
"Mr. Clay Lars, I am naturally willing to join the Blood Tiger Tribe." With that, Karl flipped his hand, and a one-centimeter cube appeared in his palm, which was the inkstone.
Although it was Karl's first time in Hell, he already knew a little about it. For example, inkstones were the currency of Hell, and a lower-level godhood was only worth one hundred inkstones.
A single lower-level divine spark is enough to make countless Saint-level experts fight to the death on the Yulan Continent.
With a gentle toss, Clay Lars caught the inkstone steadily. Upon seeing it, the danger on his face became even more genuine.
As for whether or not Karl needs to worry about Clay Lars being a fraud, he doesn't need to. After all, Karl can sense Clay Lars's aura, which means that this person is just a lower god like himself. Among lower gods, Karl's wind-elemental laws are the fastest, and he has the three divine artifacts in hand, so he is not afraid of material attacks or soul attacks. At the same time, his material attacks are also powerful. Facing him with the three divine artifacts, a lower god of the same level can at most fight to a draw, and Karl will not be defeated.
After receiving the inkstone, Clay Lars led the way, flying downwards. During the flight, if they encountered any newly arrived Sanctuary members, they would exchange a few words. Most of them chose to join, with only a few refusing.
Hearing Clay Lars' conversation with those Sanctuaries, Karl gained a better understanding of the Blood Tiger Tribe's rules.
The Blood Tiger Tribe's main business is raising red tigers. Once the tigers reach adulthood, they can bleed them to produce Blood Tiger Wine, which is fragrant and mellow and is a major product sold in nearby cities.
Lower-ranking gods who join the tribe can raise a red tiger cub for free, while those Saint-level experts are in a much worse situation, mainly responsible for miscellaneous tasks such as cleaning.
Moreover, this cleaning process would take at least five hundred years, which explains why some Holy Domains are unwilling to join the Blood Tiger Tribe, even though they know it's difficult to venture alone.