Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

Chapter 1028: The Legend of the Night Demon

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Leaf was engrossed in the story.

Dozens of the emissary’s images appeared in his mind.

He could not help but ask, “Uncle Spider, What does this emissary look like?”

“Right, there are many horns on his head. He looks like a raging flame.”

Spider had not actually seen the emissary’s appearance with his own eyes.

It was nothing more than exaggerating the rumors of others and exaggerating them by ten times.

He gestured and said, “It is said that the Rat God’s emissary has a silver-colored head. There are more than ten pairs of long, big, and curved horns on his head.

“Even the strongest Minotaur warrior can’t grow such beautiful horns!”

Advanced orcs had great horn worship in their aesthetic tastes.

The bigger the horns on their heads, the more beautiful they were, or the more curled up the horns, the more powerful they were.

Legend had it that the great Horned Rat God had dozens of pairs of horns with different positions, but they were equally domineering. They were the product of their aesthetic taste.

No wonder the Big-horned Rat God’s emissary had become a nightmare for countless clan warriors.

“Ever since the capture failed and they were humiliated by the emissary, the clan warriors have never touched the emissary’s tail. On the contrary, the emissary had become enraged and attacked more frequently. Now, the emissary has marked numerous clan warriors on the forehead. Other than the dozens of known unlucky ones, there might be many others who are holding their bleeding foreheads and hiding at home, wanting to cry but having no tears!”

Spider suppressed his laughter and said, “The clan warriors liked to fight at night the most during the Game of the Brave.

“Since it’s cooler at night, they were able to fight without being disturbed when they met their opponents.

“Ever since they started getting disturbed by the Rat God’s emissary, many clan warriors have been too afraid to come out at night.

“They even gave this emissary a brand-new name, Night Demon!”

“Night Demon?”

Leaf was so excited that he could not control himself.

The powerful clan warriors did not dare to come out at night.

How powerful was this Night Demon emissary exactly?

“The Blood Hoof Clan and Ironhide Clan, which rule Black-corner City, can’t do anything about this trouble that getting bigger?”

Leaf recalled the story that the Reaper had recently told him.

The Yellow Scarves, who could not stand it anymore, had risen up to resist, and the old empire had quickly suppressed them.

He was a little worried. “If they can’t catch this emissary, will they attack the other rat residents in their fury? Uncle Spider, isn’t it important for us to talk about the Big-horned Rat God and the Night Demon emissary openly?”

“Attack the ordinary rat subjects? That would be too embarrassing for the ancestral spirits of the warriors!”

Spider snorted. “Besides, the samurai lords didn’t detain us not because they were merciful. Instead, they needed us to mine, forge iron, forge weapons, and march to war. Once the horn sounds, they will have to rush to the front like a swarm of bees to fill up the trenches filled with spikes.

“If they target us, who would do such a thing for them? Would they let the old warriors unclog the stinky underground pipes and fill the enemy’s trenches to block the enemy’s rain of arrows?

“Besides, I’m not lying. The Rat God’s runes were indeed carved on the clan warriors’ foreheads!

“Since tens of millions of years ago, Picturesque Orchid Lake has always been the prey of the strong, and it has always respected martial arts! The rat people are rat people and the warriors are warriors because the former has had to endure the enslavement of the latte. The former has been weak and the latter has been powerful!

“Now, the powerful warriors have been defeated by the weak rat people in an extremely humiliating way. So, who are the rat people? Who are the warriors? Plus, who is more qualified to rule over whom?”

Leaf nodded subconsciously.

The advanced orcs had indeed carried out the survival philosophy of “the weak are prey to the strong, and the strong are respected” to the extreme.

The clan warriors never showed mercy to the rats, but they did not show any mercy, sympathy, and tolerance to the weak among their own people either.

Even the military nobles with a long history, whose parents were extremely glorious battle group powerhouses, would turn around and run away if they could not pass the coming of age ceremony. If they were scared out of their wits on the battlefield, it would be a disgrace to their ancestral spirits.

A dignified warrior would still be sent to Hell in an instant and reduced to the lowest of the rat people.

It was not up to the rat people to mock these fellows. The warriors of other clans, or even their brothers and sisters, would criticize them until they were utterly disfigured and mock them until they were in a condition worse than death.

In fact, many military aristocrats who had a strong sense of honor would even initiate “sanctions” against these fellows who had tarnished the honor of their ancestral spirits. They would personally end their shameful lives and preserve their family’s reputation.

It was already a great humiliation to be defeated by the Rat God’s emissary.

They even had the Rat God’s runes carved on their foreheads. Their ancestors were so angry that they were about to be resurrected from Holy Mountain. They would roar and swoop down onto the human world.

If these warriors wanted to avenge themselves, there were only two ways.

One was to do everything possible to capture and defeat the Rat God’s emissary on the fairest battlefield possible.

If they could not find an enemy for the purpose of redeeming themselves after a long time, they would have to die.

Therefore, the clan warriors who were filled with fury and did not know who to vent it on were not in the mood to release their anger on the ordinary rat civilians.

If they did not take proper measures and came to find trouble with the ordinary rat civilians, they would be bullying the weak, making their mistakes worse and humiliating themselves.

“The strong should wield their blades against stronger ones”—no matter how badly the clan warriors performed in other aspects, they would carry everything out to the end, at least on the surface.

That was also the reason why many rat residents were discussing the news so quickly.

Even their masters, the clan warriors who had not encountered the Night Demon emissary, did not avoid talking about it and were gloating over it.

In short, according to Spider, the clan warriors in Black-corner City were clearly divided into two kinds of people, those who had encountered the Night Demon and those who had not encountered the Night Demon.

The former was shocked and angry with lingering fear in their hearts.

The latter looked down on the former and scoffed, thinking that the former was too timid and cowardly. They were even afraid of a few rats who were just pretending to be ghosts. How could they still have the spirit of dignified warriors?

Leaf listened to the crowd talking about the magic of the Night Demon emissary.

Everyone had different versions, and each version was more exaggerated than the previous one.

In the last version, the Night Demon emissary could simply sneak into the temples of those thousand-year-old noble clans as if no one was there.

The more Spider and the servants talked, the more excited they became. They were all red-faced and overjoyed.

If it had been in the past, Leaf would have definitely joined in enthusiastically. He would have gotten great satisfaction from chasing after the legends with the servants.

However, the Reaper’s words seemed to open a brand new door in his mind, allowing him to stand at a higher angle and look at the distant future.

Leaf patiently listened as the servants described every detail, their spittle flying everywhere.

The more he listened, the more he felt that it was not right.

Some of the servants’ descriptions were too over the top.

According to them, the Night Demon could fool hundreds of clan warriors. That was not the Rat God’s emissary but the arrival of the Rat God himself.

Moreover, when he calmed down and thought about it, even if the Night Demon could really deal with hundreds of clan warriors, it would not be enough.

It would not be enough to help all the rat people in Black-corner City out of their predicament.

Plus, the rat people who were qualified to endure slavery in Black-corner City were considered the lucky ones among the tens of millions of rat people scattered across Orchid Lake’s entire map.

At the very least, they could fill their stomachs and live on for the time being.

There were also countless old, weak, women, and children among the rat people who were wandering the barren land that had been plundered by the recruitment team like wandering ghosts.

Who could save them?

“What should we do next?” Leaf could not help but blurt out after thinking hard.

“What?”

He frowned and seemed to be deep in thought, which was not in sync with the crowd’s joy.

The servants’ eyes all turned to the young man whose temperament was completely different from that of the ordinary rat people under Meng Chao’s control.

“Leaf, what are you worried about?” Spider asked.

“I’m not worried. I just don’t know what will happen next.”

Leaf said, “And what should we, the servants who are trapped in the Blood Skull Arena, do?”

The question caused all the servants to fall silent.

Indeed, it was a question that everyone had been struggling with.

Although the Big-horned Rat God’s runes and the legend of the Night Demon emissary were fascinating and exciting, the mentality of worshipping the strong had also made them worship the Big-horned Rat God and his emissary from the bottom of their hearts.

That aside, the brains of these rat civilians were not fully developed, and there was no clear answer as to what their future path should be.

If it was in the foundry area, the quarry, and the underground sewage pipes, from coming to Black-corner City to becoming skeletons and dying, it would usually only take a year and a half. At most, it would take three to five years of slave labor. There was no need to struggle at all. As long as the Big-horned Rat God gave an oracle, they would be willing to sacrifice their lives without hesitation. They were not precious lives.

In the Blood Skull Arena, there were also many workers who were seriously wounded and whose limbs were missing.

In the upcoming Tournament of the Five Clans, they would certainly be used as cannon fodder and used to fill in the trenches.

These people were also very willing to fight for the Big-horned Rat God and die for their clan.

Despite that, servants such as Leaf and Spider were following one of the four trump cards in the Blood Skull Arena.

Based on tradition, when all the gladiators and servant soldiers in the Blood Skull Arena were organized into the Bloody Skull Legion, they would become Ice Storm’s trusted soldiers and elites.

As long as they fought bravely and were lucky, they would not necessarily die, right?

Besides, would the Rat God really come?

Although they were all boasting and acting as if they were serious and the Rat God was their best friend...

These rat soldiers actually knew better than anyone else how much water was in their “true information.”

They were just whistling at night to boost their courage.

Before the Blood Hoof Army gathered and attacked the Gold Clan, no one was sure whether the Rat God could really descend.

“Just wait and see!”

Spider could only say, “The Big-horned Rat God will definitely send more revelations and let his emissary show us the way forward!”

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