84: Chapter 84 Departure! The Majesty of the Dragon God Tribe

"Patriarch! 'Aeolus' is full! We can depart at any time!"

As the early morning sunlight just pierced through the rainforest's mist, the valiant figure of war commander Chen Xiao appeared at the entrance of the King's Palace.

Her face carried an irrepressible excitement and fanaticism.

Overnight, she had established a preliminary connection with the Swift Dragon hatchling bestowed upon her by Qin Yu.

Furthermore, she had given it a resounding name—Aeolus.

Because its speed was as fast as a gale!

Qin Yu slowly rose from his throne. A night of rest had left him full of energy, and his perfect body contained power even more terrifying than yesterday.

Every kill was making him stronger.

"Very good."

Qin Yu's voice was calm, but a cold sharpness flickered in his eyes.

"Have everyone gather at the valley entrance."

"Yes!"

Chen Xiao took her orders and turned to leave quickly, her steps carrying a hint of impatient joy.

A moment later.

At the valley entrance of the Dragon God Tribe, a scene sufficient to strike terror into the heart of any intruder was unfolding.

Ten of the tallest and most powerful Valkyries were fully armed and lined up in formation.

They were no longer wearing crude animal skins, but exquisite leather armor sewn from tough Triceratops hide and "hundred refined steel" plates.

The leather armor perfectly outlined their vigorous and hot figures, while the steel plates on vital parts shimmered with a cold metallic luster in the morning light, combining beauty with lethal defensive power.

Each of them had a "hundred refined steel" short sword forged by Li Mo hanging at their waist, and a small but powerful hand crossbow on their back.

A murderous aura rushed toward the viewer!

And even more eye-catching than their equipment were the "partners" by their side.

Ten Swift Dragons that had already grown to nearly the size of adult giant wolves!

After a night of feeding and being tamed by Qin Yu's [Wilderness Overlord] pressure, these predators, which were still full of wildness yesterday, now lay docilely at the feet of their chosen masters.

Their dark green scales were glossy, their muscle lines were smooth and explosive, and their golden vertical pupils flickered with a light where intelligence and ferocity coexisted.

This was the Dragon God Tribe's first, and also the world's only—Dragon Riders unit!

Even if it was still just a prototype.

Beside this majestic Dragon Riders squad was a miserable scene that formed the ultimate contrast.

The messenger of Hope Barrier, Mark Williams, and his nine team members were strung together by a coarse vine rope like a herd of livestock waiting to be slaughtered.

Their "high-tech" combat suits had long since become tattered during last night's terror and flight, and their faces were filled with exhaustion, fear, and deep humiliation.

Especially Mark; as he looked at these ten valiant women who seemed like Valkyries descended from myth, and then at the Swift Dragon mounts emitting a terrifying aura at their feet, his worldview was being crushed again and again.

Barbarians?

Blood-drinking natives?

No!

This is a fucking demon legion straight out of a dark fantasy epic!

He finally understood what kind of monster he had faced yesterday!

And he had actually been foolish enough to try to recruit such a group using "civilization" and an "alliance"?

It was simply the most ridiculous joke in the world!

Just then, a tall and upright figure slowly walked out from within the valley.

Qin Yu appeared.

He wore no armor, his bronze upper body—filled with a sense of explosive power—still bare.

A simple animal skin skirt wrapped around his robust waist.

He simply walked over like that, yet he seemed to be the center of the world.

All the Valkyries, all the Swift Dragons, and even the wind in the air seemed to hold their breath before him.

"Greetings, Patriarch!"

Chen Xiao, Liu Wei, and all the Valkyries knelt on one knee, right hand over their hearts, their movements perfectly synchronized, their voices filled with the most fanatical worship!

"Whimper..."

The ten fierce Swift Dragons also seemed to feel the absolute pressure coming from deep within their bloodlines, lowering their proud heads in unison and letting out low cries of submission.

King of a myriad beasts!

Lord of the Tribe!

At this moment, Qin Yu was like a deity walking among mortals!

Mark and his soldiers were so shocked by this majestic and impactful scene that their faces turned pale and their bodies trembled uncontrollably.

This... this is the leader of this Tribe?

This is his authority?

Qin Yu ignored the group of captives who were already scared out of their wits. His gaze swept over this ace squad he had created with his own hands, and he nodded with satisfaction.

"Mount up!"

He gave a brief command.

"Yes!"

Chen Xiao and the others responded in unison, then nimbly flipped themselves onto their respective Swift Dragon mounts.

When ten hot, beautiful Valkyries rode on the backs of fierce prehistoric predators, that primal wild beauty perfectly merged with a lethal aura of danger, creating a suffocating visual impact.

Liu Wei did not have a mount; as the Chief Arcanist, she did not need to charge into battle.

She simply stood quietly behind Qin Yu, holding a staff made of a strange wood. At the tip of the staff, a pale blue crystal was glowing faintly.

"Depart."

Qin Yu had no mount.

Because on this land, no creature was qualified to carry his body.

He simply set off, walking forward at an unhurried pace.

The ten Dragon Riderss, like the most loyal guard, surrounded him on both sides, silently following his lead.

"Keep up!"

A Valkyrie shouted coldly, suddenly jerking the vine in her hand.

Mark and the others stumbled, forcibly dragged along behind this grand procession.

They were guides, and also... hostages.

The group began to travel through the rainforest.

A scene that made Mark and the others feel despair once again occurred.

The jungle marching techniques they were so proud of, having undergone rigorous training, were simply a joke before this "barbarian" team.

Those Swift Dragons were simply natural kings of the jungle!

Their speed was astonishing, their vigorous figures maneuvering between complex trees and rocks as if on level ground.

Those seemingly insurmountable ravines and steep slopes were easily crossed with just one powerful leap.

The entire team's marching speed was more than three times faster than when these "modern soldiers" traveled on foot!

And the most terrifying man, Qin Yu, was like an untiring monster.

He always walked at the very front. His speed was neither fast nor slow, yet it required Chen Xiao and the others on their Swift Dragons to stay alert just to keep up.

His steps seemed to contain a strange rhythm; every step he took landed precisely in the most energy-efficient and effective spot.

Dense shrubs, slippery moss, tangled vines...

All the obstacles in the rainforest that could be fatal were like nothing before him.

Mark and the others were dragged along until they were panting for breath, falling to the ground several times and getting covered in injuries from the rough terrain.

But they did not dare to voice any complaints.

Because whenever their speed slowed down, the cold gazes from the Swift Dragon mounts beside them and the low growls from the Swift Dragons' mouths made their souls jump in fright.

They had no doubt that if they were even a bit slower, they would immediately become a meal for these prehistoric monsters!

This was no longer going for a "negotiation."

This was clearly an... armed escort!

Escorting this group of poor captives to their home to show off the supreme majesty of this terrifying Tribe!

Time flew by during this high-speed march.

As the sun gradually moved toward the west, the team had already penetrated nearly two hundred kilometers into the eastern rainforest.

The environment here began to show obvious changes.

In the air, there was a faint smell of metal and gunpowder smoke.

In the distance, the faint roar of generators working could be heard.

"Patriarch!"

Liu Wei, who was responsible for scouting from high up, drifted down as light as an elf from the canopy of a towering giant tree.

Her face carried a hint of solemnity.

"Ahead is what they called 'Death Canyon'."

Liu Wei said, pointing to a rugged area ahead.

"On the high ground on both sides of the canyon, I sensed a large number of metallic reactions, and... human energy fluctuations."

"It seems their sentry post is located there."

Hearing this, Qin Yu stopped his steps.

He looked up toward that silent canyon, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"So we've finally arrived..."

He turned his head and glanced at the group of captives behind him who were already as tired as dead dogs.

"Mark Williams."

Qin Yu spoke indifferently.

"Huh? Ah! Yes! I'm here!"

Mark gave a start and quickly looked up at Qin Yu with terrified eyes.

Qin Yu's gaze fell upon the Thunder Spear that Mark had picked back up after it was snapped.

"Your 'civilization' should have a way to contact your companions, right?"

Qin Yu's tone was filled with an unquestionable command.

"Now, tell them."

"The Lord of the Dragon God Tribe, Qin Yu."

"Has come to visit."