World-Ending Demon Emperor
Chapter 1293 - 571: Celestial Miracle! Constantine’s Doomsday!

Chapter 1293: 571: Celestial Miracle! Constantine’s Doomsday!

"No! Absolutely not!" After hearing Constantine’s command, Shamaness Yin Ji disregarded her own odd feelings and hurriedly stopped him, "This is Lanling’s conspiracy; he is trying to anger you, to make you send out your entire army!"

Although she existed as a shaman, she largely took herself as Alfonso’s strategist.

"Shut up!" Constantine shouted coldly, pointing at Yin Ji, "Shut up! Shut up!"

During this period, Constantine had treated Shamaness Yin Ji very amicably, perhaps even better than Alfonso, but now he suddenly changed his face, catching everyone off guard.

Moreover, his gaze was utterly filled with distrust.

Shamaness Yin Ji had always wrapped herself tightly to hide her human identity, but now Lanling openly exposed her in front of everyone, bringing countless exclusionary and distrustful looks upon her.

Alfonso, of course, knew she was human, but due to a special bond, he continued to trust Yin Ji to some extent, allowing her to keep her human identity a secret; otherwise, consequences would be dire.

The Southern Barbaric Lands were so repulsed by the Near-Human Tribe, let alone humans, which were diametrically opposed.

Humans existing in Rakshasa City was entirely due to commercial smuggling; these humans fulfilled the luxurious desires of the top aristocrats of the Rakshasa Tribe. At least, these humans never dared to leave the Heaven and Earth Pavilion.

And compared to the acceptance in Rakshasa City, the tribes below are extremely primitive and narrow-minded.

Alfonso said, "Weren’t you the one who originally supported the full assault? Why have you changed your mind now?"

His voice was somewhat cold, and his gaze was filled with strange anger.

Shamaness Yin Ji replied, "Previously, I believed Lanling wouldn’t sacrifice his own woman for such a bitter strategy, thus the energy shield disappearing must be true. But now it seems Lanling is doing everything possible to enrage Chieftain Constantine; there must be a trap here!"

Alfonso retorted coldly, "Could it be that you’ve fallen for Lanling, and hence have other thoughts?"

These words made Shamaness Yin Ji shiver.

She truly had no ulterior motives towards Alfonso, although Lanling’s wolf-like kiss made her heart race and feel strange.

But towards Lanling’s attempts to recruit her, her heart screamed, "Go to hell!"

However, Alfonso’s reaction wasn’t suspicion but jealousy, anger, even a sense of being cuckolded.

How could this be? She always took Alfonso as a foster father; how could he have such thoughts?

Suddenly, Shamaness Yin Ji shivered, then solemnly said, "Foster father, you may not trust me, but as the shaman of the Ankara Tribe, as your strategist, I must express my thoughts. We absolutely cannot gamble everything on attacking the Flame Demon Tribe, or we will surely fall into Lanling’s trap. Now what we must do is continue the siege!"

"Continue the siege, then let Lanling urinate, kill, and flaunt his power above us every day?" Alfonso said coldly.

...

Now no one could stop Constantine.

A burning rage, an infinite hatred, a man’s dignity—all made him feel as if he was being completely incinerated, compelling him to fight desperately with Lanling.

He stood at a high point and shouted loudly, "Brothers of the two tribes, can you tolerate such a vile Near-Human Tribe flaunting and defecating above us noble Rakshasa Tribe?"

"No!" shouted the soldiers of the Chimera Tribe.

Absolutely not; the previous Foreign Tribe Army was completely akin to dogs within the tribe, yet now they arrogantly established their own tribe, on what grounds?

Constantine shouted, "Do you still remember the ten thousand Gold Coins that Lanling pulled out from the Ghost Realm World?"

How could they forget?

That shiny pile of Gold Coins had formed a small mountain, causing the Chimera and Ankara Tribes to fight inexplicably, with casualties numbering in the thousands.

However, that time was also the largest harvest for the brothers; everyone snatched four to five Gold Coins, some even snatched ten or more, becoming immensely wealthy.

Ordinarily, the soldiers of the tribe had no chance to touch Gold Coins; only during the war could they exchange merit points for Gold Coins, but that was at most one or two Gold Coins, which was rare to obtain every two or three years.

Constantine continued, "And right now, in his pseudo-Flame Demon Tribe, right behind the wall in that hole, a million Gold Coins are hidden."

A million Gold Coins?

Everyone’s eyes turned green!

This figure was so large that they really couldn’t figure it out, but someone had already said that if evenly divided, everyone would get forty Gold Coins.

Suddenly, everyone exploded!

Oh my, forty Gold Coins?

They couldn’t spend it all in a lifetime; they could eat whatever they wanted daily, wear different clothes daily, sleep with different women daily.

Instantly, nearly thirty thousand troops from the two tribes became boiling with passion, yelling wildly, their weapons furiously pounding their chests.

Only Alfonso looked at Constantine disdainfully; a million Gold Coins, what an outrageous bluff, yet in his urgency, Constantine dared to boast anything.

Indeed, Constantine was bluffing, boasting.

But in his blind attempts, he actually guessed correctly.

"A million Gold Coins, all yours." Constantine shouted, "As long as you charge into the pseudo-Flame Demon Tribe, everything will be yours! The Gold Coins of the despicable Lanling are yours, Lanling’s women are yours, you can ravage to your heart’s content..."