Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God-Chapter 1138 - 646: The Serpent People’s Conspiracy

When the Lizard Queen died in battle on the Bridge of Faith and was transformed by Gaven into a Shadow Giant Dragon, the originally somber Dead Swamp suddenly plunged into agitation, especially the half-sunken Serpent People’s Temple, which revived from its lifelessness. Countless massive figures surged out from beneath the water, vaguely humanoid in shape but possessing many serpentine features.

Those Serpent God statues atop the Serpent People’s Temple lit up one by one, emitting a gray light, with inaudible serpent hisses emanating from them, instantly spreading throughout the entire Dead Swamp, and even the entire Tun Marsh, pushing that agitation to an extreme. All serpents uncontrollably swarmed towards this Serpent People’s Temple, and among these figures, the most eye-catching were those with humanoid shapes.

These humanoid figures were not entirely consistent in appearance; in fact, there was considerable variation.

Most resembled humans closely but bore many non-human traits such as scaled skin, serpentine eyes, sharp snake fangs, and forked tongues like those of snakes. The degree of these features also varied; the milder cases exhibited only one or two traits, while the severe cases had all, with skin largely covered by snake scales.

These were called Pureblood Serpent People, the lowest tier of all Serpent People, regarded by their kin as impure and defective, both for ancestral reasons and because the serpentine part of their lineage had been diluted due to interbreeding with other humanoid beings.

Do not be deceived by their humanoid aspects; even if only a single scale is present, she is a Serpent Person, not a human. Her nature is cold and ruthless like the Serpent People, and her allegiance lies with the Serpent People rather than humans. Even if these Serpent People grew up among humans, given a chance to return to their kin, they would not hesitate to do so, including betraying those sage beings who raised them, because they are emotionless beings, incapable of forming bonds through emotions. Those who tried to bind Serpent People with affection have all failed without exception and suffered retaliation. To prove their worth and purity to the pure-blooded Serpent People, their methods are often more brutal and ruthless than other types of Serpent People.

Due to physical limitations, these Pureblood Serpent People were somewhat hindered in the marsh; thus, without exception, they rode atop enormous pythons.

There was another group of Serpent People, who had moved beyond the humanoid category and were hybrids of humans and serpentine beings. Their most widely known form, with an upper body of a human and the lower body of a giant python, was just one of many. In reality, Serpent People’s forms were not limited to this; there were also those with serpent heads and human bodies, as well as those with human heads and bodies but serpent-like arms. This group was collectively known as Cursed Serpent People, already assumed to be the middle tier of Serpent hierarchy.

Above them were the epitomes of Serpent People, known as Abhorrent Serpent People, who had humanoid torsos and arms but heads like giant snakes, and were covered from head to toe with snake scales. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

Anachet was a prominent figure among the Abhorrent Serpent People, immensely tall; just the standing part of him alone exceeded three meters. There was no trace of human emotion in his snake eyes, only endless coldness, even when looking at the steadily gathering crowd of Serpent People and serpents.

Soon, the area around the Serpent People’s Temple was densely packed with Serpent People and serpents, as far as the eye could see. Abhorrent Serpent Person Anachet, in a distinct Serpent Person hiss, declared, "Kurgor, that despicable invader, is dead. The Lizard Court is leaderless. It is time to reclaim what is ours, it is time to tell the world that the Tun Marsh belongs to us, the Tun Serpents. I command you in the name of High Priest Zehir, bare your venomous fangs, inject your venom into the enemies’ veins, transform them into part of us, let them also enjoy the glory of Zehir."

Even during this stirring speech, Anachet’s tone remained unvarying, devoid of any emotion, merely stating a fact.

"We will not fail Zehir’s expectations, nor will we disappoint the High Priest."

"Our venom is destined to fill the entire Tun Marsh, everything here is destined to be ours."

"Take back our everything, take back our everything."

The response from below lacked passion as well; the low hissing of the serpents sounded more like going through the motions, a group devoid of basic emotions, what kind of morale could be inspired?

Anachet, accustomed to this, was undisturbed and continued, "As long as you honor Zehir, he will grant you purer Serpent People bloodlines, endowing you with greater strength, you will become the venomous fangs of Zehir."

"Zehir!"

"Zehir!"

"Zehir!"

These few lines had a noticeably greater impact on the Serpent People; their hisses carried a bit of fervor, particularly among the Pureblood Serpent People, whose most urgent pursuit was obtaining purer Serpent People bloodlines. If they couldn’t break free from their lowly states, they wouldn’t even enter the middle or higher tiers of Serpent hierarchy, let alone gain greater power.