Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God-Chapter 1140 - 646 Serpent People’s Conspiracy_3

Tun Marsh is now in an unprecedented perilous situation, where even a minor misstep could lead to utter disaster.

Who would have thought that before he could figure out how to deal with the Conqueror Army and confirm the current status of the Lizard Queen,

The cunning former Vizier, that long snake, emerged again.

Gregory hated snakes, he truly detested them, whether it was the former Vizier Anachet or the current Vizier Alhashan, every word they spoke was venomous, and every action they took had ulterior motives. They had never been loyal to the Lizard Queen; they were only loyal to themselves without needing reasons or evidence. He trusted his instincts.

From the moment he saw Anachet, Gregory felt an ominous premonition. This venomous snake had not appeared earlier or later, but specifically at this moment, surely carrying unbearable venom.

"You first tell me where Kurgor is," demanded the abhorrent serpent person Anachet, straightening up from his throne that was greatly mismatched to his body, looking down at Gregory.

Although his voice was cold, devoid of any intonation, Gregory could still hear a thick tone of mockery in it, and crucially, he couldn’t refute; he too was unsure of what exactly had happened with his queen.

After the Lizard Queen was enveloped in the dark mist created by the enemy for several minutes, her style of operations and commands suddenly took a dramatic 180-degree turn. What was once a fierce enemy instantly became an ally, and they turned to declare war against the Ghost Witch Army of Far Sea Marsh.

At first, they doubted this command, but once the entire wartime situation became entangled in a Divine War of True Gods’ Enthronement, all that remained was relief. Had the Lizard Queen not changed her stance earlier, they might have become mere fodder in the Divine War, ending up as someone else’s soul trophies—because in such wars, those True Gods didn’t care if you were good at ground battles, they would definitely drive them mercilessly ashore, unquestionably, in their eyes, they were all mere mortals, expendable fodder.

The amphibious troops that besieged Far Sea Marsh and then retreated back to the Wild Border River also didn’t have much impact on them, after all, those were defeated soldiers without a core leadership or a resolution to fight, merely a one-sided encirclement and killing and that too half-heartedly.

However, with the Lizard Queen’s mysterious disappearance, Gregory’s unease reached an extreme. He always felt that the Lizard Queen’s unusual behavior wasn’t just a simple change of mind; it seemed more like she was being controlled, compelled to act as such. freewёbnoνel.com

With the intention of minimizing losses, Gregory, risking the chance of being brutally killed by the Lizard Queen, led the Lizardfolk Army back to the Lizard Court, waiting for the return of the Lizard Queen while actively exploring her current status. He believed that this issue originated from the Conqueror Army. If they chose to clear the Goblin Margins and aim for Tun Marsh, they would inevitably confront them. Keeping the entire Lizardfolk Army intact was the only way they had a bargaining chip to negotiate and possibly redeem the Lizard Queen.

But who would have thought, just as matters were about to proceed, internal issues cropped up on Tun Marsh’s side, complicating the situation even further.

Seeing the Half-Black Dragon Lizardfolk General at a loss for words, the abhorrent serpent person Anachet hissed, "Can’t you answer my question? Haha, then let me tell you, she’s already dead. I left a mark on her, and the moment her Dragon Soul left her body, I was notified immediately. She will never return..."

"Impossible." Gregory flatly denied, "Her Majesty is not dead; she’s just temporarily controlled by magic. No one can kill Her Majesty silently. Anachet, stop spreading rumors here. Get out of here immediately, go back to your Serpent Marsh, and I’ll pretend nothing happened today. Otherwise, I don’t need Her Majesty to take action; I can lead my forces to flatten your Serpent Marsh and eradicate all your venomous snakes. Your ability to dominate the Serpent Marsh is not because of your strength, but because of Her Majesty’s mercy, allowing your existence."

In the end, the Half-Black Dragon Lizardfolk General looked fiercely determined. He decided not to waste words with this cunning venomous snake and resolve the issue in the simplest, most brutal way he knew best—by force.

After all, these venomous snakes were always known for their conspiracies, not their combat abilities. The over ten thousand Lizardfolk Army he currently commanded was his greatest confidence. If they couldn’t beat the Conqueror Army, devouring a snake nest they had been keeping at the very heart of the marsh was nothing but an easy task.

Unmoved by the threats, the abhorrent serpent person casually waved his hand, and the Corrosion Pool in front of him began swirling crazily, bringing up an image in front of Gregory, who then spoke, "If I remember correctly, this tribe should be your Maternal Tribe, under your supervision, these must be your offspring, right?"

Just a glance was enough for Gregory’s black dorsal fin to bristle angrily, turning bright red as he roared thunderously, "Anachet, you are despicable and shameless! If you dare harm a single scale of my kin, I will fight you to the death until I exterminate every venomous snake in your Serpent Marsh."

Regarding Gregory’s threat, the abhorrent serpent person wasn’t concerned at all, hissing calmly, "Whether I harm them or not ultimately depends on you, General. If you are willing to cooperate with me, I assure you, not only will I not touch a single scale of your offspring, but your position will also not only remain unaffected, it will even rise above this, becoming the new king of the entire Tun Marsh, the ruler of all scaled beings, not just Lizardfolk, but all Serpent People and Mad Frogmen will swear loyalty to you..."