Chapter 115 You Brats! Get Out!
Chapter 115 You Brats! Get Out!
Deep beneath the Kadalu Tribe, in the underground palace of the Voodoo Clan,
The stone walls were covered in intricate totem murals, stretching from the entrance all the way to the main altar in the deepest hall.
Though the underground palace had been built recently, the murals weren't new.
They had been moved from the old palace—
Because each one told the story of the Voodoo Clan's bond with the Voodoo Dragon.
It was their history—
And proof that they had always existed.
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The History of the Voodoo Clan
Thousands of years ago—
The Voodoo Clan was at war.
Several tribes launched a brutal attack, claiming that the Voodoo Clan was too monstrous—
Too much like disaster beasts.
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But the truth was simple—
The other tribes wanted their land and resources.
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The Voodoo Clan fought back.
But they were outnumbered.
And in the end, they lost.
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The victorious tribes divided up the healthy women and children.
The old, weak, sick, and disabled were exiled—
Driven into the forbidden zone of disaster beasts, left to die.
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But their suffering was only beginning.
As the disaster beasts devoured them,
The other tribes laughed.
Instead of showing mercy,
They hunted them for sport, turning it into a game.
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The Voodoo Clan could do nothing but run for their lives.
They ran deeper and deeper into the forbidden zone, with no idea where they were going.
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By the time they stumbled into a massive cave,
Out of 90,000 clansmen, only 800 remained.
But their nightmare wasn't over.
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The scent of blood drew more disaster beasts.
More slaughter followed.
By the time they fortified themselves in the cave, only 400 remained.
And the beasts kept coming.
They had no hope left.
They were waiting to die.
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But then—
A pair of massive green eyes opened deep inside the cave.
A monstrous force shook the mountains and forests.
Birds and beasts scattered in terror.
The disaster beasts attacking them froze in place, their bodies trembling.
As the green eyes closed again,
The disaster beasts turned and ran for their lives.
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The Voodoo Clan had been saved.
By a dragon.
A massive, green-scaled creature—
An Ancient Dragon,
A Voodoo Dragon.
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Why had it saved them?
No one knew.
Maybe it pitied them.
Maybe their battle disturbed its sleep.
But the Voodoo Clan didn't care.
They knelt before the dragon,
And swore their loyalty.
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The Rise of the Voodoo Clan
Under the Voodoo Dragon's protection,
The clan thrived.
They evolved,
Gaining the ability to resonate with the dragon's power.
Their warriors became as deadly as disaster beasts.
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One day,
They left the dragon's cave.
They marched back into human territory.
And they took revenge.
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Every man, woman, and child in the invading tribes was slaughtered.
They showed no mercy.
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The nearby tribes watched in horror.
The Voodoo Clan had returned stronger than ever—
But they weren't human anymore.
They were monsters.
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And they accepted it.
They didn't want to be human anymore.
They returned to the Voodoo Dragon.
And this time—
They swore an eternal contract.
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For thousands of years,
They served the dragon as their one and only god.
And the Voodoo Dragon did nothing.
It simply slept.
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The Fall of the Voodoo Dragon
One day,
Three King-level disaster beasts attacked.
The Voodoo Dragon fought back.
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One was torn apart.
One was left crippled.
One was blinded.
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But the Voodoo Dragon fell.
And its worshippers were wiped out.
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The survivors fled, carrying the dragon's reborn egg.
For generations, they searched for a new home.
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Then, they found Baitan City.
A hub of Earth's energy.
The perfect place for their god to be reborn.
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Now—
They were ready to take it.
Even if their entire clan died in battle,
They would see their god rise again.
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Inside the Underground Palace
The altar hall was the command center of the great shamans.
At its heart—
The Voodoo Dragon's egg.
Surrounded by ten Level 50 great shamans.
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"After we take Baitan City, we must hold it for ten years."
"Once our god is restored, we will take back our true homeland."
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Just then—
A commotion broke out at the entrance to the underground palace.
Several guards were shouting—
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"You brats! What do you think you're doing?!"
"This is the underground palace! Not a playground!"
"Get out!"
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A group of wizard children, carrying a large incubator, looked up in confusion.
Their mission was clear—
Deliver the tribute to their god.
But now—
They were blocked by the guards.
Would they get through?
And more importantly—
Would Xu Yan finally reach the Voodoo Dragon's egg?
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The plan was in motion.
But the real challenge was just beginning.