"Don't get me wrong, I'm not doing this for you, but for that gentleman."

Aisemata smiled faintly, raising her chin, then bowed her head respectfully in the direction the Lord Demon King left.

"Now we are all subjects of His Majesty the Demon King, it's only natural to help each other... I believe that gentleman wishes for the same."

...

The migration began.

The winding procession resembled a slowly writhing giant beast, stretching from the ruins of Assam City to the horizon, heading towards the Central Desert.

They were all residents of Assam City, having lived near the Holy Lake, part of the Armored Dragon Clan Lizardmen.

High Priest Zel was also among the migrating crowd.

Including the nobles, priests, and generals who survived the catastrophe seven days ago... With the destruction of the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom and the Par Family, their statuses had transformed from high-ranking nobility to ordinary citizens of the Gutaf United Kingdom.

Gazing at the ruins that had shrunk to a dot on the horizon, he sighed wearily, leaning on his wooden cane, and turned back into the migrating procession.

How long it would take to return was unknown.

But even if there were a return.

Assam City presumably would no longer be the pure Holy Land it once was.

Judging from his observations of the various decisions of that Demon King over these days, that guy would almost certainly transform the Holy City of the Armored Dragon Clan into a "Holy Land shared by all Lizardmen of Gana Continent", then dilute or even erase the single tribe's imprint from that land.

Meanwhile, the wings-flapping Wind Roar Clan Lizardmen took to the skies, carrying tokens and messages from various tribe leaders, flying off in all directions.

They would swiftly bring the news to various tribes and assist those Lizardmen possibly affected by tsunamis to migrate to nearby high grounds.

Three days was too short a time.

They were almost racing against time.

Although during previous meetings with the various tribe envoys, the Demon King had already reminded the tribe leaders that he would release the Gana Continent from the seal of the Great Barrier, back then they hadn't taken it to heart or still harbored some fantasies.

But now...

Having witnessed the strength comparable to the Divine, no one doubted the gentleman could achieve this, and he was serious about the Great Barrier.

After receiving the token from Prophet Uyana, the Tide Breath Clan leader did not say much and decisively ordered the migration to begin.

They buried pearls and gold and silver at the seabed, gathered the generationally handed-down fishbone vessels and shell talismans, held their infants, and followed the guidance of the Wind Roar Clan's wings, through the dense rainforest, migrating in the direction of the Sun Step Mountain Range.

That was a place they had never been to.

In their eyes, there was exhaustion, anxiety... but also a hint of yearning for the future.

Looking around the rugged mountains and the woods behind, a young Tide Clan Lizardman curiously glanced at his father beside him carrying the luggage.

"Dad, what will it be like after the Great Barrier is lifted?"

"I don't know, child..."

Perhaps encouraged by the face full of curiosity about everything, the strong male lizardman squeezed out a smile from his fatigued face and reached out to touch the top of his son's head.

"Maybe... not only will we chase the fish near the shore, but we could also venture further to pursue bigger fish."

Thinking that way, the future didn't seem so bad.

The young lizardman's face lit up with anticipation, then he excitedly looked up at the sky, pointing at the winged Wind Roar Lizardman and asked.

"So... by then, will that uncle with wings help us?"

Though everyone in the tribe often said those winged guys were not to be trusted and would snatch children to eat them in caves at night, he always felt that guy wasn't as bad as everyone said.

If that guy were truly so evil, why would he help everyone take refuge?

A child's world is often simpler than that of adults.

And because of that, his father didn't know how to answer the question momentarily and could only give a vague response.

"Perhaps... he will. When he comes down, we can ask him."

Such a thing had never happened before.

At least not within his memory.

However...

Isn't it the same now?

Previously, he couldn't have imagined that the Wind Roar Clan would kindly warn them to take refuge, much less believe that the esteemed Prophet would entrust the tribe's token to those bugs flying in the sky.

The young lizardman excitedly pumped his fist and chirped.

"Great, with him helping us find fish in the sky, we will definitely catch more fish! We could even share some with him..."

At the same time, the Sand Ridge Clan also opened the secret passage beneath the dunes, lit torches, and led the Armored Dragon Clan refugees from the Holy Lake Plain into the Underworld of the Gana Continent, through dark tunnels, moving towards the dry and scorching Central Desert.

They traveled, prayed, feared... yet also held a sliver of hope that perhaps after undergoing this darkness, they could see a different sky.

Maybe not the color they expected.

But at least it wouldn't be worse than now...

By the shattered city walls of Assam City, Luo Yan quietly gazed at the distant lizardman crowd flowing like a flood, a faint smile on his lips.

It seemed that under the threat of life and death, these scheming fellows could lay aside their prejudices and unite.

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