When the plot-skips players into the game world Chapter 1503: 205: King of the Winged

Chapter 1503: Chapter 205: King of the Winged

——You motherfucker just wants to screw !

Aiwass was instantly embarrassed and annoyed.

For so reason, he inexplicably felt like a noble lady or princess being harassed by rude rcenaries of an alien race…

Besides, where in this desert are there wild sheep and fish? Aren’t those all raised by people!

You see it and think it’s yours, right!

“How about it, my lord?”

The red-haired chieftain looked eagerly at Aiwass, her gaze so intense it seed it would lt Aiwass: “I think I shouldn’t be considered ugly—in terms of human aesthetics. I have several human lovers who praised my beauty and passion. I can feel it; your gaze just now should have scanned several tis, right?”

Saying this, she proudly puffed out her chest.

It was a scale larger than Hayna’s, comparable to Cardinal Matilda’s.

This Siren was at least a head taller than Hayna, even about the sa height as Aiwass. That was truly breast size larger than the head.

“…That’s because, although I’ve read about Avianfolk customs in books, seeing it for the first ti still surprises sowhat.”

Aiwass coughed lightly and added, “The last ti I t one, she was wearing a coat when she saw .”

“Oh, Celeño? She’s my sister, we have the sa mother. Didn’t you notice we resemble each other a bit?”

Saying this, the coarse Siren chieftain finally made her self-introduction: “By the way, my na is Elo—you can just call by my na. Sorry, I forgot I still had to provide my na. We actually don’t attach much importance to nas, especially with foreigners. Within our race, we generally use the most famous title to address… For instance, Celeño, very few people call her by her na, instead, they would say ‘Elo’s sister’ or ‘Hapi’s daughter’.

Chieftain Elo simply defended herself, staring unblinkingly at Aiwass, beaming: “Would you like to chat with ? Of course, of course… as long as you’d like, oh handso and great Benevolent Lord. I’ve heard you’re a compassionate person, and today it seems to be true!”

——What do you an, true? I didn’t say anything, you just glanced at and declared I’m compassionate… Do I look compassionate?

Aiwass montarily couldn’t hold back.

Although Avianfolk enjoy strong bloodlines, this chieftain is also a bit off… There’s a sense of awkward chatting and excessive flattery when nothing else cos to mind.

In Parthia, there are also many Benevolent Lords, yet Avianfolk don’t seem to respect them much… After all, to be a Benevolent Lord, one must first adapt to the Path of Dusk, aning they must be a race or individual particularly conscientious of death, mories, and reminiscence.

Hence, Benevolent Lords are typically human, with a small chance of being Lizardfolk or Serpentfolk, but Trolls and Avianfolk, this kind of reckless race, can’t possibly beco Benevolent Lords. However, due to the Avianfolk’s special physical structure, they’re the least likely to starve or die of thirst—hungry? Go catch a sheep or a fish, thirsty? Find a river and drink a few sips.

What, the sheep and fish are raised by free people? The river water is the Benevolent Lord’s gift?

——What does that have to do with , I just eat and drink and fly away.

A river is so long, it can’t be populated by people everywhere, right. Eat and leave, and no traces are left, even if people can’t figure out who did it… As long as they don’t get caught in the act, eating a bit and leaving doesn’t cause much trouble.

These Avianfolk also lack any desire for power, like Trolls, they eat nearly every other species, and can’t unite to have slaves—slaves that flee might just be caught and eaten by Avianfolk passing by. Thus, although Avianfolk persistently adhere to the principle of zero cost acquisition, they’ve never been purged by Benevolent Lords.

Because even Benevolent Lords fear their cities being resented by these Avianfolk.

They certainly can’t break in, and Benevolent Lords certainly can’t starve. But all kinds of rare resources must rely on trade between city-states and shipnts from outside to be brought in. If they truly offend the Sirens and get guerilla fought by them, they can’t hold out for long.

Unlike rebels, who at least march on the ground and have bases, Avianfolk fly all over, invisible and uncaught, possibly having nests as re high dunes or mines, grabbing eggs and fleeing without any burden.

They are an even more rogue race than Goblins. Only in the Horus Kingdom have Avianfolk beco more cultured and dignified.

For this reason, Aiwass doesn’t really wish to antagonize them.

But thinking to this point, Aiwass suddenly had a flash of insight and vaguely realized sothing.

A chieftain at the Fifth Power Level shouldn’t be so ingratiating, as if she has never seen a man…

“Elo,” Aiwass asked, “in your culture, do I truly look good?”

“You are the most attractive human I’ve seen.”

Chieftain Elo firmly confird imdiately: “No, not just human—even Elves aren’t as good-looking as you!”

…That shouldn’t be the case.

Aiwass knows he’s handso, but to say “the best”… He might be at the Elves’ average level at most. At least, in the Holy Nation, few have praised or focused on his appearance. And the remaining complints felt sowhat like “whose little kitty is so cute,” with a bit of politeness and embellishnt.

Unless…

There’s another possibility here.

The appearance of the Serpent Celestial Marshal probably matched well with the aesthetics of the Winged Ones.

Based on his previous research and investigation, Amber was likely the lover of the Serpent Celestial Marshal back then… Amber herself belonged to the Winged Ones, plus Lucifer, who had a good relationship with the Serpent Celestial Marshal.

Currently, the surviving mbers of the Winged Ones are essentially only the Avianfolk line. They are degenerate wings, but if the Avianfolk’s tradition holds true—that’s the strength of the bloodline determined children’s survival rate, then likely their power also relates to atavism.

If that’s so…

Aiwass’ heart stirred, and six pristine white wings suddenly sprouted from his back.

At that mont, Chieftain Elo’s pupils trembled intensely.

Trendous Authority Force made her kneel without hesitation, tears streaming instantly.

It was a call from instinct, an adoration deep in the bloodline, an uncontrollable delight—

She didn’t even know why she had to do this; a voice from deep within taught her to obey all of Aiwass’ commands.

Just like obedience to mother and chieftain.

Even surpassing obedience to mother and chieftain!

But she’s already the chieftain, the supre of this race, who could be higher than her?

“…So it is.”

Aiwass sighed, sowhat wistful. He didn’t feel much joy, just sensed the weight on his shoulders grow heavier.

It was a gift given by Lucifer, the legacy of a forr close friend.

[Dedication – Gospel Wings: Six Wings are the mark of the King of the Winged. Unfolding the Gospel White Wings, the priority of using any Extraordinary Power on Winged Ones is increased by 1; you can employ the ability “Lost Paradise”]

King of the Winged…

——Siren, considered a remnant of the Winged Ones lineage!