Chapter 1326: Chapter 127: King of the Winged People_4
Two Blue Feather Wingmen landed in front of Xuan Ye and La Xi of the Red Feather Wingmen. They were expressionless and showed no surprise at Xuan Ye’s arrival. The one on the left said, "La Xi, who is this man? Who allowed you to bring him into our Winged Forest? Have you forgotten the rules of our clan?" His voice carried a hint of chill, causing La Xi’s body to tremble slightly as he bowed his head and said, "Lord Blue Feather, please do not be angry, hear me out first. Today, while I was leading Squad Seven on a patrol around the perimeter of the forest, we suddenly encountered many humans near our territory. To verify their identities, we stopped them. This man is the leader of those humans; he claims to be the Red Robe Priest from the Holy Church and wishes to pass through our territory tomorrow. I couldn’t make this decision myself, so I brought him here to see the King. The decision is yours to make."
The expression of the Blue Feather Wingman softened a bit as he sized up Xuan Ye and coldly said, "Our Winged Tribe only worships our own Wing God and has no ties with your church. It’s impossible to let you pass through our land. Priest, please leave. The Tian Yuan Clan has many paths; you can simply take a detour around, please do not disturb the peace of our Winged Tribe."
Xuan Ye naturally wouldn’t take these two Blue Feather Wingmen seriously, but since he was in their territory and had a request, he couldn’t afford to get angry and could only say, "The Church has come to the Tian Yuan Clan on a matter of great importance this time. Could you let me meet the Wing King? If we could have the assistance of the Winged Tribe, it would be greatly beneficial to our mission. Of course, the Church would not let the Winged Tribe suffer any loss."
The Blue Feather Wingman snorted coldly and said, "What loss or no loss, we don’t care. Leave immediately, otherwise, we’ll treat you as enemies and force you out with arms."
Xuan Ye’s anger surged; he hadn’t expected the well-reputed Winged Tribe to be so rude. A cold light flashed in his eyes as he said, "Then I’d like to see how you’re going to force me out. The dignity of the Church is not to be insulted by anyone." Suddenly, a bright white light shone, and a powerful Sacred Aura emanated from Xuan Ye’s body. Under his mighty presence, the two Blue Feather Wingmen involuntarily stepped back several steps, simultaneously drawing their longswords and glaring at Xuan Ye, ready to attack at any moment. La Xi was even worse off; facing such intense pressure, he suddenly went limp and collapsed to the ground. More than ten Blue Feather Wingmen flew in from nearby and surrounded Xuan Ye in the center, their bodies flickering with a faint blue light.
Just as the fight was about to break out, a deep voice suddenly rang out from a giant tree, "Who dares to come here and disturb my rest?" The voice was filled with authority, and even Xuan Ye was slightly taken aback, thinking to himself that the speaker must be the Wing King, judging from the aura his voice emitted, his prowess seemed not far inferior to the Elf Queen. Xuan Ye called out loudly, "Greetings, Wing King. I am Xuan Ye, the Red Robe Priest from the Holy Church, and I have come to discuss an important matter with you. May I have the honor of meeting you?"
"Oh? It turns out to be the esteemed Red Bishop from the Church; I’ve been impolite." Suddenly, a golden light shone from a tree hollow at the top of the giant tree, the light abruptly radiating brilliantly. A cluster of golden light slowly drifted down from the treetop. All the Blue Feather Wingmen sheathed their swords and stood respectfully aside. The golden figure slowly descended in front of Xuan Ye, who inwardly shivered. Although it was also golden light, he felt a vast difference between this and his own Light Magic—a seemingly ethereal energy, void of strong fluctuations, yet it instilled an intangible pressure and fear. The golden light gradually converged, revealing a middle-aged man with golden wings. Xuan Ye looked intently; the man was clothed in a golden long robe of unknown material, his golden wings behind him flickering with a brilliant divine light, exuding immense authority. Xuan Ye knew this had to be the Wing King. The Wing King was about two meters tall, with a stately square face, a broad frame, and an entire demeanor that exuded kingly dignity. Xuan Ye felt a surge of respect and nodded slightly towards the Wing King, saying in a harmonious voice, "Your Highness, it is indeed an honor to meet you. I am Xuan Ye from the Holy Church."
The Wing King showed a light smile, saying, "No need for formalities, you must be the youngest Red Robe Priest from the Holy Church, well-known indeed. My children, disperse and stand guard, let no one disturb me and Bishop Xuan Ye." All the Blue Feather Wingmen and La Xi spread out around them, and it suddenly became much quieter under the giant tree. The Wing King, with his hands behind him, looked at Xuan Ye and said, "I wonder what brings the esteemed Bishop to our modest Winged Tribe? We of the Winged Tribe have our own beliefs and do not worship the Sky God."
Xuan Ye smiled and said, "You misunderstand; I have not come to spread the teachings of the Sky God, but rather for a matter of greater importance. Surely, Your Highness must have heard of the Dark Demon Clan from a thousand years ago."
A look of surprise crossed the stately features of the Wing King, "The Dark Demon Clan? Do you mean the one that almost overturned the continent? Are you saying your visit this time..."
