The highest mountain peak in the mountain ranges where the Black Dragon Tribe lived pierced towards the heavens like a sharp sword. Atop the mountain peak, there was an ancient black castle, which was completely made out of adamantite. According to legend, the owner of this black castle dearly loved adamantite.
"Whoosh!" The black-robed figure who had been termed a 'Fiend' swept the terrified members of the Black Dragon Tribe with his gaze, then flew directly into that black castle. The gates to the black castle swung open, and immediately, people came to respectfully take this Fiend in.
The many other members of the Black Dragon Tribe, upon seeing this, couldn't help but begin chatting amongst themselves.
"The Fiend actually went to visit the chief. He isn't going to go kill the chief, is he?"
"Your original body was that of a Six-Eared Donkey. Even as a Deity, you are an idiot. Think about it. If the Fiend truly came to kill the chief, would the chief send people to open the castle gates and respectfully escort the Fiend inside? As I see it, the chief definitely has something important to carry out, which is why he invited a Fiend to come."
The members of the Black Dragon Tribe continued to discuss this amongst each other.
Halfway up the mountain, Linley sat atop a boulder, listening to these conversations. He couldn't help but frown. Raising his head high, he looked towards that black castle located atop the mountain peak. That black castle had dozens of enormous black dragons coiling around it.
"The master of Black Dragon Castle is the chief of the Black Dragon Tribe, Stirton [Si'te'dun], the most powerful figure of the Black Dragon Tribe!" Linley murmured to himself.
Having spent two months in the Black Dragon Tribe, Linley had learned a few things about it. The Black Dragon Tribe, despite just being one of many unremarkable, small tribes in the Infernal Realm, had a very strict hierarchy.
The lowest class included the Demigods like Linley. They had no income, nor did they have any uniforms.
The middle class included the Gods who were in charge of rearing the Gerrard Black Dragons. After all, the entire Black Dragon Tribe only had so many black dragons, so only a small number of people could raise black dragons. Although more than half of the income from rearing these black dragons had to be given to the clan chief, rearing Gerrard Black Dragons was still an extremely fast way of accumulating wealth.
The upper class was made up of the tribe's army!
The soldiers of the army were all Gods, and were trained and drilled by Chief Stirton. If one became a member of the tribe's army, the chief would gift some money once every ten thousand years or so.
Halfway up the mountain, at Linley's residence, only Linley, Delia, and Bebe were present.
"That Fiend is so powerful." Bebe sighed in praise.
"The chief's power won't be low either." Linley said as though thinking about something.
Delia glanced at Linley, then said, "Forget about the entire Infernal Realm; even in the Nightblaze Prefecture of the Redbud Continent, there are countless numbers of tribes that have taken over some of the mountains in this prefecture which has a circumference of over a billion kilometers.
Whenever he thought about the terrifying size of the Nightblaze Prefecture, he could imagine how many other Black Dragon Tribe sized powers were present.
In the Infernal Realm, 'powers' like the Black Dragon Tribe were indeed like weak, unremarkable ants. There were far too many of them.
"However, even in the Black Dragon Tribe, there were so many Gods. Although I've never seen Lord Chief Stirton, I imagine that for him to be able to become the chief of the Black Dragon Tribe and have more than half of the tribe's wealth delivered to him, he should be a Highgod!"
