A fierce race war finally ended after a day and a night. The sea surface of the island was filled with sea water of two races, and the sea water near the island was dyed scarlet, attracting many bloodthirsty marine beasts to participate in this gluttonous feast.

In the war between these two races, the Winged Tribe did win. After all, they had air supremacy. When the monsters crawled out of the ocean, they lost a major advantage and were innately at a disadvantage.

However, even if the Winged Tribe won, it paid an extremely heavy price. For example, after Diapolo's father, who is now in a body, ran to the war, his body was covered in scars and turned into a disabled person.

The Winged Man tribe that obtained the war is not as Dashe said at all. It only takes a small price to fight back the enemy. The entire tribe is now seriously damaged.

"Didn't your tribe now be qualified to continue to reproduce? Since you have such qualifications, it doesn't matter how many deaths and injuries."

In the face of Diapolo's doubts, the snake answered this way. This creature, who was born with authority, looked at things completely differently from that of ordinary creatures.

After leaving behind these inhuman words, the snake unilaterally cut off its ties with Diapolo and directly hid it. No matter how Dipolo called, it would no longer respond. It seemed that it was certain that Dipolo would not leave.

Once you come, you will be at peace.

Bastard, Diapolo would not have such negative and slack idea. Just be honest, he was just born, and his birthplace was almost flattened. This world is not an ordinary danger.

His body's mother doesn't look like she has any combat power, and after participating in a war to defend the tribe, her father turned into a disabled person. Although his wings could still allow him to fly into the sky, his combat power could not be compared with the previous one.

In this case, the survival crisis that made Diapolo feel quite strange came upon him. So the "dragon" that had just been born began to absorb all the resources around him to grow. Even the somewhat uncomfortable breast milk is no longer rejected, but to eat as much as you can.

This made his mother Sinreya a little happy and sad. While there was no fundamental change in productivity, food was always a fundamental problem that plagued a tribe, a race, or even a country.

However, there is no need to worry about this for the time being. I long to let my son replace his slander father as soon as possible. I can say that I am hunting every day to get enough food to meet my wife and children.

In addition to men's hunting alone, the tribe also provides a certain share of resources. Although the number is small, it is better than nothing.

Diapolo grew up carefully in such a relatively safe environment, although the tribe he was born would be harassed by various sea monsters and monsters every now and then.

But there has never been a population war like that when he was just born. His tribe seemed to have established its dominance in the archipelago through that war.

The little winged man can therefore feel this change. For example, the increase in food he obtains every day, and his father does not have to hunt in the storm every day, but can stay in the hut to receive the support of the tribe.

Yes, this tribe, which was extremely backward in development and was overly exaggerated from the Stone Age to the Bronze Age, has developed a system similar to pensions and has been widely praised. Young wing people will have some complaints, but no one has come forward to really oppose it. After all, it is not a fool.

In such an environment, Diapolo's winged human body began to grow rapidly. When the children of the same age were trying to walk, he had already waved his wings to fly into the sky and practiced flying skills.

When the children of the same age had already started flying in the sky, he had already held a weapon to beat the most brave and warriors in the tribe, and knelt down and begged for mercy.

At this time, the whole tribe looked at the Winged Man, who could be called a child, with a look of something right. After all, this kind of performance is somewhat beyond their common sense.

For these things beyond their cognition, people with extremely ignorant and backward thoughts naturally linked them to the gods, and even in this increasingly powerful tribe, a kind of rumor began to spread.

The youngest but also the most powerful warrior in the tribe, Sinbad, was born to his mother, Sinreya, and the gods, and had nothing to do with his so-called father.

Although Diapolo vaguely noticed such rumors, he didn't care much. He naturally knew that these were bullshits. The blood in his body definitely came from his parents.

If he could ignore it, his father and his mother could not bear it, especially his father.

Even if a father is confident, when he sees a child who surpasses him in all aspects and can even crush his own, he will inevitably give birth to doubts such as "Is this really my child?" and "Is this really my child?"

When there is suspicion in my heart, even from the appearance and physical proportion of Diapolo shows that they have an unbreakable blood relationship, the man still doubts in his heart. This is like a seed that is constantly watered, taking root and sprouting in his heart.

But even so, men cannot doubt that being honored by gods in this world can be regarded as the supreme glory. His tribe and his tribe will not object to this matter, and even he himself should be proud of it.

But a man could not have such emotions in his heart. He could only be angry. He could not bear such a thing falling on himself, but he didn't know how to question his wife.

Such news was noticed by Diapolo. Although he didn't care, he had to worry about his biological parents with this body.

So, even though he had no rights in the tribe, he performed the duties of the clan leader, summoned the entire tribe, and then began to issue the first declaration he issued after he came to this world.

"I am a winged man, the purest winged man. I have not inherited the so-called divine blood. My strength comes from myself, from my efforts and struggles.

From today on, I don’t want any words without evidence to spread in the tribe. It is a harm to others if you wantonly spread things that have not been proven."
Chapter completed!