Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 92 Forest Memories (2)

Some tribesmen were fishing and collecting pearls at the seaside, and they had quite a harvest.

Seeing the beautiful little daughter of their chief, the most beautiful celestial guardian in their eyes, also come to the seaside, the tribesmen approached and offered her the pearls they had salvaged from the sea. "Respected little princess, these are for you."

The chubby hands of the little girl received them, her watery eyes staring at the pearls in her hands before handing them to a tribal sister. "These pearls were personally salvaged by Sunky sister. Cicery didn't do any labor, so Cicery can't accept them."

"Cicery, these are from Sunky sister."

"Here is a token of my gratitude. Please accept it. This way, the heavenly gods will also bless me."

Little Cicery blinked her beautiful big eyes. She held a smooth seashell pearl in her hand and reached out her chubby little hand to hug Sunky's leg.

With the sweetest and most innocent voice, she said, "Thank you, Sister Sunky. May the heavenly gods bless you." Seeing this, the villagers gathered around Cicery and Sunky, singing joyous songs, hoping to bask in the divine light. Just then, on the distant sea, several large ships appeared, slowly approaching the forest.

The orange-red steamships emitted a hoarse steam sound, roaring like wild beasts, and their engines thundered loudly.

The number of steamships was huge. They sliced through the waves, with their propellers churning up layers of white water, leaving behind long ripples in the sea, creating a boiling turbulence. The villagers stopped singing and looked towards the sea with astonishment in their eyes.

"Oh my, what is this? Is it a monster?"

"This is a sea monster! Everyone, run quickly, go deep into the forest, find some stone axes, and prepare for battle!"

Little White Lion stood up under the tree, and its pure white fur instantly puffed up. Its deep blue eyes were on guard, watching the fast-approaching large steamships.

However, before the villagers could run away, those large steamships quickly docked by the shore. Groups of men wearing camouflage uniforms, helmets, and carrying rifles walked down from the ships. Standing on the deck of the largest ship was a man in his thirties. He stood tall and straight, wearing a white overcoat that fluttered in the sea breeze, making him look like a deity under the sunlight. He wore a mask, concealing his face, but his exposed deep and eagle-like eyes hinted at his extraordinary appearance.

"Capture everyone. Leave no one behind," he ordered.

As soon as he gave the command, the armed men ran towards the villagers. Whenever they caught someone, they would break their legs with their guns, preventing them from running away again. For a while, the sounds of intense gunfire and cannon blasts filled the beach, accompanied by the villagers' cries of agony.

The villagers did not possess modern firearms; their weapons were not even considered conventional.

How could they possibly fight against these gun-wielding barbarians who had been tempered by modern civilization?

The villagers shouted to Cicery, "Princess Cicery, run quickly! Go find the leader and hide in the forest."

Cicery looked stunned at the scene, her big eyes filled with fear and confusion. She did not understand why this was happening.

Suddenly, her gaze met the deep and sinister eyes of the man on the large steamship.

The man had a smile in his eyes, and his magnetic voice poured out like a cello. "Be careful, I want that little girl brought to me unharmed."