Ant Lord in the Star Realm-Chapter 629 - 567 For the Tribe

Ten-thousand Tribes Continent.

Flame Spider Kingdom, Diaphus Flame Spider Tribe settlement, beach seashore.

Without warning, every spider in the Diaphus Flame Spider Tribe was summoned here, supposedly to select a tribal chief.

Since when did the Diaphus Flame Spider Tribe lack a chief?

A circular high platform built from earth abilities, the five most respected Steward Spider Kings of the ancestral land stood together.

The Diaphus Flame Spider Tribe's Spider King Pickerelweed.

The Round Purple Flame Spider Tribe's Goldendrop Spider King.

The Illusory Color Flame Spider Tribe's Blue Thistle Spider King.

The Purple Flame Spider Tribe's Pollia Spider King.

The White-Legged Flame Spider Tribe's Sheathed Spider King.

The five branches of the Flame Spider Kingdom didn't have a unified chief, but these five old Spider Kings were the highest decision-makers of each branch, essentially the great leaders.

A mighty spectacle.

There was also an Aconite Spider King, standing on the stage, not looking particularly happy, all eight eyes glinting coldly as it fixed on the mass of spiders below, motionless and silent, looking for all the world like the host of this tribal gathering. But then again, maybe not. These tribe-wide events should make it happy, right?

"Lord Melde!"

"Lord White Ivy!"

The Melde & White Ivy Trade Caravan strolled in late, and as soon as they stepped onto the coastal sands, a crowd of spiders enthusiastically surged forward to greet them.

Nowadays, Melde & White Ivy Trade Caravan only dealt in high-end transactions, working solely with top great tribes on the Ten-thousand Tribes Continent, making them richer than most Spider King caravans and earning quite a reputation.

The caravan offered more than a hundred lucrative part-time gigs each year, earning it considerable prestige and status within the tribe. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

"Time is source stone, why must you insist on us coming in person, Melde and me, wasting our source stones?"

White Ivy complained discontentedly.

"Lord Tribulus, what exactly is the reason for gathering the whole tribe?"

The caravan's rotating leader Melde politely asked the familiar Flame Spider.

Lord Tribulus retorted, "Lord Melde, your caravan and the Aconite Spider King are of one bloodline—don't you know either?"

Melde: "Absolutely clueless."

Melde: "Lord Tribulus, you're a descendant of the Pickerelweed Spider King. You must have heard something, right?"

Lord Tribulus: "Very distant kin! Hardly any contact. I'm even less clear! Just heard, it's to select a tribal chief?"

"???"

All the Melde & White Ivy Caravan spiders questioned in unison.

But judging by the spiders around them, everyone else was just as puzzled; nobody knew what was going on.

Melde: "Is Spider King Pickerelweed planning to evolve to the 9-age stage and leave the Origin Force Star Realm? Then the Aconite Spider King would enter the ancestral land as a Steward Spider King? What's there to select?"

Lord Tribulus: "I have no idea..."

Tribulus Spider King: "It looks like the Aconite Spider King is not happy."

White Ivy rejoiced, boldly guessing, "Could it be, the old Aconite spider is being publicly voted out, forced to retire?"

White Ivy immediately vetoed herself: "Its precious protege, Seven-Leaf, hasn't even broken into King-Level yet. No way it'd ever agree to that."

The White Ivy and Melde team all thought of one thing at the same time: Could it be related to the negotiations these past years with Shanglu's side?

But then, why is the Aconite Spider King unhappy?

Melde raised a foreleg in signal, "Everyone stop guessing. Fellow tribesfolk, if we really do elect a chief later, if there's an opportunity, please vote for Spider King Spurge. Much appreciated in advance."

"..."

The crowd of spiders was dumbstruck.

You want to force Spider King Spurge into retirement and inherit its legacy, huh?

White Ivy: "Thank you all, be sure to vote for Spider King Spurge~ Let's all make a fortune together!"

...

Two days later.

An old Spider King arrived to demand everyone line up.

The Flame Spider Tribe divided bloodline branches by Spider King; in other words, an Evolution Spider King could establish its very own independent bloodline branch.

Each queue led by a Spider King, with subordinate descendants lined up neatly behind.

Currently, the Diaphus Flame Spider Tribe had a total of 74 Spider Kings who roamed the continent, forming 74 queues of varying lengths.

Some Spider Kings weren't so lucky or were rather young, commanding a pitiful three to five descendants, their queues stretching only ten or twenty meters long.

Other older, more successful Spider Kings commanded over a hundred descendants, their queues reaching four or five hundred meters—a magnificent sight.

The Spider King Spurge branch was one of the most prosperous, with seventy-eight bloodline descendants.

Standing nearby was the Aconite Spider King's branch, which had poorer luck—over five or six hundred years, it had produced just twenty-two bloodline descendants, and only twenty-three if you counted the external reinforcement Heliotrope.

Aconite Spider King stood on the stage.

Seven-Leaf stood at the forefront of this queue.

White Ivy even tried to stand alongside Spider King Spurge but got chased back by the old Steward Spider King, and so stood dejected behind Spider King Spurge, glancing around, locking eyes on Seven-Leaf.

"Seven-Leaf, heard the Aconite Spider King is about to retire? You up for this?"

Seven-Leaf: "..."

Seven-Leaf ignored White Ivy.

White Ivy: "I have a brilliant idea! When voting, everyone pick Spider King Spurge as chief..."

Bang~ Bang~ Bang~

Spider King Spurge suddenly spun around and smacked White Ivy on the head three times, harshly scolding, "Behave!"

"Chief!"

White Ivy cajoled, "Spider King Spurge, that Aconite old spider has been stepping on you your whole life, don't you want to show off for once at the end?"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The response was three more heavy hits.

The Aconite Spider King's cold gaze swept over, its spiritual power surged forth like a landslide and tsunami, "Silence!"

Spiritual powers clashed, and the noisy chaos of the beach fell silent in an instant.

The Aconite Spider King declared calmly, "Many of you must have heard by now. The reason for bringing you all here is the kingdom's reformation. After discussion among all Steward Spider Kings of the ancestral land, it's been decided that each of the Diaphus, Round Purple, Purple Flame, Illusory Color, and White-Legged branches will select a new leader from the younger generation. Our Diaphus Flame Spider Tribe is the best developed, with the largest insect population, so we'll start with our tribe."