Free Web NovelChapter 111: Chapter 111: Difficult Labor
"Hurry up, bring more water!"
"Where are the towels? Bring more towels here quickly! He is bleeding too much!"
Kaelen had been carried into the delivery room by Sane for two hours, and Sane stubbornly stayed inside, refusing to go out. His eyes were bloodshot, and tears fell uncontrollably. The situation was critical, so Nyx didn’t chase Sane out, telling him to sit at the head of the bed and support Kaelen’s body.
Kaelen was in so much pain that his mind went numb; he tightly gripped Sane’s sturdy arm, digging out a few bloody holes with his fingernails. Sane acted as if he felt no pain, only focusing on helping Kaelen wipe his sweat, occasionally kissing Kaelen’s forehead to comfort him.
Outside, the clansmen had no mood to work anymore. They sat in groups of two or three, their eyes staring tensely at the medical staff rushing in and out. Clean water went in, and diluted bloody water came out, making everyone’s hearts clench.
Colton hugged himself, his face pale, and whispered to Christian: "Brother Christian, he’s bleeding so much, exactly like Ezekiel’s Papa back then..." After speaking, Colton slapped himself twice: "Bite my tongue, I shouldn’t jinx it. The Little Priest will definitely be fine. Beast God bless him, please protect the Little Priest and the babies, keep them safe..."
Colton wasn’t the only one praying to the Beast God; almost all the clansmen in the tribe were praying. They knew how perilous it was for a Sub-Beast to give birth, and looking at this situation, the Little Priest was even having a premature delivery, making it even more dangerous.
Time passed silently, every passing minute and second feeling incredibly heavy. The tribe’s Little Priest had been in the delivery room for six hours without any signs of movement at all. Collins knelt before the cloth-covered God statue, constantly muttering prayers, occasionally calling out: "Has Kaelen given birth yet?"
The people outside observed the situation below, and after checking, reported back to him. Every time he heard the word ’not yet’, Collins’s heart sank a little more. He turned his head back, straightened his back, crossed his hands over his chest, and murmured prayers.
Inside the delivery room, both Sane and Kaelen’s faces were as pale as wax. Nyx said anxiously: "Take a deep breath and try again."
Kaelen took a deep breath, gritting his teeth to push, but had to stop halfway. He swallowed with difficulty and gasped: "No... I can’t... not... enough energy..."
Sane closed his eyes and channeled his Divine Energy and Beast Energy once more, but the energy in his body had been completely drained by the child; he truly couldn’t squeeze out any more. Nyx was so worried he was about to cry: "What should we do? Your Magical Energy is completely exhausted, and this child rejects the Magical Energy of others. If he can’t be born..."
Kaelen’s blurry vision swept over the pile of magic stones in the corner; this was already the entire reserve of magic stones in the tribe. At this moment, Sane suddenly remembered something and gritted his teeth, saying: "Call Zale in here!"
Kaelen suddenly grabbed his hand and shook his head. Sane kissed Kaelen’s forehead and said: "We can’t think too much about it now. Your condition is already very critical. The tribe has so many people; missing me and Zale won’t affect anything."
Sane knew what Kaelen was worrying about. Having Divine Energy and Beast Energy drained meant waiting at least two weeks to recover, and meanwhile, Cipher’s army was fast approaching. If they played some tricks or teamed up with Loyalty to attack their tribe, then the tribe would definitely be in danger.
However, for the tribe right now, nothing was more important than their Little Priest. If they couldn’t hold out, then they would just keep running. As long as the forest remained, there was no fear of lacking firewood. freewёbnoνel.com
With Sane’s permission, a blindfolded Zale was led in by two Sub-Beasts. Sane said: "Zale, our child needs your energy. Having your energy drained means it will take a very long time to recover. Are you willing to help us?"
"I am willing!" Zale didn’t need to think at all and answered immediately.
"Thank you!" Sane sniffled emotionally, placed his hand on Zale’s shoulder, and said: "Let’s begin!"
Zale began to release his Divine Energy and Beast Energy, but the little guy in Kaelen’s belly rejected Zale’s Beast Energy. Where Sane’s hand rested on Zale’s shoulder, a black flame flared up. This flame instantly turned into black streams of aura, swimming along Sane’s arm and transmitting into Kaelen’s body.
By the time the Divine Energy in Zale’s body was depleted, a sharp cramp hit Kaelen’s belly. He took a deep breath, clenched his teeth, and pushed with all his might. A tearing pain came from below; Kaelen opened his mouth to gasp in breaths of cold air, then continued to push.
"Keep going, I see the egg!"
After pushing three times like that, Nyx managed to catch an egg twice as large as a normal cub’s egg; it was probably the size of a long-necked bird’s egg from the desert region. The surface of the eggshell was not smooth like a regular egg; instead, it grew many snake-like scales, a dark green-black color identical to the color of its Daddy’s scales.
Estimating the weight in his hands, Nyx couldn’t help but exclaim: "It’s really huge, it must be over two kilograms."
The moment the large egg slipped out, Draven quickly placed his hand on Kaelen’s belly, intending to help him stop the bleeding from the internal tears. A familiar cramp transmitted over; Kaelen tightly gripped Draven’s hand and shouted: "There’s... there’s still more..."
"Wh... what?!"
Nyx quickly handed the egg to the assistant and continued to deliver. Kaelen pushed in one breath, delivering two more eggs. These two eggs were also roughly the same size as the first egg, but their appearances were different. One had a soft shell with mottled dark green streaks; the other had a few sparse dark purple scales on its shell.
"It seems... that’s all..." Kaelen felt around for a moment and said.
Nyx wasn’t reassured; he gently pressed Kaelen’s belly to check, and only after confirming there were no more eggs did he breathe a sigh of relief. Only then did Draven begin to stop the bleeding. Kaelen was so exhausted that he went limp, tilting his head to the side, and it was unknown whether he had fallen asleep or fainted.
"Kaelen! Draven, check on him quickly!"
Draven hurriedly stepped forward to check, then sighed in relief: "It’s nothing, just blood loss and exhaustion. He just fell asleep."
Afterward, the two males along with the three mischievous eggs were kicked out. The three newly born eggs were carefully wiped clean and placed in the isolation room. Zale stared blankly at the three eggs of various shapes and colors carefully placed in the bamboo basket. A long while later, he couldn’t help but give Sane a thumbs-up and blurted out: "You are... fucking badass!!"
No wonder they needed so much energy; it turned out to be triplets!
Sane was so exhausted he couldn’t keep his eyes open. He just licked his lips and instructed Zale to take care of the tribe’s affairs, then with a poof, he shape-shifted into his beast form, coiled the three eggs in his embrace, and fell fast asleep.
Zale chuckled and shook his head. These eggs rejected his Beast Energy and only absorbed Divine Energy; it seemed they were not ordinary at all. He had just lifted his foot to step out of the room but pulled it back, staring fixedly at the top of the giant snake’s head.
If he wasn’t mistaken, were these... horns? Since when did Sane grow horns? The last time the two of them fought, he were clearly not there yet!
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The news of the Little Priest giving birth successfully, and to triplets at that, immediately spread, filling the entire tribe with earth-shattering cheers. One moment they were thanking the Beast God, the next praising the mighty Chief, and then exclaiming how amazing the Little Priest was...
Upon receiving the news, Collins’s entire body went limp on the kneeling mat. Then, he kowtowed in gratitude to the God statue: "Thank You for Your mercy, Your servant vows to eat vegetarian for a year to show my devotion!"
The good news quickly reached the front lines, and the warriors immediately boosted their morale. Originally, they were just playing with that Cipher group, but now in a joyous mood, they decisively sent them off to meet the Beast God.
Waylon, a Sub-Beast who was once Richard’s attendant, paced anxiously in the cave while hugging his child. When the joyful cheers echoed in from outside, Waylon suddenly stopped. He looked down at the little wolf cub sleeping in his arms, took a deep breath, and made up his mind to head to the command area.
Receiving the report, Nordhal slightly narrowed his eyes and nodded: "Let him in."
Waylon was led in by a warrior, his heart trembling with fear, not even daring to lift his head. Nordhal sat in the commander’s seat, with Walter and Anthony sitting on either side, all looking down at the delicate-looking Sub-Beast below. Nordhal spoke up to ask:
"You said you have an important matter to report secretly? Let’s hear it."
Waylon knelt trembling and said: "I... Commander, I used to be an attendant to a high-ranking beastman in Cipher. When they fled before, they didn’t take me along, so I blended in with the slaves..."
Waylon meticulously recounted the reason for his presence in the slave group, and also stated the reason he came here: "That Sub-Beast said if I agreed to act as an inside spy, once they breached Crimson, they would give me a position in the tribe and provide me with a prosperous life."
He clutched the child in his arms tightly and choked out: "Commander, our tribe was attacked by Cipher, and I was captured to be a sex slave. It was only because I had some looks and caught Richard’s eye that I wasn’t branded with the slave mark. But I only wish to live peacefully; I don’t want high positions, great power, or a wealthy life. Please help me!"
Waylon kowtowed on the stone floor, his forehead hitting the stone with a loud thud. Walter couldn’t help but feel pain on his behalf. Nordhal didn’t say anything, only staring intently. Anthony lowered his eyes, pondering for a moment before asking:
"By reporting this matter, what is it that you want to beg from us?"
Waylon raised his head, looked at his child who was only the size of two cupped hands, and heartbreakingly held him out forward.
"Can you... take in my son? Even though he carries Cipher’s blood, he is still young and can be taught. Moreover, his Daddy is a warrior beastman, so his strength... probably won’t be too bad."
Taken out of his Papa’s warm embrace, the little wolf cub was cold enough to shiver slightly, letting out a soft whimper. The little boy stretched, spreading out his four pink paw pads. His little nose sniffed the air, and his head lifted slightly, yelping to search for his Papa.
This adorableness pierced straight into Walter’s heart, making him almost unable to control himself from rushing forward to snatch Waylon’s child. He could only adjust his sitting posture, no longer looking at that little kid. Nordhal tapped his fingers on the table and asked:
"Do you not seek anything for yourself?"
Waylon shook his head and said: "Actually, aside from the humiliation of being Richard’s attendant, I haven’t suffered any real hardships. In the past, I was raised by my tribe, then later raised by Richard, and now I can support myself by working. I am already very satisfied with my current life. It’s just that this child will be a weakness for Richard and Cipher to blackmail me with. I don’t want his life to be controlled anymore."
He heard that the children in Crimson were given milk to drink every day, had people looking after them, and were even taught how to read. He was certain his child wouldn’t have those things even if they were in an Intermediate tribe.
Nordhal nodded in satisfaction, but he presented a condition to Waylon, telling him to accept acting as an inside spy for Cipher. Waylon’s mouth hung open, not understanding why Nordhal told him to do that.
Walter smiled slyly and said: "They love playing this game; without you, they would just find someone else. Instead of letting them find someone we don’t know, we might as well just choose you and be done with it."
Waylon pondered over Walter’s words, and his eyes suddenly lit up. He understood now; they wanted him to pretend to submit to Cipher, to provide false information, or to scout out their spies. Waylon hurriedly said:
"I agree!"
The espionage matter was settled. Now, they just needed to play with Cipher slowly, waiting for the ripe moment to catch them all in one net.
