170. Chapter 170 – Fellow Demons

Chapter 170 – Fellow Demon
New Continent Granier Middle Earth, located in the Kingdom of Walden, a cattle ranch more than fifty kilometers west of the royal capital city.

The original scenery is still quite quiet and beautiful farm has been completely disfigured, covered with blood stains and suspected human body fragments under the water, just like the scene of the evil god’s sacrifice.

I don’t know how long, a few children with more or less scales, horns and tails furtively drilled their heads out of the wooden hut with the skylight opened, their eyes full of shock and disbelief:

“My God, the existence that Big Sister Red Scale prayed for actually ‘manifested’? These damn ‘vampires’, are they all dead?”

This is the scene of their once countless times in the midnight dream, but in the full suffered those adults beat and ravage, these at most only stronger than human children of dragon descent is even difficult to do suicide, not to mention the same death.

Those ‘demons in human skin’ are all professionals.

They, on the other hand, had never been treated as human beings by those children with dragonborn features.

In the eyes of these people, all over their bodies, the most valuable thing was their blood, which seemed to be able to be taken as a dragon’s blood leveling substitution for alchemy, and could even be used to make potions.

In the eyes of outsiders, this place is an unattended cattle farm.

But to these ‘inhuman bastards’, they were just a group of calves being squeezed and bled every day.

Here, for these dragon descendants, it was hell on earth, a bottomless abyss.

But now, it was as if they were really saved by the ‘blood demon’ in Red Scale’s mouth.

How ironic.

“Where is she, Red Scale?” A child with a somewhat worried look tried to rush out, but was stopped.

“Don’t go out yet, in case there are others alive.”

“Then what should we do, the commotion here is so loud, sooner or later someone will come.”

For these ‘foreigners’ of theirs, no matter who they fell into the hands of, I’m afraid that their final situation would be more or less the same.

Being able to serve as a slave was, I’m afraid, the best treatment.

“Let’s open all the cells and all escape together.”

However, it was immediately opposed by his companions, “Have you forgotten how those beasts treat us on a regular basis? They cynically hate us, beat us, and bully us!”

“They can help us distract our pursuers, if there are any.”

“. Why didn’t you say so, that’s a good idea, I’ll get the door, and what happens after that?” The kid found the key in the blurry pile of gore.

“First we follow the blood to find Red Scale, she once said she met a boatload of elves in the harbor of Volenz when she was a child, the red potion bottle that she prayed for day and night as a treasure was given to her by one of the elves, and that they came from the Old Continent, where there were said to be many, many dragons. Since the humans won’t accept us, we’ll try to smuggle ourselves into the Old Continent, and even if even the gargoyles treat us like mongrels, at least, we might be able to find a piece of land in that continent that we can live in, without having to stay here, and be bullied by others.”

The girl’s words immediately made the dragon children who were in a daze look at each other, and a hint of hopeful light flowed out of their bleak eyes.

Yes, since they were doomed to find no place in the land of humans, wouldn’t it be better for them to escape to a place without humans?

Even if that goal was too far away, they could still be like Red Scales, exchanging the power to fight their fate by believing in the existence of that ‘Crimson Calamity’ or ‘Demon of Blood’.

But the prerequisite for all of this was to find Red Scale.

Soon, along with a commotion, a group of unclothed dragon descendants were released.

They looked at the corpses all over the ground with mixed reactions, some quickly fled after hesitation, and a few obviously older ones, especially the females were a bit jumpy and pounced on them, grimly munching on their flesh.

After the crowd dispersed, a few children who were supporting each other looked at what was happening in front of them with complicated expressions.

“Looks like they’re all dead or running away, let’s go too.”

“Where’s Rod?”

“. Dead.”

The children fell silent instantly.

In their impression, Rod, despite his foul mouth and lust at a young age, had always managed to find a way to attract the attention of the gang of caretakers when he was being beaten.

So over the years, he was the one who had been beaten the most times, and his leg was even crippled as a result. This was also the reason why the other party had jumped straight up without saying a word earlier.

He knew that he couldn’t escape at all.

Even if they have long seen too much blood and parting in these years, and even tend to be somewhat numb, but at this moment there is some indescribable feeling.

They all survived, only Rod, fell before the dawn.

Even if they do not know, after this brief dawn, and is not a lightless eternal night.

But at this moment, the only thing they can do is to go forward together.

A group of surprisingly silent children immediately followed the trail of blood that was oversized.

They didn’t know where Red Scale could fit so much blood in his tiny body.

Perhaps, this was the ability of the ‘Demon of Blood’?
The naive children thought so.

Not long after they left this destructive ranch, inside the basement filled with the smell of blood, the ground’s broken flesh and sticky blood immediately converged in the same direction as if they were alive.

Inside that slightly cleaner cell, Rod, whom the children could not afford to move out of the basement to give a decent funeral, was placed by his companion on the straw mat he usually liked to sleep on against the cell door.

Just as quickly, as these touches of flesh and blood drilled in, Rod, whose body was obviously somewhat swollen, abruptly opened his eyes, and the pupils of his formerly black and white eyes were dead gray.

‘Rod’ licked his purplish tongue and touched his rapidly healing neck, muttering somewhat hoarsely to himself:
“Luck is not bad, a completely amateur warlock rookie, actually succeeded in summoning you Lord Gudmund me, well, say your wish, I will try to let you feel, what is called true despair before I finish enjoying your soul”

Just as soon as he finished his carefully conceived lines his eyes widened:
“Huh? Where’s the soul? Kara-chan (MAD), was it taken by another demon first?”

A second look at the ground full of corpses that seemed to have been ravaged by some monstrous monster seemed to confirm his suspicions even more.

The ‘summoner’ had been killed off by his counterpart ahead of time, and even his soul had been shredded along with it.

What a waste.

At this the demon Gudmund felt extremely stifled and upset.

In itself, this incomplete ritual that did not possess a part of the true name or the name was perceived by the demons of their bottomless abyss just like the probability of winning the big lottery in a certain world.

There were so many Abyssal Demons, and the fate of many more of them was to be rushed to various battlefields as cannon fodder before they could grow up.

To feel the call from the material world once in a while is a rare opportunity for any demon, an opportunity to harvest a handful of souls at will to strengthen themselves and ‘get rich’.

But now this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! It was actually preempted by a peer!
Can this be tolerated?

What was even more unbearable to him was that this peer actually left his own line of scent behind with impunity.

This was simply a naked provocation!
As for the fact that the other party seemed to have killed a group of humans very easily? For them who weren’t those lowly lower level demons, wouldn’t this be a breeze for anyone?

After all, the material world’s ordinary crude weapons could not hurt the demons at all, and many demons such as him had extraordinary resistance against many spell energies.

Even if they are unlucky enough to meet some powerful people, if they are killed by the other side in a fight, their shells will be turned into filthy slurry on the spot, and their bodies will be immediately remodeled in the abyss, and the newborns will not only have the same source quality and mind as before, but also the hatred and chaos in their hearts will be more and more vigorous, which is– [Eternal Evil]!

[Eternal Evil]!
Because of this characteristic of being invincible in the material world, demons are fearless and are always looking for a portal to other dimensions or a space-time rift.

Whenever they have the chance, they will try to leave the bottomless abyss and spread chaos and darkness to other realms in order to eventually pollute the entire multiverse.

They will destroy all of God’s creations and burn civilizations to the ground, filling the multiverse with despair and ruins.

But he, Gudmund, had to take out this vile counterpart before he could accomplish this grandiose wish!
“Go back to the Bottomless Abyss and chew the ass of the Cowardly Devil for me, Lord Gudmund! This sub-material realm will be conquered by me, Gudmund!!!”

After shouting out this slogan in a half-communicative, half-demonic language, two pustules quickly bulged out of ‘Rod’s’ dry and thin back, and his two blood-stained demonic wings spread out as he chased after ‘David’, who had also come to the New Continent’s Middle Earth through possession at this moment.

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(End of this chapter)