Chapter 1073: Section 1074 Descendent of the Gods
“It’s here!”
This voice shook the Void, and all the Wizards, whether in meditation or doing other things, paused at this moment, turning their attention to Monty.
“It has arrived at Lassudral,” Monty emphasized again, “The eye I left in Lassudral has sensed its presence.”
Everyone knew who “it” Monty referred to.
——The Demon God offspring, which was their target this time.
Above the floating ice, the emotions of every Wizard changed, becoming even more cautious and tense than before.
Although they knew that the journey had begun the moment they stepped into the Void, everything remained an unknown as long as the Demon God offspring had not yet appeared.
But now that the Demon God offspring had arrived in Lassudral, it meant there was no turning back. Whether in victory or defeat, they would stand in opposition to the Demon God.
“Lord Monty, I have always been curious, why would the Demon God offspring come to the surface?” asked a Wizard.
Generally speaking, powerful entities from the Abyss seldom came to the surface without a special reason. The surface had weaker Abyssal power, and the inner layers provided greater enhancements for Demons, just as Wizards prefer not to leave the Flourish Continent.
Even Intermediate Rank Demons rarely ventured to the surface, so why would the Demon God offspring come?
About this, Monty also only knew roughly. When he had previously traveled in the inner layers of the Abyss, he had heard a rumor that the Demon God offspring was searching for something, and that something was said to be on the surface.
Later, Monty also sought clarification from the Crown Star Church.
However, for the Prophet Wizard to cross planes and explore the world lines of the Abyss was already quite difficult. Moreover, what Monty wanted to investigate was the offspring lying in the shadow of the Demon God.
The only confirmation he eventually received was that the Demon God offspring would come to the surface.
“I have sought many secretive messages, and it is said that the Demon God offspring came to the surface in search of something. But what exactly it is, I do not know. However, Lapuye once prophesied that whatever the Demon God offspring is looking for will not affect our actions,” Monty said.
At this point, Monty suddenly stopped, his brows deeply furrowed.
“Lord Monty, what’s wrong?”
“The skies above Lassudral are cloaked with lines of fire, as if the entire sky has ignited,” Monty said, “What is this situation? Is it a phenomenon that appeared because of its arrival?”
“Eh, the eye I left in Lassudral, I see it!” Monty exclaimed with a hint of suspicion, “That Demon God offspring, has it gone to that mysterious little shop?!”
…
The Misty Cabin welcomed a new visitor.
The newcomer was one of the rare humanoid Demons. Towering in stature, it was two heads taller than Angel, and even while seated, it conveyed an oppressive presence.
It was dressed in armor intertwining silver and blue, the design intricate, adorned with strange, shimmering inscriptions that drew Angel’s frequent glances.
Although humanoid, its body beneath the armor was a uniform brilliant white, like the highest quality fine porcelain, not only smoothly contoured but also brimming with elegance and grace.
Angel did not know whether this porcelain-like appearance was its actual skin color or just a shell, for its face too was of the same pure white hue, appearing almost unreal.
It’s worth mentioning that its eyes were shaped like smiling crescents, like a sliver of a moon. Beneath its right eye was a light blue diamond-shaped mark. This mark somewhat resembled a clown’s teardrop, but on it, there was not a trace of humor, instead, it carried a sense of mystery.
Canaan had mentioned going to the Central District to investigate the cause of the martial law and had temporarily left. Angel had thought that no one would come to the shop now, but unexpectedly a visitor had arrived, prompting Angel to steel himself and approach.
“Guest, if you’re here for the experience trip, you will have to wait for a moment,” Angel said, his gaze involuntarily drawn to the inscriptions on the armor, sensing a certain familiarity with them.
The other party said nothing but carefully scrutinized Angel.
After a moment, a light chuckle sounded.
Angel noticed that even as the other laughed, its lips did not move… which meant the porcelain-like layer on its face was not real skin but a mask?
“You seem quite interested in these patterns?” a gentle voice reached Angel’s ears.
Angel, surprised, looked up at the Demon across from him. This Demon’s voice was exceptionally mild, like a gentle breeze blowing across the center of a lake. Yet this mildness was not merely tender; it concealed a sharpness, or perhaps a sense of authority, like an invisible string that slowly bound your limbs with its words, compelling one to inadvertently follow its utterance.
Additionally, it spoke in the Abyss Language.
Angel was well aware of pureblood Demons’ disdain for the Abyss Language and had prepared himself for not understanding Demon Language, yet the stranger seemed indifferent to the language barrier.
“It’s just that they are quite rare, and I am a bit curious,” Angel replied.
“Rare, is it?” a deep, chuckling voice came from beneath the porcelain white mask, “Yet haven’t humans always been studying Abyssal Inscription Studies? Even the cruel scholars highly praise your pioneering spirit.”
Angel’s pupils instantly constricted as he abruptly raised his head to look at the white demon across from him.
The patterns on its armor were Abyssal Inscriptions, which indeed surprised Angel, but what surprised him even more was that the other party had vaguely pointed out his own identity.
During Angel’s time in Lassudral, besides the innkeeper, no demon had discovered that he was human, not even the great demon Yadasai had any inkling.
Yet this white demon had discovered his identity?!
Was it because Odeclass’s Flame Mark had failed? Or was it that its rank was so high that it could penetrate the level of Odeclass?
Angel suppressed the shock in his heart and said with an expressionless face, “Guest, I don’t quite understand what you’re saying. So this is Abyssal Inscription, it has indeed been insightful for me.”
The white demon smiled slightly, its head tilted up a bit.
From those crescent moon-like squinted eyes, Angel seemed to discern a mocking amusement.
“I’m very curious, what is a human doing daring to open a shop in Demon City? What is this for?”
The voice of the white demon was still as gentle as before, but Angel no longer felt the warm and gentle sensation; instead, it was as if he had fallen into an icy abyss. It was as though he were trapped inside a bottle, with a gigantic white demon peering into the bottle through the mouth, a mysterious smile rippling on its face.
The sinister smile kept flashing before Angel’s eyes, and a feeling of fear grew from within, causing his body to shake uncontrollably.
Just when Angel felt he was about to plummet into the Abyssal Depth, a pair of hands suddenly rested on his shoulders.
A breeze, almost imperceptible, swept over Angel’s trembling body, blowing away the shivers brought on by fear. It slowly and gently coaxed his anxious and distracted mind back into place.
“I, too, am curious, why would a Descendent of the Gods disguise themselves as a demon in this shop? What is the reason for this?” A cold voice came from beside him.
Fafnir had somehow come to Angel’s side at an unknown time; her hands were on Angel’s shoulders, and her sharp blue and red eyes were fixed on the white demon across from them.
Angel, after coming back to his senses, recalled Fafnir’s words.
The other party was not the white demon he had thought but a Descendent of the Gods?
“Descendent of the Gods…” Angel swallowed hard, a chilling fact worming its way into his mind: Could it be that this was the offspring of the Demon God?
The ‘Descendent of the Gods’ stood up, and with a slight nod towards Fafnir, said, “My name is Aoluxiya.”
“Aoluxiya?” Fafnir murmured the name, then suddenly seemed to remember something, a look of disgust flashing in her eyes, “So it’s the offspring of the Lord of the Flameless; no wonder there’s a distasteful aura about you.”
Aoluxiya did not seem to mind Fafnir’s ridicule and lightly laughed, “I prefer to be called Aoluxiya rather than the offspring of the Lord of the Flameless. I’ve heard much about Miss Fafnir for a long time; when I was younger, Binaqionse often mentioned a lot about you…”
While they were conversing, outside the Misty Cabin, in the woods.
The young Flame Demon, Greerwu, was staring intently at the door of the Misty Cabin, seemingly envisioning a scene where Lord Aoluxiya walked out and told it: Go on your journey of experience with confidence; it will be your rite of passage into adulthood.
Greerwu had maintained the state of a young Flame Demon for many years, and what it longed for most was to mature.
“Butler Tandin, why hasn’t Lord Aoluxiya come out yet?”
Standing next to Greerwu, Tandin replied helplessly, “Young Master Greerwu, it has been less than two minutes since the Lord went in.”
“But…”
“Young Master, even if the Lord were to participate in the journey of experience, it wouldn’t end so soon. Moreover, the Lord needs to check whether the journey of experience is safe.”
“Just yesterday, a Succubus awakened because of the journey of experience; it must be fine,” Greerwu paused, eyes shining, “If I also awaken, will I become a Flame Mark Demon?”
“Flame Mark Demon is only your mature state, young master, and the awakened form is different for every demon.”
Although Greerwu knew that awakening and maturing did not necessarily correlate, its desire for mature form was so intense that it piled all possible scenarios onto its own expectations.
“Even so, there’s still a chance of maturing, right?” Greerwu hoped so earnestly.
Because the door of the Misty Cabin had not opened yet, Greerwu’s gaze began drifting from side to side until it suddenly noticed a pig Demon Person under a tree nearby.
Oddly enough, the pig Demon Person seemed to be in a faint, but its left eye was wide open, fixed in shock towards the direction of the Misty Cabin.
With suspicion, Greerwu quietly moved towards the pig Demon Person.