Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 882 - 882 490 You Illiterate Dragon

Chapter 882: Chapter 490: You Illiterate Dragon Chapter 882: Chapter 490: You Illiterate Dragon “No, no, no, that’s a Demon Lord, a god among the demon clan, higher ranking even than a Great Demon or a Demon King. Turus is just a High-level devil, he’s far behind. Moreover, Turus died a long ti ago, so stop calling every demon you see by that na, okay?”

After much coaxing, Ange finally cald down. That Dead Skull can really hold a grudge. The Lava Demon that burned his fields years ago had long since been slain, yet Ange was still so angry upon encountering another one. If Ange wiped out the Lava Demons, Turus would be to bla for starting it all.

The heart of a Demon Lord, by rank, is equivalent to a God Status.

Ordinary demons derive their strength from their lineage, and the power of different demons is determined from the mont of their birth: Inferior Demon, Little Demon, low, mid, high-order devils, Great Demon, Demon King, and Demon Lord (Supre).

The gap between different demons is even larger than that between an amoeba and a human. Why are they categorized as demons? It mainly depends on whether their lineage possesses contamination. If their bloodline is contaminating, then they will be classified as demons.

Besides that, different demons possess different abilities, but most demons are able to absorb the emotions of living beings. For instance, succubi sustain themselves on creatures’ adoration.

She will fully exhibit her charm to capture the intense love and desire of creatures, thus achieving transformation. This is the only way demons can transcend their bloodline and advance.

Little Inferior Demons are mischievous, they screech loudly, wave their claws and surround you, making you irritable. Little devils will capture you, tornt you, and instill pain and fear.

High-level devils, however, have more sophisticated ways of causing mischief. They will tempt you to sign a Devil’s contract with them and then strip away everything from you. At this stage, every emotion can be turned into a demon’s power, and that’s when they can be called a Devil.

That Turus whom Ange can’t seem to forget was actually just a High-level devil, barely regarded as lower-rank among demons, only rembered for so long because he burned Ange’s fields.

Above High-level devils stand the Great Demon, Demon King, Demon Lord (Supre), and the Lord of Terror, belonging to the monarch class of demons. Of course, that refers to their full state – when it encountered Ange, it was already beaten into an Earth Monunt.

Now, this Arcanist nad Aesani actually has the heart of a Demon Lord? And she wants to trade it for a chance at Rebirth?

“Is the Molten Heart useful? If not, just trade for Magic Crystals. At least Magic Crystals can be used in the Sky Tower, can’t she simply borrow so?” Negris inquired.

Silver Coin shook his head, “Twenty-five million Magic Crystals – apart from those who own a mine, who could afford such an amount? If we wait for her to liquidate her assets, we can wait, but she might not have the ti. What if she dies in the process?”

“Then why not ask those with a mine to lend it? Isn’t Enki willing to lend it to her? Why doesn’t she accept?” Negris asked, puzzled.

“Sigh… the emotions of the elderly are complicated and hard to succinctly express,” Silver Coin sighed.

Negris could sense a lodramatic tinge in Silver Coin’s sigh, igniting his gossip-loving soul. However, in the end, he couldn’t extract any information as Silver Coin insisted on protecting custor privacy.

When even the God of Fraudsters states he must protect custor privacy, no one can expect to learn anything from him unless Ange himself shows up.

After obtaining Ange’s consent, a luxurious carriage arrived carrying a benevolent-looking old lady, personally escorted by Enki.

The old lady was in her early hundreds, only slightly older than Luther – after all, Luther was the only ‘human’ there. Her condition wasn’t good, though: she was hard of hearing, her vision was blurry, and she was paralyzed. Still, her robust Magic Power displayed her strength as an Arcanist.

Now, she could speak only by using Magic. The air vibrated as an apologetic voice erged, “I’m sorry to trouble everyone because of an old woman like .”

Negris disdainfully said, “How old are you? A young girl in her early hundreds and you dare call yourself ‘old’?”

“Uh, are you from the Dragon Clan? Indeed, I can’t compare with you – you were already older than when you hatched from your Dragon Egg, heh heh.” Sohow, Aesani’s tone beca cheerful. Maybe it had been a long ti since anyone had called her a ‘young girl’.

Negris went straight to the point, “You know what’s going to happen, right? Do I need to explain it again?”

Aesani hesitated, “Actually, I’m not very clear on what will happen. I just saw young Enki rejuvenated, and that it costs twenty-five million, so it must be sothing good, sothing that can keep alive, right?”

“Uh, you seem to be clueless about everything, I’d better explain it again. We need to use a bit of your flesh and blood, with the Rebirth Technique we will grow it into a new body, then transfer your consciousness to the new body so you can be reborn. Do you understand?” Negris explained.

“Oh, I see – so it’s like the Burning Phoenix, plunging into flas, abandoning the old body, and erging reborn.” Aesani understood it in her own way.

“What are you even comparing? They’re not the sa thing at all. Anyway, that’s basically how it works. Do you have any family with you? Have them make the paynt,” Negris said.

No family mbers were present, and Enki didn’t count. Only then did Aesani fumble to produce a Spatial Bag, and from it, she pulled out a stone as large as a bull’s head.