"Is that Big Brother?
Luo ng’s massive eyes flickered with doubt, the weird familiarity of the silhouette seen from behind was no illusion.
But wasn’t Big Brother Diaberlic already dead?
Luo ng beca alert, carefully thinking back, indeed the fact that Big Brother had died had not been confird.
Many demons had only seen the Demon King carrying Big Brother’s body into a secret chamber, and at that ti, Big Brother seed already dead.
But whether he had truly died or not was actually unknown to anyone since no demon dared recklessly block the Demon King to check for themselves.
Demon King Nage entering the laboratory with Diaberlic’s body, nobody knew what he was actually planning to do; it was only because Diaberlic hadn’t appeared for so long that many demons subconsciously assud he had died.
Could it be that Father took Big Brother’s body into the laboratory to heal him?
And now he’s healed?
This is not good news at all.
If Big Brother had indeed returned from the dead, wouldn’t that an the Demon King’s throne is getting farther and farther away from ?
Although not the sharpest tool in the shed, Luo ng was extrely sensitive about this matter, instinctively wanting to catch up and clarify the identity of this figure.
But having just taken a couple of steps, Luo ng stopped; he rembered the caution given to him by Candice, on behalf of Lord Horus, about being careful with intelligence gathering, as dying would render any information useless.
If this guy really is Big Brother, Luo ng didn’t believe he could compete against Big Brother’s might.
Between demon siblings there is little genuine affection; if he stumbled upon sothing he shouldn’t have, Big Brother would not hesitate to kill him without rcy.
However, considering the cooperation with Horus and how Horus had sched to help him eliminate a rival, while he himself lacked valuable intelligence...
Caught in a dilemma, Luo ng watched the figure gradually moving away.
After a long period of thought, Luo ng suddenly raised his furry palm and thumped it hard against his head, making a ’bang’ like the sound of a drum.
Then, a glint of excitent flashed in Luo ng’s eyes.
Imdiately after, his body began to swell, growing larger and larger until a giant figure several tens of ters tall appeared in front of the Demon King Palace.
With his head high above the ground, the elevation of his eyesight imdiately extended his range of view, "I’m damn clever."
Luo ng laughed huskily, while many demons who witnessed this scene didn’t care much, thinking that the Seventh Prince was just going crazy again, a trivial occurrence not worth ntioning.
Nobody knew that Luo ng had made himself so imnse for the sake of gathering intelligence.
After all, who conducts espionage with such caution, fearing discovery, unlike Luo ng who seed so conspicuous as if fearful of going unnoticed?
Luo ng possessed a formidable physique.
His extraordinary physical condition also granted him extraordinary vision; although the figure had already moved far away, it remained very clear in his eyes.
Just by the shape of the body, Luo ng increasingly suspected the person was his Big Brother Diaberlic.
But the attire was completely different from the Diaberlic he knew.
Diaberlic’s nature was flamboyant, yet this figure was cloaked in black, almost entirely obscured as if not wanting others to discern his identity.
Moreover, the gait seed slightly off, the legs not as flexible, a weird stiffness to them.
Luo ng didn’t know what the situation was, but as he fixed his gaze on the fading figure, a creepy feeling arose in his usually fearless heart, a mysterious fear eroding Luo ng’s wildly beating heart.
Luo ng found it intolerable; lifting a few fingers, he rubbed his huge eyelids vigorously and then looked again.
Gulp...
Luo ng seed to swallow hard.
This ti, he could see much clearer.
A dim red mist enveloped the figure, almost transparent, invisible unless looked for carefully.
The strange mist writhed like venomous snakes, twisting into entwined patterns.
Just then, the figure, which had been leaving the Demon King City and was scrutinized by Luo ng, suddenly turned with a whoosh, raising its head and revealing the face beneath the black cloak, gazing in the direction of the onlooker.
In an instant, Luo ng’s large eyes t those of the mysterious cloaked figure.
Whoom!
At that mont, Luo ng felt as though his brain had been hit by an intense shock, a violent tumult like a tsunami rolling continuously within his head, turning everything black before his eyes.
The fur all over him stood on end, making him look like a gigantic hedgehog.
His massive body, unable to withstand the soul-shaking impact, staggered backwards, sitting down hard on the ground, causing the whole city to seem to tremble.
Good grief, the mighty Seventh Prince Luo ng had actually fallen down, unable to stand steady; was he drunk?"
The demonic creatures around erupted into raucous laughter, but at this instant, Luo ng had no ti to worry about losing face.
His throat involuntarily contorted, and even the act of swallowing saliva seed particularly strenuous; every movent made the inside of Luo ng’s throat sear with pain.
His mouth was gasping for air in large, coarse breaths.
Fortunately, that mysterious figure in black rely glanced briefly at Luo ng and did not appear before him, instead continuing on his way.
It was only long after the figure had passed that Luo ng finally snapped out of the indescribable terror, and he noticed that his body was almost entirely drenched in cold sweat.
He saw that face.
It was his elder brother, Diaberlic.
The most powerful son under Demon King Nage.
But he had no ti to be shocked that his elder brother was still alive... What kind of face was that?
It was still that face, but it was covered in scars and gashes everywhere, with the traces of tight stitches where it had been sown back together.
Luo ng found it hard to describe the feeling—it was as if... inside the peeled skin suit of Diaberlic, sothing else was stuffed in, and then forcibly stitched back together.
Although they only made eye contact for a mont, and the other party did nothing, that indescribable sense of fear nearly made Luo ng lose control and scream.
Long after the event, Luo ng quickly shrank his body and scrambled up from the ground, dashing towards his residence in the Imperial City.
No sooner had he shut the door of his room than he pressed his fingers to his ears—he had to notify Candice of this news right away.
This was significant intelligence.
Upon receiving Luo ng’s report, Candice’s expression also turned grave imdiately, "Lord Luo ng, are you certain that was Diaberlic?"
"There’s absolutely no mistake, even though his face has beco twisted and ghastly from the stitches, it’s definitely him."
"This guy seems to have beco even more terrifying than before. Just one look at him made my flesh crawl. He gave a very ominous feeling..."
Even through ssage Magic, Candice could sense Luo ng’s terror; his voice was trembling.
"You said Diaberlic left the Demon King City? Which direction did he go?" Candice asked urgently.
"Direction? It should be... southeast, I believe?" Luo ng pondered for a mont before responding.
Southeast... At this, Candice felt a chill run down her spine.
From the vantage point of the Demon King City, wasn’t the southeast the direction of the Exeter Kingdom, precisely where Qin Chu was currently?
Was this rely a coincidence, or...
Exeter Kingdom.
Qin Chu’s figure moved along the streets.
His clothing stood out starkly against the pedestrians around him, occasionally drawing curious gazes from the crowd.
The attire in Exeter Kingdom was vastly different from that of the Empire.
The n of the Empire, especially the Nobles, always dressed in elaborate outfits that proclaid their status and wealth, like peacocks with their tails spread, seemingly in an attempt to attract the opposite sex with such displays.
The Noble Ladies of the Empire took an even more sensual approach; the clothes they wore were like those high-level fashion garnts seen at fashion shows... Any more fabric would seem almost sacrilegious, particularly at banquets, where one’s eyes would be t with nothing but bare thighs, sensual cleavage, and collarbones.
Exeter was the complete opposite.
The n were more normal, although not as extravagant as those of the Empire.
As for the won, they were wrapped up tight, with skirts invariably covering the ankles, never wearing high slits.
Besides the face, neck, and hands, no other skin was exposed.
Even though Asina had provided Qin Chu with the coordinates, they were extrely far apart after all, several thousands of kiloters distant. Even a slight deviation in the Space Transmission Magic Array could beco extrely exaggerated after being magnified by such a long distance.
Qin Chu was directly transported to the top of a mountain surrounding the Exeter Kingdom.
Fortunately, Exeter Kingdom didn’t scrutinize foreign rchants or refugees too strictly, rely asking a few simple questions before granting them entry.
In the first week, Qin Chu hadn’t explored any side maps at all, and he was almost completely unaware of the Exeter Kingdom; the kingdom’s every aspect even gave Qin Chu a fresh sense of novelty, as if he had arrived in the Different World for the first ti.
Although Qin Chu really wanted to take a good look around here, the most crucial thing for the mont was to et up with Asina and Silf.
After inquiring in many places, Qin Chu finally located the inn where the two of them were staying.
However, just as he reached the entrance of the inn, a line of black ford on Qin Chu’s forehead in an instant.
What on earth was this situation?
Before him stood a towering woman, three ters tall... um, with a huge Wolf Fang Club in hand, standing furiously at the doorway of the inn.
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