With the quest popping up, a smile ford on his face. Zul, to get an ability that I could give to her, how much would it be? Although the minimum for offensive move was a thousand points, that didn't an the one he wanted would be the sa.
[Pursuing the Shop...]
[Complete!]
[Conflagration of Cremation: 2200 Human Points!]
Seeing the value, Yur felt shocked. The value was very large. Zul, how many quests is that? Being a slave, concepts of arithtic and alike were foreign to him. Thus, he was unable to figure out the number of tis he would need to complete the quest.
[Complete Quest 8 Tis!]
A sigh escaped his mouth. How long until the trees grow?
[Determined by location! With Host's current location, including the ability to instantly transport ho; 1 Week Remaining!]
This ant that as he got further away, ti would reduce proportionally.
"So, now that you know, whats the plan?" Eyeing his dazed state, Ris questioned with curiosity. She herself was not looking at saving anybody; she didn't care for that. Her goals were different, but to obtain the flas, a side tracking a little was no big issue.
Imdiately coming back to reality, Yur pondered before speaking. "Let help save our people."
"Are you sure? They are generally in areas where the demons are not weak." Her warning was true. Most hostages were held by rank seven Valgath demons and above, with a rare few imprisoned by Kyrrath and Gralith demons.
Of course, vital humans were held captive by the most powerful demons. These would be high ranking sect mbers and mortal kings.
Yur didn't reply at once, rather Zul had him pose a question. "Are you confident in rescuing them?"
Ris quieted down, leering at him with a slight frown. Yet, a smirk suddenly ford on her face instead. "Fine, let's save so of these people." The more she interacted with Yur, the more interesting of a specin he beca. Yes, specin, nothing more—in Ris' eyes atleast.
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"Brune!" A group was gathered within a large fortress— region: Eyes of Dripping Blood.
The group of ten was lead by Brune. Seemingly, they were in a bad state.
Although Brune was a powerful cultivator, the mbers of his cohort were far weaker. The majority were at the fourth rank; Ignited Core realm. Thus, the Zorath demons were not a congenial group.
"You guys got this, I'll watch from afar." Sitting on top of a Zorath's body, Brune smirked; watching his companions fight a near death battle with the dozens of Zorath.
They were beset by the demons; a precarious situation. Nevertheless, Brune watched on, intending to sit it out.
Gritting their teeth, the Ignited Core cultivators struggled with all they had.
The Zorath they opposed were natives; direct descendants of the current Gralith that reigned the region.
Resembling large eyeballs, yet instead of a pupil there was a tiny mouth. In addition, their legs were akin to pus that dripped down.
Nauseating would be an understatent, since the sll was worse than even their appearance.
Aside from that, their attacks were not simple. Any cut on their body created a shriek that almost ruptured the cultivators ear drums. Pus would then form, healing the spot almost imdiately.
No matter what moves they used, the demons were at an advantage, both in strength and numbers.
In the sa region, a different scene played where Karo was.
Unlike Brune, Karo was more understanding and perceptive towards the limits of his companions.
Though the Zorath they faced were not the sa, they were powerful nonetheless.
"Guys, I'll handle the majority, use this chance to train." Training was a large reason behind the infiltration of Zulmasharr.
The Guardian Sects were the main contenders against the Demons Lords and Kings, making sure to keep them at bay. Thus, having experience against various forms of demons was a must for disciples.
Back in the sect, disciples would face mirages of demons as a form of training, but a real demon was different.
The pressure, the bloodlust, the craze— it was on a different level.
"Karo, help!" One of the cultivators was pinned to the ground, saliva falling onto his face.
Noticing, Karo flashed and appeared before this disciple, swatting the demon away.
Reaching his hand out, he helped the disciples up. "Are you ok?"
Being known for his kindness, the disciples were elated they chose to follow Karo.
"Thank you." Getting up, the man moaned in pain. "I need so ti to recuperate." A laceration laid across his bear chest spilling with blood.
"Sure, but I recomnd trying to co back as soon as possible." Karo advised with a small smile. "In a real battle where there isn't soone to look after you, wounds would be normal, so you need to learn how to bear with the pain and fight."
"I understand." Nodding, the man took a few minutes to catch his breath and stop the bleeding using a few herbs before jumping right back in.
Everyone wanted to take this opportunity to adjust themselves to the strength of the demons. Clearly, they would face them more often in the future.
Many minutes passed, and though the group could only collectively kill two demons, Karo handled the remaining many.
It wasn't ideal, but training was just like this.
"Alright, lets head our. Our goal is the Gralith's cave." Anyone that decided to roam in the Eye's of Dripping Blood had a single goal; kill the Gralith.
Only one group journeyed even further. Venturing into a more perilous region; the Gravesong Wastes.
"Celis, you've gotten stronger again!" Standing on the crest of a lofty demon, Celis pulled out a sword—the wound spraying with blood.
The demon resembled a giant, carrying many human features. From afar, they could be considered human, but upfront? It was an insult to humanity!
Unnerving bodies which were particularly bloated from the belly. A mass of sinew and muscle, around twenty feet tall! Their faces seed to be a fusion of multiple human faces, stitched together in a grotesque visage.
So of the faces were seemingly smiling, others sobbing—diverse expression, creating an eerie look.
"Well, the Choir of Writing Flesh is not considered the most powerful in the rank six Kyrrath demons." Wiping his face which dripped with splattered blood; Celis smiled strikingly. "Anyways, as we get closer to the centre, I feel the Valgath looking over this area may attack."
Hearing his words, the others warily glanced at each other. Slight trepidation filling them. They were all rank five Luminous Heart cultivators, but relative to Celis, they were much weaker.
"Aglazeth, the Wailing Maw..." The repeated this na, the leader of this region.
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