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Silently, Apollo browsed through his current status page while also moving forward with the rest of his followers.
(Demon Monarch System) Lvl.4
Na: Apollo Kaiser
Race: Lesser Demon [97.15%]
Title: Azridan's Successor
Age: 15
Level: 125
Experience: 0.00%
Health: 100%
Demonic Anima Reserves: 10,100 units.
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(Impermanent)
Body Cultivation Realm: ~Rank 3 Zul Knight
Spirit Cultivation Realm: ~Rank 1 Spirit Warrior
ridians: Saint-Grade (Middle Tier)
Zuls: 25,500
Oz: 1,000
Strength: 850.0
Agility: 795.0
Intelligence: 750.0
Vitality: 670.0
Comprehension: 96.0
Willpower: 75.0
[«Traits»]- 5
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[«Techniques»]- 7
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[«Elental Affinities»]
Level 9: Darkness, Fire
Level 7: tal, Wind, and Lightning
Level 5: Earth
Level 3: Space
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[«Demonic Servants»]
[Daemonic Avatar] Erus Fuhrer (Demon Knight) - The Tenebrous Master.
[Greater Demon] [Requires 5,000 units of Demonic Anima to summon.]
[Demonic Acolyte] Typhir Estrada (Demon Knight)
[Lesser Demon {Non-Summon}] Added benefits to you.
[Demonic Follower] Furcas (Demon Knight) - Wiseman of Corruption
[Greater Demon] [Requires 3,000 units of Demonic Anima to summon.]
[Demonic Servant] Zarkath (???)
[«Weakened» Greater Demon] [Requires 0 resources to summon.]
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[«Interdinsional Inventory»][«Inheritance»] [«Lucky Draw»]
Stat Points: 0
At first, he thought it was rather underwhelming that all of those demons only amounted to a re 5 levels, but then as he thought about it, it made sense.
'The higher my level, the more experience it will take. Furthermore, obtaining these pieces could be seen as accomplishing special side tasks. Thus, it should also reward a set amount of bonus experience that isn't ntioned. As long as I continue to bring them under my control, then this should be sothing for to worry about,' Apollo thought.
Then, he looked further down and noticed sothing that imdiately caught his eye. Unlike the rest of his followers, Zarkath seed to be so type of anomaly. 'Not only does he lack a demonic standing, but it also doesn't require any resources to summon him? While he may be in an extrely weakened state, that doesn't explain why this is so.'
Apollo held up his hand and summoned for him since he was overco with curiosity, "Zarkath, appear." A small portal appeared before Apollo from which Zarkath exited. As he did, Apollo was shocked to find out it was truly as the system displayed.
Not a single shred of Demonic Anima or his ntal strength was utilized to summon him. Yet, he could still feel the link to him and tell that his power was sowhere along the lines of Furcas, if not a tad bit greater. However, the reason for his shackle was undoubtedly due to his nearly shattered mind.
"You have called for My Lord?" Zarkath uttered while taking a knee before Apollo. There was a faint lifelessness in his eyes but APollo didn't pay it any mind. Because of his actions, this was the result.
"Nothing, I was rely curious about sothing. But, since you're here already, stay and act as my bodyguard. With the number of injuries I've sustained, I'll need to heal them," Apollo announced.
Zarkath nodded in response and took up a guarded position in front of Apollo. anwhile, Fuhrer continued to hold them in his grasp as his gaze fell upon what seed to be a civilization in the distance. 'Hmm? This is a first, it seems to be so type of crude civilization within these castle walls. Could the Lord's reign be so loose over this Ring?'
Until he was sure about his assumptions, Fuhrer didn't voice it. They would need to enter a smaller radius for him to sense the actions taking place in that civilization. As of right now, the distance from the walls was too great and he was moving further and further away from his source. Unlike Astarat, the Nihilistic Rings each possessed a special spatial barrier that caused his link to diminish.
After all, the power of the First Monarch was not to be trifled with. Even in his peak state, Fuhrer was unable to contest any seals the First Monarch put in place.
While they were moving at rapid speeds, Apollo opened his eyes all of a sudden, "Fuhrer, can you speed up faster than this?" However, Apollo didn't use his voice as the violent winds from their current speed would just absorb it.
Thus, he used his ntal link.
"It's possible, but the turbulence will cause you all to lose footing and may even interrupt any plans you have to recuperate. Are you nervous about your dwindling ti remaining?" Fuhrer questioned in return.
Needless to say, Apollo admitted this to be true. He was indeed nervous that he wouldn't have enough ti.
"Very well, to appease your worries, I will move even faster," Fuhrer relented. A mont later, a loud shockwave that nearly shattered their eardrums resounded as Fuhrer crossed the distance of 100 ters in the blink of an eye. With each step, it was as if he was performing miniature teleportations.
Fortunately, to deal with the aftershock, Apollo had Zarkath conjure a large number of Infernal Rampart. At first, they shook due to their lower solidity, but they withstood the impacts nonetheless. With this problem solved, Apollo returned to recuperating.
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In the state of recovery, ti passed faster than Apollo perceived. He only opened his eyes when he realized they were no longer in motion. At the sa ti, he had Zarkath dissolve the Infernal Ramparts.
"Is...this so type of civilization?" Apollo muttered when he noticed this additional set of walls within the castle's periter.
"Correct, I believe this is sothing another demon has created. It doesn't seem to have been erected since the beginning of this castle. In fact, when compared to the standards of this place the structure seems to be very crude," Fuhrer comnted.
Nevertheless, since they were brought here, they couldn't shy away from advancing. As a result, Fuhrer took the lead as he ventured past the initial gates. However, the mont he did so, he unsheathed part of his sword.
A torrent of dark gold energy assaulted his body before being sliced in half by his aura, "What a rude bunch of inhabitants we have here. Is this the hospitality to present to your guests? Shall I make a ss of this place as a result?!" Fuhrer bellowed with a trace of cold fury in his eyes.
In response to his words and aura, a collection of demons materialized before him, "That is a very strong aura of Superbia you possess. Who are you and what brings you to our ho?" One of the demons questioned in return.
In light of this questioning, Fuhrer bolstered his aura even further. When it ca to demons born of Superbia, the only way to confront them was to establish your superiority. Only an adequate amount of bullheadedness could counter their initial gusto.
"My identity is none of your concerning. The real concerning matter is you heathens and the lack of order this establishnt possesses. It's as if you're primal demons back in the barbaric tis," Fuhrer chortled. As he looked around, the demons here seems to wear crude clothing, and even their weapons lacked refinent.
If he had to guess, this bunch of demons must have experienced so type of ruling coming in and taking a control of the place.
Almost as if his words were so type of cue, a rhythmic thumping could be heard from behind a grand set of stone gates. In response, Fuhrer's eyebrows rose when he sensed the power of the being behind it.
'An odd power this one possesses. It's hard to tell, they must be so type of abomination,' Fuhrer mused while completely sheathing his sword.
'BOOM!'
The silhouette of a large figure bust through the gate, shattering the stone to pieces. Naturally, this caused a cloud of rock dust to fill the surrounding. But, a grand ax was wave as it split apart the dust with ease.
"That tone of yours. Are you prancing through here as if you're our ruler? How about I smash you to bits until you learn that there is indeed order in this place? As for outsiders, there is no reason for us to be courteous," the new demon spat.
When he noticed this prideful deanor, Fuhrer struggled to hold in his chuckle. The days wherein a youthful demon chortled with him were behind him. Thus, he cracked his neck, "If you aren't the ruler here, then who might you be?"
"I am Jorgun! The Vice-Leader of our Prideresh settlent. Also known as the area of chaos. Now, co and learn your place!" Jorgun bellowed before releasing a pressure that made Fuhrer's eye gleam with excitent.
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