Chapter 183 – 177 Prophecy Magic
anwhile, at the battlefield where Elothysia had been rescued today, a portal composed of flas appeared out of nowhere, and a grayish-blue Quasimodo Demon crawled out of it.
The sight of bodies strewn all over the ground filled this small demon with fear. Many large ones had died, so of whom it recognized, and others it did not.
But it had no choice but to carry out its master’s order. Circling the site from a distance several tis, the Quasimodo Demon’s eyes suddenly lit up because it had found sothing sufficient to report back.
It was a massive skeleton, with a thick, long tail for its lower body and a humanoid upper body with many arms, the corpse of the six-ard Serpent Demon, Ashap.
The Quasimodo Demon grabbed the skull of the Serpent Demon and promptly scurried back through the portal, returning to a place filled with flas and smoke.
“You’re back so soon? What did you find?”
The inquirer was a Barlow Fla Demon, sitting on a throne ford from solidified magma, with a river of lava flowing from an active volcano behind it.
“They’re all… all dead…” Fear suddenly surged in the heart of the Quasimodo Demon; its Fla Demon master probably would not like the news it brought back.
“What!!” The Fla Demon roared, jumping up from its throne, its hand wielding a Fla Whip, which it used to pull the Quasimodo Demon close and gripped it tightly.
“I brought back General Ashap’s skull!” the Quasimodo Demon cried out, its body exuding a foul-slling fluid due to terror, “You can use magic to find out who killed her!”
“Oh, that’s not bad,” the Fla Demon nodded, taking the skull of the Serpent Demon. The Quasimodo Demon’s face showed a slightly relieved expression, but the Fla Demon suddenly flung it directly into the lava behind.
“You shouldn’t have dirtied my hand,” the Fla Demon let out a string of malicious laughter, dipping its hand into the lava as well. Then, using its sensory ability, it sent a summon to a much more important servant.
“Lord Yiltu, you summoned ?”
A ten-foot-tall, large demon flew in from a cave above the Fla Demon. This barely humanoid demon was extrely obese, with a wild boar-like head on its neck. Besides the two sharp tusks in its mouth, there were two pairs of tusks beside its chin and nose. Moreover, compared to its body, its wings were smaller than its claws, clearly only explicable by magic for its ability to fly.
This was a Soul Judge Demon, known more bluntly as a Pig Demon. By any standard, Soul Judge Demons were the ugliest mbers within the Tanali Demon Race, yet they considered themselves quite delicate and elegant, being the only kind of demon that upheld strict dining etiquette.
Of course, what often ended up on their dining tables were the limbs and flesh of humanoid beings.
However, the main duty of the Soul Judge Demons was not to destroy mortals through eating (or displaying eating).
As their na implied, the most crucial ability of the Soul Judge Demon was to imdiately identify the most evil soul from a large group of Pri Demons, Coward Devils, or even Abyss worms—such as serial killers or mad tyrants in their past life—and elevate them to a fitting form, thus allowing the Demon Lords to quickly obtain potentially valuable subordinates.
“Ah, Duosifangao, I need your trick,” Barlow Fla Demon threw the skull over, “Let’s see who killed poor Ashap then.”
Although its magic abilities were disparagingly referred to as “re tricks,” the Demon Lord took great offense but cleverly concealed it. With the Fla Demon’s orders clear, Duosifangao imdiately began preparing to cast the Spell.
The Quasimodo Demon’s waist was adorned with a greasy and filthy pouch that held various spellcasting materials. From it, he extracted two eyeballs and stuffed them into the eye sockets of the Serpent Demon’s skull.
“These were originally my afternoon tea snacks,” the Demon Lord explained, “should you be curious.”
“How dare you waste my ti with such nonsense!” the Fla Demon scread at him, “Hurry up and give the answer I want!”
The pig-faced demon shrugged, silently despising the other’s crudeness, yet his hands did not slow down. With so sinister gestures and his ominous chanting, the Serpent Demon’s skull began to glow. Light shone through the eyeballs in the sockets and cast an image on the adjacent rock wall.
The scene was from the Serpent Demon’s perspective, engaged in battle with a Human Knight. The Fla Demon watched for a while and muttered dissatisfied:
“So this is the Knight who killed Ashap? He doesn’t look so impressive.”
“It seems the Serpent Demon is injured,” the Demon Lord hinted, doing well to mask his disdain.
“Is it?” the Fla Demon leaned in closer, “What happened to her arm? And why is she fighting alone, where did that stupid ox run off to?”
The Serpent Demon slightly turned its head just in ti to see a spinning hamr knocking down an Enchantnt Demon.
“Damn it! I will chop off this human’s fingers one by one and use his own fingers to burst his eyeballs!” the Fla Demon cursed malevolently, all the while lashing the projected image on the rock wall with a Fla Whip, as if he could strike the Human Knight directly through it.
The rocks, ford by cooled lava, couldn’t withstand such abuse and soon crumbled, preventing the two demons present from noticing the details of the Serpent Demon’s final monts—only seeing the Serpent demon being stabbed in the back, directly piercing its vulnerable heart.
“Hurry up and tell where this human, who should be killed ten thousand tis and revived by magic ten thousand and one tis, is now?”
Of course, there was no third person present to answer the Fla Demon’s question. The pig-faced Demon imdiately cast another Spell, and the light within the Serpent Demon’s skull changed, but only projected a murky gray image that showed nothing.
“Stupid pig! Your trick has failed!” the enraged Fla Demon roared, and even the lava behind him seed to sense his fury, bubbling up massively.
“No! My magic has not failed!” the Demon Lord shrieked, his voice like that of a fattened pig awaiting slaughter, “This just ans he is currently in an area undetectable by prophecy magic, but I have other ways to find him!”
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“Then do it quickly!” the Fla Demon lashed out fiercely with his Fla Whip, striking the Demon Lord hard. Such an attack was far from enough to kill a High Rank Demon like the Demon Lord, and the flas did not deal much damage either, but the humiliation was not so easily ignored.
The Fla Demon knew, Fla Demons do not care.
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