Chapter 20 – 16 Demons Promotion
Chapter 20: Chapter 16 Demons Promotion
Lancelot had just placed his hand on Dingke’s head with nothing happening initially, but as he began to mobilize the True Qi within his body, a list seemingly appeared before his eyes, detailing the energy needed for various demonic transformations.
The sensation was quite vague, possibly due to his not very high realm. He cautiously injected about one-tenth of his True Qi. This amount was not enough for Dingke to transform into a higher-level demon, but it should enable a comprehensive enhancent of its current form.
As the True Qi surged from his Dantian, the diminutive demon let out a muffled grunt, as if it had been struck on the head.
Its body began to change dramatically. Muscles swelled fiercely, skin tore into pieces; its skeleton instantly grew larger, piercing through the skin, but was quickly covered by new flesh; the demon horns on its head gradually grew thicker and larger, forcing the skull to crack open, revealing the boiling brain inside.
“Aaaahhhhhhh!!!”
As the body’s transformation neared completion, only then did Dingke scream out, the entire process taking less than a minute.
It lay on the ground, gasping heavily, then slowly stood up, incredulously sizing up its new body, a euphoric emotion perating its heart, the color of its entire skin rapidly changing from newborn pink to lush green.
With the completion of the advancent, through the mysterious bond between them, Lancelot felt that he too had received so form of enhancent, his resistance to magic seed to have improved.
“Thank you, Dinke, my great master! Dingke will forever and ever serve you!”
Lancelot took a step back, feeling his boots being nearly corroded by Dingke’s kisses.
It appeared his conjecture was correct. The True Qi ford from cultivation ca directly from the Abyssal Plane’s natural spiritual energy. Since high-level demons could consu magic power to advance low-level demons, his True Qi certainly should too, and the effect would only be better.
“Go now, when I need you, you will hear my call.”
“As you command, my Lord!”
The figure of the newly born demon gradually beca transparent, eventually disappearing into the air, the sound of its hooves gradually fading away.
Lancelot sensed briefly and discovered that Dingke’s small brain was racing, plotting how to retaliate against a few Quasimodo Demon peers who had once bullied it.
It seed that its intelligence had also improved a bit, at least it wasn’t foolish enough to seek revenge on so big toad.
As Dingke departed, that mysterious enhancent effect disappeared too; it seems it only worked when they were within a certain distance. He returned to the small square with Tijana’s statue, where he and Bruto had agreed to et.
Lancelot found a secluded corner and waited quietly, anwhile observing the passers-by.
The most nurous were human adventurers dressed similarly to him. After the initial surprise, Lancelot’s interactions with them were not pleasant. Either they were demon worshippers or arrogant adventurers; he was not like them and found it hard to engage in conversation.
Next were wizards whose faces were hidden under hoods. Most were bustling through the streets surrounded by several demon attendants, rushing and disappearing into so dark corner of the market area. Planar travel was not difficult for them, and throwing a few people down was easy, but taking people back to the upper planes was different, beyond the capabilities of a common wizard.
There were also many visiting demons, their forms a revelation to Lancelot, and most were not recorded in the Elves’ archives. They could be serving under a Demon Lord or independent rcenaries seeking opportunities to ascend to higher demon levels.
One particularly morable demon had the body of a man and the head of a goat and held a Great Sword disproportionate to its size; it quickly noticed Lancelot’s gaze. It nodded to Lancelot with a politeness uncharacteristic of demons, then walked away.
“Interesting fellow,” Bruto’s voice ca from behind.
Lancelot turned around and noticed his Dwarf companion.
“How’s it going? Did you enjoy chatting with your forr colleagues?”
“Not so good. Actually, it was downright terrible.” Bruto said with a gloomy expression. “You really should have heard how they were talking about Tijana, it would’ve broadened your vocabulary.”
“Were they enslaved by the Succubus?”
“No, but it’s hardly any better. They truly have the freedom Tijana ntioned, but that’s about all they have. Tijana’s terms are simple: the craftsn finish the amount of work she assigns each week, and she ensures they won’t beco a demon’s dessert. Those who fail to complete their tasks get kicked out of the city; she ignores everything else.”
“Let guess, the amount she asks for is so high that they can only sleep for four hours a night?”
“For demons, who don’t need rest, the concept of sleep is hard to understand.”
“That does sound incredibly harsh.” Lancelot sighed. “But I guess your dad still plans to stay.”
“Uh, how did you know?”
“Because there aren’t any better options.”
“Yeah, there are no better options.” Bruto found a rock and sat down. “I talked to my dad about it.”
“What did you tell him? About your plan to change careers?”
“Yeah. He always wanted to inherit his skills and reputation, so he was always extra strict with . I prepared a whole lot of excuses, but he just stayed silent for a long while, then agreed.” Bruto hung his head, looking quite disheartened. “Staying here ans barely surviving with no hope. Being an adventurer is filled with dangers, and being one in this world is downright terrible, but at least there’s hope to leave.”
“Co on, it’s not that bad when you have . We’ll definitely make it back to where we ca from.” Lancelot tried to lighten the mood, “I’m good buddies with the Emperor over there, I’ll make you a Royal Blacksmith, and you’ll absolutely bring honor to your ancestors, I guarantee your dad would be pleased.”
“Pfft, as if I cared.” Bruto laughed too. “What about that little guy nad Dingke?”
“I let him go. But if needed, I can call on him anyti.” Lancelot decided it was best not to reveal his unique abilities just yet. “How about the thing you were helping with?”
“It’s already been processed.” Bruto handed Lancelot a small box. “Had limited ti, couldn’t make anything too complex, but it’s a classic design. Are you sure this thing works on demons too?”
“Not sure, but it’s better to have it than not.” Lancelot opened the small box and took a quick peek. “Though I don’t know much about this, I can tell the craftsmanship is really exquisite, thanks a lot.”
“Mostly, it’s because the stuff we got from that sandworm’s stomach is all top grade. You should have seen those guys’ reactions—they nearly wanted to go back to the Shattered Mountain Range right away and strip every sandworm there.”
Bruto displayed a silly grin, making one doubt whether he had exaggerated his role in the battle with the sandworm.
“Are you sure you want to give it away as just a eting gift? In our world, this thing could trade for a castle.”
“There’s plenty of good stuff in the Abyss, and by the ti we find a way back, you’ll definitely struggle deciding which treasures to throw away.” Lancelot looked disdainful. “No matter how precious, it’s of no use to us now, and besides, they might not even fancy it.”
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