Chapter 118: Chapter 118: Shangguan Mu’er(2)
Shen Haoran stood on the rooftop of a pagoda, his golden eyes reflecting the violet-and-gold chaos of the sky.
The wind, whipped into a frenzy by the celestial pressure, tugged at his midnight-blue robes, but he remained as immovable as an ancient mountain.
He watched Shangguan Mu’er’s transformation with a look of clinical appreciation, and a faint, amazed smile touching his lips.
"That demonic form," Haoran mused, his voice smooth despite the roaring thunder. "In that state, she could probably trade blows with a 3rd Stage Spirit Ascension realm expert, couldn’t she?"
Qing’er, standing a half-step behind him, did not look away from the spectacle, her red eyes were glued to the pulsating, pitch-black hole that had manifested in Shangguan Mu’er’s stomach—a void that seed to tug at the very light of the world.
A flicker of recognition, perhaps even a trace of ancestral mory, crossed Qing’er’s stoic face.
"Young master," Qing’er whispered, her voice tight. "The demon who left behind that inheritance for her... it couldn’t be Beelzebub, could it? That specific manifestation of the ’Emptiness’ is unmistakable."
Haoran let out a short, dark chuckle. "Qing’er, look at that form. Who else could it be but Beelzebub himself? The Lord of the Flies, the Gluttonous King. Heh, the true inheritor of that old monster actually ended up in our hands, buried in a backwater secret realm. I wonder what those Gula Demons in the Pri Origin Realm will do once they find out their forefather’s legacy is being carried by a human woman."
The Gula Demons were legendary, even among the terrifying 7 Great Demon Bloodlines.
Just like other 7 Great Demon Bloodlines, they descended directly from the Great Demon King Beelzebub, a figure who had reached the heights of a Half-Step Supre Emperor before his fall, they were the embodint of insatiable consumption.
To a Gula Demon, the universe was not a place to live, but a banquet to be devoured.
Currently, the remnants of the Gula clans were hiding in the desolate, vast wilderness outside the borders of the Tian Yuan Empire.
They had been beaten back so severely by the Empire’s previous purges that they dared not casually step foot within civilized lands.
However, they remained a formidable, terrifying force, with their current leader, Abyss Alpha, being a 5th Stage Heavenly Saint Rank Demon King, supported by a council of elders ranging from the 1st to the 4th Stage.
In the hierarchy of the demons, ’Demon King’ was a title that corresponded to the Heavenly Saint Realm of humans.
Beelzebub, as a Half-Step Supre, had transcended that title to be known as the Great Demon King.
"Abyss Alpha is a prideful creature, however, he is also soone who respected bloodlines and inheritance the most. " Qing’er noted, her analytical mind already tracing the political ripples of Mu’er’s ascension. "Once he senses the purity of Beelzebub’s aura on a human, he would have only two paths: either submit to her as the new vessel of the King’s will, or kill her imdiately to strip the inheritance and claim the ’Gluttony’ for himself."
"Right, so, what if we help her tip the scales?" Haoran’s smirk widened as he watched Mu’er cleave through a bolt of lightning, her movents becoming more bestial, more efficient. "If she can take over the Gula Demons, we wouldn’t just have a servant; we would have a massive, combat-ready force of monsters we can instantly call upon."
The strategic value was undeniable, after all, Demons possessed physical strength far superior to humans, and their bloodline specifically was born with an instinctual, refined talent for slaughter, with so even directly inherting combat techniques from their parents.
They didn’t need the complex logistics of a human army.
"Gula Demons recover and grow stronger by devouring the flesh of those they kill," Haoran continued, his eyes flashing. "You don’t have to train them, you don’t have to spend a fortune on high-grade spirit stones to feed them, and you don’t have to provide them with dicinal resources. You simply sic them onto a battlefield and let them eat. You’d have an inexhaustible, self-sustaining, and ever-growing army that thrives on the very casualties it creates. A perfect weapon to conquer a world, don’t you thunk."
"Maybe, young master," Qing’er replied, her tone neutral, though she acknowledged the cold logic of his vision.
Shen Haoran found himself looking at Shangguan Mu’er with more and more "appreciation
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