Deities: Starting From Goblins
Chapter 1279 - Chapter 1279 Chapter 703 The Great Universe_2

Chapter 1279: Chapter 703: The Great Universe_2 Chapter 1279: Chapter 703: The Great Universe_2 “Sir, I… I don’t know! I’ve never seen any humans!” a demon subordinate stammered, his eyes filled with innocence and fear.

“I don’t know either, sir, we’ve always been very careful, it’s impossible for humans to infiltrate us!” another subordinate quickly defended.

Logan listened to everyone’s defenses, the look of disgust on his face not diminishing. He slowly walked down the steps, each step seeming to tread on people’s hearts, making their heartbeats quicken even more. Finally, he stopped in front of a demon subordinate, his gaze piercingly intense.

“You, have you noticed anything unusual recently?” Logan’s voice was low and dangerous, as if it might burst into a lethal attack at any moment.

The demon subordinate trembled all over, nearly collapsing to the ground. He struggled to keep himself calm, his voice trembling as he replied, “Sir, I… I really didn’t notice anything! I…”

Just then, a faint sound suddenly arose, interrupting the demon subordinate’s speech. Logan’s ears twitched slightly, and he immediately pinpointed the source of the sound–from a concealed corner deep within the City Lord’s Mansion. His lips curled into a cold smile as if he had already found the answer.

“It seems that some are still not honest enough,” Logan said, then vanished from the spot in a flash, leaving behind only a residual image and the terrified gazes of the others. They knew that what awaited them next was Logan’s ruthless punishment and endless fear.

Logan’s words, like thunder, exploded in the spacious and gloomy hall of the City Lord’s Mansion, jolting the demon subordinates–who were previously immersed in panic and confusion–back to reality. They looked at each other, their eyes flickering with complex emotions–both in awe of Logan’s authority and uneasy about what might happen next.

“Sir, the humans were specifically captured for you!” a demon subordinate suddenly spoke up, his voice still quivering, but his tone was filled with flattery and sycophancy, “With your brilliant talents, sir, you’re not just anyone, and with your superior strength, surely you need more Spiritual Energy to nourish yourself!”

His words seemed to open the floodgates, and the other demon subordinates also chimed in, their voices growing louder as if to wash away their previous mistakes.

“Yes, sir! We captured the humans to present them to you, to boost your Spiritual Energy!” another subordinate eagerly said, his eyes sparkling with anticipation, as if foreseeing the glorious scene of Logan’s power increase.

“That’s right, sir! You are the elite among our demon race, only you deserve the Spiritual Energy brought by these humans!” yet another subordinate shouted, his face full of piety and admiration.

Logan listened to their words, his lips curling into an amused smile. He slowly surveyed the room, noticing that although his subordinates spoke earnestly, their eyes could hardly conceal their thirst for power and their coveting of status. He sneered inwardly, but outwardly he pretended to be pleased.

“Very well, I accept your sentiments,” Logan said calmly, his voice steady yet carrying an undeniable authority, “However, regarding the humans, I have my own plans. Do not act on your own in the future, understand?”

The subordinates, hearing this, quickly nodded in agreement, their faces full of subservience and reverence. They knew that although Logan had accepted their “kindness,” it didn’t mean he would tolerate their presumption.

At that moment, a Demon Race subordinate suddenly mustered the courage and carefully asked, “My lord, your strength is formidable, could you tell us how to enhance our bloodlines? We… we all wish to become stronger to serve you better!”

His question seemed to touch everyone’s heartstrings, and for a time, echoes of agreement rang throughout the hall. They all knew what enhancing their bloodlines meant for the Demon Race–it was not merely an increase in strength, but also an elevation in status and a symbol of dignity.

Logan looked at the expectant gazes of the crowd and silently pondered. He knew that although these subordinates were sometimes foolish, their desire for strength and loyalty to him was genuine. Then, he slowly began to speak, his voice revealing a hint of mystery and profundity.

“Enhancing bloodlines is not an overnight affair. It requires the sediment of time and the favor of opportunity,” Logan said, his gaze seeming to pierce through time to see the distant past and future, “but most importantly, you must have unwavering belief and relentless effort. Only by doing so can you advance further on the Demon Race’s path and ultimately reach the realm you desire.”

The subordinates listened to Logan’s words, their eyes flickering with fervent light. They seemed to see a glimmer of hope and also felt a surge of power. They knew that as long as they followed Logan and continued to strive, they would one day reach the heights they longed for.

And at that moment, Logan became the beacon in their hearts, guiding their way forward.

In a dim and spacious underground palace, candles flickered, casting mottled shadows, and the air was filled with an ancient and mysterious aura. Logan, the young man with an extraordinary demeanor and profound eyes, sat on a throne inlaid with gemstones, his face calm as water, yet exuding an undeniable sense of power. Around him, several attendants in black robes and solemn faces stood, their eyes reflecting both reverence and a touch of curiosity.

Logan slowly began to speak, his voice low and magnetic, “Why are you so flustered today? It seems you have something important to report to me.” His words carried a subtle authority that further solidified the weighty atmosphere of the space.

At this, the attendants glanced at each other, their eyes revealing a sense of relief from their previous panic. One of the older attendants, named Carl, stepped forward with courage, respectfully answering, “My lord, we were just overly excited and forgot our manners. In fact, we have brought some ‘gifts’ hoping they might be of assistance to you.”

As he spoke, Carl waved his hand, and several robust, black-robed figures emerged from the shadows, escorting several pale-faced, tattered-clothed Human captives. The captives’ eyes were filled with fear and despair yet confused by the sudden turn of events.

Logan’s gaze swept over these captives, his eyebrows slightly furrowing as if pondering something. “Humans? Why have you brought them to me?” his voice carried a hint of perplexity.

At this, another attendant, named Irene, hurriedly stepped forward to explain, “My lord, the Humans were specially captured for you! With your superior talents and exceptional strength, you naturally require more Spiritual Energy to nourish and enhance.”

The other attendants also chimed in, as if to make their actions seem more justifiable, “Yes, my lord, we captured the Humans to let you know that these beings contain rich Spiritual Energy which, if properly utilized, could greatly enhance your cultivation level!”

Logan listened, his lips curling into a faint smile, the smile containing both amusement and depth, “I see, you’ve certainly put in a lot of effort. However, there are many ways to enhance Spiritual Energy, why choose this method specifically?”

The attendants looked at each other, obviously not expecting Logan to pose such a question. Carl took a deep breath, emboldened, and said, “My lord, your profound strength deeply inspires us.

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