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Chapter 107: But I Won’t

Chapter 107: Chapter 107: But I Won’t

The crocodile-headed Demon was startled. After all, he was only a Magister-level Demon. The power radiating from Antikythera was on an entirely different level.

If they fought, he probably wouldn’t even react before his head was severed.

"No, no, I didn’t mean that. What I meant was, you look strange. Not quite human, not quite ghost—what exactly are you?"

"Me? I’m a Devotee of the god Cidi," Antikythera said proudly. "And we are the purest, most orthodox sect of Cidi! Use your dog nose and smell—it’s the Legion of Hell, granted by the god Cidi! That’s proof of Cidi’s recognition!"

"I... I’m not a dog..."

Still, the crocodile-headed Demon stretched out his neck and sniffed Antikythera.

As promised, Antikythera indeed carried the scent of the Legion of Hell—that was the smell of the demons summoned by Ashu’s Bloodrite Beast Legion.

As the Cidi sect’s Cardinal Deacon, Antikythera had naturally met Demon "Gugaga."

"That’s really... I’ll take you to see the four captain lords. Only they have the authority to bring you to see Lord ’Shava,’" the crocodile-headed Demon said, then left his post to lead the way, calling to his comrades to continue patrolling.

As he led, he grumbled, "Brother, you wouldn’t know, but recently a bunch of those damn Divine Mother Goddess Devotees stormed our camp, slaughtering our brothers and sisters. They even killed our Lord ’Shava’s’... well, never mind. Just remember, Lord ’Shava’ is still very angry."

Antikythera wore a mask, but the corner of his mouth beneath it twitched slightly, hard to hold back.

He probably knew that last time it was Ashu who had led people to storm this place.

"Hey, Crocodile Bro, you’re not bad—oh no, your Demon’s not bad. I apologize for my harsh words earlier," Antikythera said as he followed behind.

"Ha! That was just for show. We have our duties; sometimes we just have to make things hard for some visitors. You’re easier to talk to, little brother. Otherwise, my old croc head might have rolled on the ground by now. In our line of work, losing your head isn’t uncommon."

"Heh."

As the man and the Demon spoke, they soon entered the inner circle.

The inner patrol team had not only been replaced but also equipped with superior gear.

They encountered a towering Demon clad entirely in blood-red armor, at least five meters tall. If one didn’t look carefully, it could be mistaken for a steel mech suit.

"What business do you have, swine?" From within the blood-red armor came a cold and fiercely hostile voice.

The crocodile-headed Demon quickly lowered his head and replied obsequiously, "I-I’m not a swine... Lord, I’m the patrol captain of the outer circle. A visitor arrived claiming to be a Cidi Devotee, and he carries the scent of the Cidi Legion of Hell."

After the crocodile-headed Demon’s introduction, the helmet of the blood-red towering armor shifted slightly, casting a heavy gaze onto Antikythera.

"A human Restless Soul? No... you are..."

Seeing this, Antikythera immediately placed his right hand over his heart and bowed deeply. "My mighty and majestic Demon Your Excellency, I am a devout Cidi Devotee. I represent the purest Cidi sect in the human world, here to negotiate a cooperation deal with the great Demon Lord ’Shava.’"

"Claiming to be the purest Cidi sect in the human world... hahahaha," the blood-red towering armor laughed mockingly. "The purest in the human world? That’s all you’ve got. Let me tell you, the truly purest Cidi sect is nothing like you! Go back and tell your master, when you’ve wiped out that bunch of succubi, then maybe you can claim purity."

Antikythera frowned.

Was this a dismissal?

That wouldn’t do.

He had come today, even if he died here, to complete the mission Ashu gave him.

"Please take me to see the great Demon Lord ’Shava.’ I believe he will be pleased when he hears my proposal. There will be rewards for you as well," Antikythera insisted.

Immediately, the atmosphere shifted.

The gaze from the blood-red towering armor turned deadly.

"I said, get lost. Don’t you understand?"

"If..." Antikythera lifted his head and through the mask, locked eyes with his opponent, "I won’t?"

"Then die! Die!!"

The blood-red towering armor was decisive. From behind, it pulled out a huge iron hammer. Though bulky in appearance, its speed was not slow at all.

With a thunderous crash, the massive iron hammer slammed into the ground.

Antikythera was incredibly fast and easily dodged, but the crocodile-headed Demon wasn’t so lucky—he was smashed on the spot, turned into crocodile crackers.

Antikythera mourned the crocodile-headed Demon for 0.0001 seconds. Then, with a leap, he entered stealth midair.

The blood-red towering armor immediately lost its target.

"Damn little pest, fine! If you can beat me, I’ll take you to meet Lord ’Shava’!"

"Deal."

Antikythera knew full well this was a common trick, an attempt to locate the Assassin by sound.

But as a Shadowkill Master, he already had ways to avoid it. The voice he replied with came from all directions at once.

This left the blood-red towering armor completely clueless.

"Damn it!"

"In that case!"

The blood-red towering armor tore off its helmet, revealing a bear-like head.

"I, Bloodbell, in my name, command Thunderbolt!"

Boom!

With Bloodbell’s roar, blood-red lightning suddenly crackled all around. The lightning spread like a net, saturating every corner of the surrounding space.

He couldn’t see Antikythera’s figure, but with this wide-range attack, no Assassin could escape.

However—

From an imperceptible angle, time seemed to slow for the stealthy Antikythera.

His small, agile body slipped through gaps between the lightning like an eel. As long as there was a gap as big as his head, the lightning couldn’t trap him.

Within moments, relying on this skill and daring, he reached behind Bloodbell.

Then he flipped and leapt onto his shoulder. His hands, holding worn daggers, like saws, stabbed into Bloodbell’s neck from both sides.

"Ah—!!"

"Roar—!!"

With Bloodbell’s howl, the blood-red Thunderbolt instantly ceased, and his massive form collapsed forward with a thud like a mountain falling.

Boom—

Antikythera stood on Bloodbell’s backplate, calmly awaiting judgment.

He didn’t deliver a killing blow. This bear Demon was tough and thick-skinned; with just his daggers, this one strike wasn’t enough to kill him.

"Phew, damn it, you win. Damn human, get off my back."

"Heh."

Antikythera sneered coldly, drew his daggers, and leapt ten meters away.

Bloodbell clutched his neck and stood up, glaring at the battered daggers. "You damned pauper, your Cidi God didn’t even grant you a decent pair of weapons? You stabbed me so hard it hurts!"

Antikythera couldn’t help but chuckle. These worn daggers were battle-scarred from his fight with Ashu.

Lately, he had been busy dealing with weaker foes and gathering intelligence, with no real fights, so he hadn’t changed his weapons.

That was exactly why his worn daggers were now like tricorne military stilettoes.

"Take me to see the great Demon Lord ’Shava.’ If he’s in a good mood, maybe he’ll gift me a pair."

"Hmph, keep dreaming. Keep up with me!"

Bloodbell clutched his neck and leapt quickly deeper into the camp.

Soon,

the two arrived in front of a rather primitive camp.

This camp—even the outskirts—had brick and tile houses, but at the center, it was like a rough bandit hideout.

As soon as Bloodbell reached the gate, he knelt down on his short, thick legs. "Lord ’Shava,’ a Cidi Devotee requests an audience."

Being personally brought by an inner-circle guard meant he had passed the screening.

The bored and irritable great Demon ’Shava’ then appeared.

Antikythera looked over and saw a Demon with the head of a ram and a human body, his skin blood-red.

His sideways eyes, simply staring calmly, sent chills down one’s spine.

As a Cidi Devotee, Antikythera had already accumulated a fair amount of Cidi Evil Power in his body, but compared to the evil aura of this Demon, he was still far, far too weak.

"Snap—"

Suddenly,

the ram-headed Shava teleported in front of Bloodbell and, with a single kick, sent the bulky Bloodbell flying over a hundred meters.

"You useless bear! Didn’t you notice the ’Death’ aura on this human?!" Shava scolded sharply.

Bloodbell crashed into a mountain rock a hundred meters away, coughing up black blood, unable to reply.

At this moment,

Shava strolled over to Antikythera and appraised the human from head to toe, the cruelty in his sideways eyes full of mockery.

"Tell me, what is your relationship with the Death Devotee?" Shava said, seeing through Antikythera’s origins at a glance.

Antikythera did not dare to be negligent and answered, "Our Bishop knows the Death Devotee. It was through his methods that I was sent to the Netherrealm to negotiate with you."

"So that’s how it is..." Shava eyed Antikythera with suspicion. "First, tell me your purpose. Then I’ll consider how to deal with you."

Demons were greedy; he wanted to extract more information.

But Antikythera sighed with relief. He no longer cared about his own life; as long as he conveyed the cooperation, his mission would be complete.