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Chapter 122: Buddy, How Old Are You?

Chapter 122: Chapter 122: Buddy, How Old Are You?

"Buddy." Ashu descended to a certain height and patted Bloodbell on the shoulder. "How old are you?"

"Me? I’ve lived about a hundred years or so." Bloodbell looked a little puzzled—why ask that all of a sudden?

"But your fighting still looks like that of a fiery young buck."

"Of course! For a Demon like me, a hundred years is just hitting our prime."

Ashu nodded. He had a rough idea now.

Right then and there, he activated Forbidden Sacrifice on Bloodbell. No choice—someone had to be sacrificed in a situation like this. Better him than me. Naturally, using a Demon as the offering was the ideal route.

A terrifying transformation began to unfold on Bloodbell.

His body first began to swell, until it burst through his blood-red armor. Then those domineering, muscular bulges—so full of vitality—started to resemble the gnarled roots of an ancient tree: hard, dense, but gradually aging.

A strand of white hair grew from the top of his head, and it continued to spread backward, until a long white stripe ran all the way down his broad back.

This was the price to be paid for an emergency sacrifice.

But in exchange for that price, Bloodbell would receive a commensurate level of power.

His height surged to fifteen meters. Veins bulged under his skin like steel pipes, and with every thunderous beat of his engine-like heart, those veins pulsed in rhythm.

His teeth turned pitch-black, elongated, and curved—not bear-like anymore, but more like the fangs of some twisted abomination.

A bear’s claws were always essential in combat, and now his already-sharp talons mutated and extended further, resembling five jet-black scimitars.

At the same time, the demonic power within him multiplied exponentially. With a single thought, the battle axe in his hand absorbed the surrounding Magical Essence. After being converted by Demon power, it transformed into a massive twenty-meter-tall battle blade. Abyssal runes emerged on its surface, each one shaped like an open eye.

In this very moment—

The pressure radiating from his body was even more overwhelming than that of the great Demon Shava!

This was considered completely rebellious, disrespectful, and even enough to cause unrest among the troops within the Demon army.

But fortunately, at this moment, Bloodbell had no intention of fighting for power. Under the influence of Forbidden Sacrifice, he clearly felt that his remaining lifespan was almost gone. Even if he managed to seize that position, it would no longer mean anything.

He was not the type of Demon who "enjoyed" living for indulgence; he was a bloodthirsty Demon.

To pursue oneself in life—or rather, in the final moments of a Demonic existence—was precisely to charge headfirst into the battlefield before him. That was the most fitting.

He stirred the raging power coursing through his bloodline and let out a deafening roar.

"Arooo—!!!"

With his release, the Demon power emanating from his body formed a black vortex, grinding the nearby rubble into dust. This scene was deeply intimidating across the area.

All living beings around froze on the spot, not daring to make a reckless move. Even the great Demon Shava was no exception!

"Charge with me!"

Bloodbell did not attack Ashu, nor did he attack Shava. He only raised his giant battle blade with his right hand and commanded the Demon army within Rose Valley town to charge against the vast army marching toward the Imperial Capital.

Fewer than three hundred versus ten thousand!

The difference in numbers was like a lone boat amidst a raging storm.

The Demon army appeared incredibly weak.

Very soon,

The two armies collided.

At this moment, just from his aura alone, Bloodbell was no weaker than the Sword King.

Among the Imperial Capital’s troops, there was also a formidable warrior like this.

But Bloodbell was charging at the very front, while that human hid deep within the ranks.

Therefore, with just a single glance, Bloodbell appeared like a demon lord descended from the heavens—a true celestial warrior of the mortal world.

He swung his giant battle blade with a low roar, like the roar of a primordial beast, the sound waves distorting the air around him.

The battle blade almost crushed the space itself, instantly cleaving thirty heavy cavalry—both horse and rider—in half. Those halves were then pulverized into a bloody pulp mid-air by the residual force. The splattered blood flew like bullets, thudding onto the ground and creating a pool of blood that stained the flower fields even redder.

Immediately after, he swung his left hand, and his jet-black claw released several beams of magical light, powerfully striking toward a group of Light Mages.

The Light Mages hurriedly raised their Magical Essence shields, but Bloodbell was no longer a mere Grand Archmage level—he had already transcended!

"Crack—"

The Magical Essence shields shattered on impact, and the Light Mages fell dead instantly.

...

Ashu stood atop the city gate tower, watching the battlefield from afar.

He had sacrificed Bloodbell’s entire remaining lifespan all at once—once the effect of Forbidden Sacrifice faded, Bloodbell would be on the verge of death.

Because of this, Bloodbell was now incredibly powerful—stronger than anyone had imagined.

To fulfill the final value of his ’Demonic life,’ he fought with reckless abandon.

At the same time,

It was precisely because of his desperate slaughter that, while taking lives, he also brewed greater fear among the crowd.

Life and fear—these two things were exactly the ’food’ that the great Demon Shava thrived on!

After tasting enough intense fear and consuming enough lives, the weakened Shava could quickly recover—he could even return to his peak!

Ashu had not considered this when using Forbidden Sacrifice on Bloodbell; he only wanted to boost the Demon army’s combat power.

Unexpectedly, it was a lucky accident—killing two birds with one stone.

That way, once Bloodbell’s skill effect ended and he died, Shava could take over, thus maintaining the high-level combat strength of the Demon army.

Ashu casually glanced at Shava’s condition, then began to assess himself.

As a human possessing the authority Dread of the Abyss, he naturally absorbed the fear born from the ten-thousand-strong army. So right now, to put it crudely, he felt—overwhelmed.

He desperately wanted to release this power.

Like having taken an aphrodisiac but unable to find a woman.

At this moment,

A fighting spirit gradually ignited in Shava’s goat-like sideways eyes. Bloodbell’s fierce battle had also rekindled this great Demon’s fighting blood.

"Death Devotee, let’s join in as well. My strength has already recovered quite a bit."

"Makes sense. Then I’ll send you in."

Though Shava still looked skinny at this moment, within the vision of Reaper’s Eye, his life signs had already risen to the mid-Grand Archmage equivalent level—obviously, he had absorbed a massive amount of life and fear.

Since that was the case, and he actively requested to go forward, Ashu did not hesitate.

The other side did not know who the true leader of the Demon army really was.

Right now, Bloodbell was more powerful, and Shava was gaunt and ragged-looking. Besides, in their eyes, the great Demon Shava had already perished alongside Sword King Lawrence.

So there was no need to worry about Shava’s safety.

As a Demon—not a hero—since he spoke up to fight on the front line, it meant he was confident.

Therefore,

Ashu grabbed the skinny Shava with one hand, summoned all his strength, and hurled him out.

This throw unleashed all the pent-up power inside him.

In an instant, the hurled Shava broke the sound barrier, with several sonic booms erupting in succession. If one wasn’t paying close attention, they might have thought Ashu had unleashed some kind of Magic.

Shava’s goat-like face was distorted by the extreme wind, his lips flapping and teeth exposed.

Those golden sideways goat eyes were filled with madness and bloodlust. Riding the momentum of Ashu’s throw, he surged toward the densest cluster of soldiers.

"Boom—"

He struck with the force of a tiger entering a flock of sheep.

"Keep going! Kill more!" Shava called out excitedly, his shoulders draped with multicolored guts.

For a Demon who fed on life and fear, this was nothing short of an all-you-can-eat buffet.

All it took was betting the life of one inner circle patrol member for endless self-service.

"Let fear and blood fill this land!" Shava’s distinctive voice echoed into the ears of every Demon.

They immediately attacked with even more frenzy.

Especially Bloodbell.

The way the great Demon Shava ruled was never by gracious hospitality winning hearts and minds, but through violence and oppressive power.

Since Bloodbell joined Shava’s faction, not a single day had passed without Shava’s criticism. When he was a low-level soldier, he barely had the qualification to speak to Shava alone, but often he and his comrades endured Shava’s collective scolding and punishment.

When he was lucky enough to be promoted to one of the four elite inner-circle patrolmen, he finally earned the right to talk with Shava privately. Yet Shava never rewarded him with anything; on the contrary, if Bloodbell made even a small mistake, the punishment would be doubled!

Elsewhere, higher status means more tolerance for mistakes, but under Shava, the higher your status, the less you could afford to err.

Bloodbell clearly remembered every punishment he had suffered.

But — what he thought about was not when to take revenge on Shava; instead, after hearing Shava’s morale-boosting speech, his hands and feet grew even busier, like a tail-wagging, begging puppy, desperately doing whatever his master desired.

It was as if... he was serving a stern father figure.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Awooo—!" Under Shava’s encouragement, Bloodbell unleashed his full power with a blood-red Thunderbolt. Before, this blood-red Thunderbolt could be dodged even by Antikythera, but now, it was like a living hell on earth, indiscriminately sweeping every living creature within a 500-meter radius.

Even dozens of Demons who failed to dodge got caught up in it.

But he didn’t care at all; instead, he commanded the blood-red Thunderbolt, shouting loudly, "Kill all these human scum, for Shava!"

In a corner piled with corpses, Shava heard this and revealed two rows of neat teeth.

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