“Father, you’re here.”
The child, with a sinister smile on his face, bowed with one arm resting on his chest. He exuded a strange elegance.
The skull on the wall, witnessing this, flickered its hellfire eyes, and a dull voice called out.
“Indis?”
“Yes, father!”
The child’s lips curled upwards, and his emerald-green eyes turned a shade of yellow, just a shade less intense than gold.
These yellow-eyed demons were not only a symbol of strength but also the symbol of the Hell Princes. Each of them was an offspring of the Seven Kings of Hell and a human.
Because they had human blood, they could still exert power at the Seventh Tier even in the mortal world, and as time passed, they could even ascend to divinity again in the human realm!
The skull on the wall, looking at its newly awakened child, shot two streams of hellfire from its eyes.
“Very good, Indis, you truly are my heir!
Now I need you to go to Rome and enter the Vatican. There is my pawn, Balban. I need you to cooperate with him and wait for the opportunity to destroy the Book of Contracts, thus initiating our counterattack from Hell!”
After receiving the power bestowed by his father, Indis’s strength instantly recovered to the Seventh Tier.
After feeling his current power, Indis knelt on one knee and lowered his head in respect.
“Yes, Father, I will complete this arduous task!”
“Go, child, I believe in you.”
A slightly kind voice came from the skull. Although he was the King of Hell, in terms of the number of children, he didn’t have as many as a mortal emperor!
So, towards his own children, even Satan would rarely show a kind side. He could even bear the anger of a child who denied him and bestow power upon him, let alone this obedient one in front of him.
Having received his father’s approval, Indis was filled with confidence. His clothes behind him burst open, revealing a pair of red wings like those of a dragon.
“I’m leaving, father, wait for my good news in Hell!”
With these words, the wings behind Indis fluttered, and his figure instantly disappeared from the spot, moving at a speed that was simply impossible to catch with the naked eye.
The gloomy man only felt that in the blink of an eye, the boy next to him had disappeared. He had no idea about the conversation between Indis and Satan.
In his eyes, only a moment had passed!
Although the boy had disappeared, the joy of soon becoming a demon suppressed his curiosity, preventing him from caring where the other party went.
After arranging Indis, the skull on the wall turned its gaze towards the apostle in front of him.
“Child, you have sacrificed yourself to me this time, what do you want to obtain?”
A deep, resonant voice whispered in his ear. The gloomy man, without thinking, knelt down and licked his lips.
“Great Hell Demon, World Lord! Please grant me the power of a demon, I want to embrace your embrace!”
The skull possessed by Satan looked directly at the apostle in front of him, confirming that he was not a spy sent by the Holy See, before solemnly saying.
“Child, I have heard your call and recognized your intentions. From this moment forward, embrace anger and embrace the embrace of Hell!”
The hellfire shot out from the skull’s eyes, directly entering the gloomy man’s body.
The crimson hellfire with the smell of sulfur burned his body. The clothes covering his body turned to ashes, the flesh on his body began to turn red, black horns grew on his forehead, a red demon tail grew from his tailbone, and red demonic wings grew behind his back.
In just a few breaths, the gloomy man turned into a low-level demon soldier. His body was still his original height of about 1.7 meters, but his form had changed into a demonic appearance.
However, the power within his body was real and solid, a Third Tier. This was the power of a half-demon after being transformed.
These half-demons have human blood in their bodies, so the rules of the mortal world do not bind them. They can perfectly display their power in the mortal world depending on how strong they become after being transformed.
The same applies to angels, but those cosmic entities are different. Those creatures directly act on the bloodline and soul, and they will have their powers suppressed as long as they have not reached the rank of Third Tier Divinity.
But after reaching Third Tier Divinity, they cannot descend into the first layer of the world in their true form or as an avatar, so the organization that knows about these cosmic entities can be so arrogant!
But in the future Age of God, this rule will be broken.
Those entities above Third Tier Divinity will also be able to project their true divine avatars into the first layer of the world. At that time, the life forms of the first layer of the world will once again fall into the era of being enslaved by the gods.
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Time went back to when Moro entered the dilapidated slaughterhouse.
Upon entering the slaughterhouse, Moro smelled a particularly strong stench of blood, mixed with a sulfurous stench from hell.
After smelling the mixture of these two scents, Moro was certain that a demon had descended into the mortal world. Otherwise, that sulfurous smell wouldn’t be the smell of volcanic lava at all.
After confirming that there were demons present, Moro remained cautious and did not go directly to where the smell was coming from. Instead, he used his soul perception ability to investigate the situation in that room.
At this time, in the room where Satan had descended, the gloomy man, transformed into a demon, was happily devouring the headless corpses of the young men he had killed.
However, this sickening scene did not affect Moro. Instead, it made him relieved.
The demon devouring corpses looked to be about Third Tier, which was simply a piece of cake for him now. A simple intermediate-level water magic could take it out.
He was afraid that there was something like one of the Seventy-Two Pillars of Demon or a Hell Demon, summoned into the mortal world by that human.
After carefully checking several times with his soul perception ability, Moro was finally sure that there was no such existence in that room. It was the skull sculpture hanging on the wall that gave him a sense of familiarity!
But after confirming that there was nothing he couldn’t deal with right now, Moro’s courage grew much greater. He retracted his soul perception ability, which had been spread out, and walked towards the underground room.
He entered the dimly lit basement.
Looking at the wooden walls in front of him, stained red by the blood of countless people, Moro felt a tinge of pity.
“Tsk tsk tsk, how many virgin sluts must have died here! This bastard is truly a disgrace to humanity!”
Muttering a silent lament, Moro walked towards the room where the crunching sound of chewing was coming from.
This eerie atmosphere, coupled with the strange chewing sound, would make any ordinary demon hunter run away in fear!
Standing in front of the door, confirming that this was the room, Moro preemptively pulled out a pair of gold Desert Eagles. His longsword was broken, so he could only be a “gun god” for now!
Activating the spiritual energy in his body and infusing water magic into the pair of pistols, Moro was ready. He kicked open the door and saw the demon devouring corpses, quickly emptying his magazines.
Dozens of water magic bullets flew into the half-demon’s body, making a watery sound.
In an instant, the fire-attribute power within the demon was suppressed by water magic. The blood bar above his head also decreased by a large amount with a series of -300s!
The half-demon’s recovery ability was completely suppressed. The pain in his body continuously stimulated his nerves, causing him to drop the thigh he was holding in his hand onto the floor.
His crimson eyes stared straight at Moro, the one who had harmed him.
“Damn crawler! Filthy human! You dare to hurt the great demon!”
At this moment, the gloomy man, transformed into a demon, had forgotten that he was once a human. Or rather, he never considered himself to be a human in the first place.
Looking at the half-demon barking like a dog, this familiar scene reminded Moro of a type of person on the internet in his first life. They had many names, such as “dog-loving foreigner,” “banana people,” “big colonized son,” and so on.
Moro looked down upon these kinds of people. They no longer had the dignity of being human and were only fit to kneel and be dogs.
So, of course, Moro would hit them with a heavy fist!
“What are you barking about? What are you barking about? You’re a human trafficker, what are you barking about here!
A lowly piece of trash like you can only kneel for your entire life, even as a demon, you’re the most lowly kind. You’ll stay like this for your entire life!
I’d rather physically liberate you today!”
As he spoke, Moro raised his twin pistols, which had been secretly charged with water magic, and with two bangs, shot out two water dragons wrapped around bullets.
The water dragons appeared suddenly, and the unprepared half-demon was directly pierced through the chest!
Two large -800s flashed over his head. His blood bar, which had already been down to 1700, was directly reduced to a sliver.
Looking at Moro’s sudden attack, the half-demon was stunned, covering his wounds. When he was still a human, he had never seen such a dog of a person!
Why did he encounter such a freak on the day he just turned into a demon? He was a freak who would attack him, a newly transformed demon, without a word!
“Fuck, you, you’re so shameless! You’re more shameless than a demon!”
The half-demon, with two transparent holes shot through his chest, couldn’t help but curse himself out in his anger.
The half-demon had never felt so humiliated before. Even when he was still a human and was on the run in Texas because he had sacrificed a rich kid and was wanted by the police, he hadn’t been as miserable as today!
“Heh heh, I can’t compare to you in shamelessness. After all, you threw away your face to get a chance to be a demon. I don’t have your shamelessness.
And you, this half-demon, are truly trash. With this kind of strength, you still come out to flaunt yourself? I feel sorry for your dead mother.
To think she spent nine months carrying you, and gave birth to such trash!”
Moro’s lips curled into a smirk, his eyes filled with disdain, as he said with utter contempt.
Words with this kind of full-throttle mocking power were not something a half-demon with a fragile heart could listen to.
Sure enough, Moro’s words, falling into the half-demon’s ears, were like the last straw that broke the camel’s back, causing the half-demon to spit out a mouthful of blood.
With this mouthful of blood spit out, a -200 red prompt flashed over the half-demon’s head.
Moro looked at this dramatic scene, and couldn’t help but think of the little succubus from a while back.
“This shouldn’t be the case. Are my words really that poisonous? But isn’t this common internet slang in China?
These guys are really too weak. They can’t take any verbal abuse!
And their vocabulary for insults is too limited, only those few irrelevant words.”
Thinking about this, Moro shook his head. Arguing with these guys was simply insulting his expertise!
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