Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 761 Ten Thousand Feet
The battlefield of the Ten Lower-Rank Demon Kings, originally the agreed-upon arena location, has become a peaceful gathering point for the demons.

Demons come and go, but some demons remain here.

Even among demons, there are those who possess reason.

Examples include the blasphemous grimoire whose head is made of flesh and blood, the four-faced duke who commands a vast army, and the evil saint of the Sanctuary of Despair.

After fighting for hundreds of lower-level demigods, the various sides finally stopped fighting temporarily.

More and more teams are returning to the arena.

The demons who had been staying there welcomed them warmly.

A team led by a holy sword angel has arrived here.

Apart from the Holy Sword Angel, the rest of the monsters in the party are low-level monsters who have accidentally ascended to demigod status. Although they are like gods and saints in front of ordinary demons, they are always inferior to demons in front of the Demon Prison Angels or the sons of lords.

The Holy Sword Angel was completely encased in bright silver armor, with wings made of dense longswords on its back and two semi-divine longswords tucked into its waist.

Some lower-ranking demigods looked at the holy sword angel with suspicion.

His aura is closer to that of a newly promoted demigod than a lower-level demigod.

However, it has a strong demonic feel to it, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a lower-level demigod.

Most importantly, over two hundred blood moons hang above the head of this holy sword angel.

It is currently the highest among all lower-level demigods.

One after another, demigods walked over and got to know him.

The demons then learned that his name was Demogorgon, which in the demon language meant "demon king" or "demon god," and was not uncommon.

But no one knew of such a powerful demon before.

However, no one paid much attention, because the eighteen levels of the Demon Prison are equivalent to eighteen worlds, and powerful demigods who have been cultivating in seclusion often emerge from there.

Many of the members behind him were known to the demigods; they were not of strong bloodlines but were able to advance to demigod status, and all had legendary experiences.

Since these demigods all acknowledge Demogorgon as their captain, there's no need to doubt anything.

This Demogorgon was very low-key and didn't stand out from the other groups in the gathering place.

The land of demons is never peaceful.

Suddenly, several shouts and curses rang out at night.

"Demon Angel, mind your place! No one can be arrogant in front of a lord's son, not even you!"

"Even as the son of a lord, you cannot steal my team members."

"This is not robbery, it is a legitimate invitation."

"Then why didn't you invite me to my face..."

Upon closer inspection, the other demigods saw a demonic insect general exchanging insults with a flesh angel, and they immediately understood.

If the current situation continues to develop, it's impossible for the demons present not to vie for the new emperor.

There are only two paths: either everyone holds their noses and fights it out, or you eventually carve out your own path based on your strength.

No matter which path you take, the more people you have under your command, the greater your chances of winning.

As a result, various factions began recruiting members.

The flesh-and-blood angel team was clearly weaker than the lord's son team, so it's normal for their members to be recruited.

Soon, the two sides started hurling insults at each other. What sounded offensive to humans was just trash talk to the demons, and no one was really angry.

"I really want to tear off your wings, skewer them, and grill them..."

The demon general was still cursing the flesh angel when the holy sword angel Demogorgon approached with his men.

"Take back your insults to the entire race of Demon Angels, you lowly insect."

The Holy Sword Angel drew his sword and pointed it at the Demon Insect General. The Demon Insect General was a higher form of the Giant Insect Knight after his advancement. His lower body was a black, centipede-like giant insect, resembling both a centipede and a giant shrimp. His entire body was covered in armor, and he was fifty or sixty meters long.

Above the insect's body is a humanoid upper body covered in black armor. The difference is that the entire head is made up of insect compound eyes, somewhat like magnified fly eyes.

Like the giant insect knight, he wields a huge knight's lance.

"What did you say?" The demon insect general was furious; the demon insect race hated such contemptuous address the most.

“I’ll make you apologize, you bug,” Demogorgon said coldly.

The demigods from all sides smiled and looked at the two of them. Life in the settlement was a bit boring, and they relied on the hatred between other demons to relieve their boredom.

It seems that today is a battle between the angel race and the demon insect race.

Some demonic angels and some demonic insects approached one after another.

"Damn birdman..." The demonic insect general roared in fury, raising his great knight's lance and charging forward.

The Holy Sword Angel drew his twin swords and charged forward.

Both sides accelerated to nearly Mach 30 in an instant, causing the surrounding air to vibrate and creating a dense shockwave.

The Sword of Innocence glanced at the Holy Sword Angel and sighed inwardly, "What a fine sword! I wish it were mine. I just wonder how skilled the Holy Sword Angel is..."

The other demigods were all watching from the sidelines. Such battles between demons were too common. As expected, the outcome would be the same as before: the two sides would fight for a while, and then the powerful figures from all sides would come to mediate and prevent excessive killing.

After all, the lords had given instructions before we came in.

As the two demigods drew near, the Demon Insect General thrust out his lance, creating a dense array of white shockwaves around the lance.

Demogorgon sidestepped the lance thrusting towards him, then swung his sword with his left hand, the tip slicing horizontally to sever the lance's power and the white shock ring.

Then, he jumped into the air, approached the Demon Insect General, and swung his right sword to slash at him.

"Humph!"

The Demon Insect General snorted coldly and quickly withdrew his spear with his right hand, but the opponent was too fast to defend, so he could only block with his left hand.

He slapped his left hand forward, and his entire palm exploded, with hundreds and thousands of insect legs twisting and blooming like flowers, transforming into a dark cloud that slammed towards Demogorgon.

After unleashing a barrage of insect legs, the Demon Insect General began to consider his next move.

Based on normal combat experience, the opponent would never dare to confront his "thousands of limbs" head-on; this was a powerful force of the demonic insect race. Therefore, he should withdraw his spear and sweep it away...

"Ok?"

The Demon Insect General was initially looking at the Knight's Lance, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw Demogorgon's longsword slicing through the dark clouds of thousands of limbs, and the longsword exuded an aura that did not belong to demons.

It seemed to carry a faint scent of starlight.

"broken……"

The Demon Insect General immediately realized that the opponent was very strong, and hurriedly looked at his captain, the son of the eleventh level lord of Hell, the Ten Thousand Feet Face.

"Your Highness..."

The face with ten thousand legs resembled that of the Demon Insect General, but they were different.

Its appearance is more like a giant wolf that is forty or fifty meters long, except that the wolf's legs are densely packed, like the legs of a giant shrimp.

The enormous wolf head twisted and stood upright like a chimney, covered with hundreds of gray-white faces, half-demon and half-human, densely packed and distorted.

The ten-thousand-footed face simply watched quietly, seemingly indifferent.

But all his gray faces and pale eyes were fixed on Demogorgon.

He was so aloof and arrogant.

As the child of the Lord of the Winding Paths, he does not need to speak, and even the high-ranking race of the Demon Prison Angels should not defy his will.

The Lord of the Winding Path is not an ordinary Demon Prison Lord, but one of the most powerful lords. Legend has it that his true form is in the starry sky, and the Demon Prison is merely an avatar.

(End of this chapter)