Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 120: Whisper of the Goddess's Corrosion

In the hall, which was built after the dwarves who were best at building grand structures, the black aura unique to the demon race was so thick that it almost became tangible, and the surrounding air also settled like a substance.

The candlelight illuminated the huge throne, where a thin figure was sitting quietly.

The being who was once called Eric was sitting quietly.

It seemed like there was no movement, but the demons below didn't even dare to breathe.

The other side's methods are even more brutal than their own demons, especially when dealing with their own demons. The number of demons killed during this period is not thousands, but hundreds, almost catching up with the number of demons who died in the previous war.

It's really brutal.

Some demons have already privately called him the tyrannical Demon King Asmodeus.

At this moment, Eric was surrounded by an ominous black aura.

This aura was not released by him on his own initiative, but was like a bleeding wound, with blood flowing down unstoppable.

The throne and even the surrounding space were dyed a deep black.

The other person's face had not changed at all. Unlike his old friend, thirty years had not brought any changes to him.

Perhaps from the moment Eric was eroded, his life had been frozen here, along with his lifespan.

But the price is extremely heavy.

The eye sockets sunken, and the whites of the eyes turned pure black, but it was not completely black. Instead, there was a little, extremely faint brightness left, which was Eric's last and most stubborn resistance.

"Eric, why haven't you given up yet? No one is coming to save you!"

A seemingly gentle female voice, mixed with sticky malice and sound, like a bewitching whisper, sounded directly in the depths of Eric's already broken soul.

That is the power of erosion, an extension of the Goddess's will.

Lord had heard such whispers before.

But the moment he heard it, he completely abandoned his eroded body.

But Eric couldn't do that.

From initially thinking it was an illusion, to finally getting deeper and deeper into it, by the time I realized it, it was already too late.

With the last bit of clarity in his mind, Eric said goodbye to his best friend without saying goodbye, and then, amidst the whispers, he began his journey to become the king of the demon clan.

The idea behind Goddess Remnant Erosion is simple.

Eric's body was too weak, and even if she took full possession, she would not be able to become the goddess of fertility again.

In this case, let him first gather all the demons in the continent, become the king of these demons, and accept their faith.

Then, with the help of this power, this body will have the strength to fight against the gods.

In this way, he could get revenge.

Revenge on the man who killed him and ruined all his plans.

However, he underestimated Eric's mental strength.

Even after so much time, the other party still hasn't surrendered to me and is still resisting.

This will drove it crazy.

Let it erode the other side all the time, trying to completely wipe out the last Eric.

"Look at the power within you, and then look at these demons who submit to you. What else are you dissatisfied with? Why do you cling to that point of meaningless persistence?"

"Shut up!"

Eric roared, his fingers on the throne tightening unconsciously. The throne, made of hard metal, groaned under the weight, and a surge of violent dark energy erupted uncontrollably from his body, instantly engulfing the entire hall.

Some low-level demons in the hall spat out blood, and this power even spread to the outside of the hall, instantly crushing some monsters into powder without even having time to scream.

Seeing that Eric had killed many of his former favorites, Seductive Whisper seemed a little exasperated.

"Hahaha, is this proof of your resistance? So what? Even if you kill all the demons, it will be useless!"

A violent soul-tearing feeling followed, nearly causing Eric to faint. He leaned over and let out a suppressed gasp of pain.

The goddess's laughter was instantly filled with joy.

"Look, your resistance is ridiculous. Every pain your body endures is controlled by me. You can't even decide your life or death. Eric, my dear vessel, you no longer belong to yourself."

"I won't give in!!"

Eric struggled to squeeze out a sentence, but every word brought on a more violent retaliation from the other party, making the pain in his body even more severe.

The clear light in his eyes flickered violently in the darkness, as if it would go out in the next second.

At this time, Eric once again remembered the days when he and his friends had adventures together, and also thought of Lord.

The hope that Lord would come and redeem him was the only hope that kept his remaining consciousness from being completely devoured.

Even if he dies, he will take the other person with him to be buried with him!
"Lord? That damn guy!?" As if sensing Eric's inner thoughts, the goddess' words of erosion suddenly became sharp and full of malice.

"He died a long time ago! Died in my divine storm. Your wish is doomed to fail. Give up! My dear Eric, you are the true master. You can do better than that guy and enjoy more honor!"

"Hahaha!" Eric covered his face and laughed wildly, as if only this could make his body less painful.

"What are you laughing at?" Erosion's whisper was full of confusion.

"Lord won't die!" Eric's voice was weak but firm. "He will know everything about today and bring Orger to you and me. He will kill you, the damned god, once again. This time, there will be no chance of a comeback!"

Eric believed that the man would work a miracle.

Just as the other party often says.

People who believe in miracles are remarkable in themselves.

"Stupid! Stubborn!" The inner demon roared angrily, once again bestowing extreme pain on this stubborn soul.

Eric felt as if his soul was being slowly cut by countless blunt knives, and his body was shaking violently with pain.

After taking a long breath, that little bit of clarity finally gathered again.

Resistance only brings deeper pain and faster erosion. Every awakening means the next sinking will be deeper.

At this moment, Eric just felt so tired, as if his consciousness had sunk into the lake and was slowly drowning without being able to offer any resistance.

He didn't know how much longer he could hold on.

Fatigue came over him, so heavy that he didn't even have the strength to lift a finger.

"Lord..." He summoned the name with his last bit of strength, his tone filled with pleading, "Where are you? I'm running out of time! Come and end this!"

After everything was said, the clarity that Eric had struggled to maintain in his eyes was once again completely swallowed up by darkness.

The figure on the throne became stiff and cold again, acting under the goddess's corrosive will.

Only the magical impact that the other party had once unleashed was silent proof.

A soul named Eric is looking forward to the arrival of someone to bring him ultimate salvation and destruction.

(End of this chapter)