People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

【Ding! 】

Side Quest: The Priestess of the Dark Forest: Completed

[Mission Reward: 2000 points, Bloodline Awakening Level: 2%]

Current points: 7000

[Demon Bloodline Awakening Level: 5%]

A notification sounded in his mind, confirming that Yutun was completely dead, before Suren stood up.

With the current increase in bloodline awakening, apart from a few more gray hairs, there are no significant changes in the body.

Perhaps a real qualitative change will only occur when it accumulates to a certain extent.

He raised his hand to look at the dark purple magical arms attached to his arms, and clenched his fist in satisfaction.

This was an inspiration he stumbled upon while dealing with the three-fingered monster, and it was a technique he further developed and perfected during the recent battle.

When excess magic converges in the arms, the overflowing energy can be drawn out of the body and manifest as additional limbs.

These ghostly hands can not only perfectly attach to the main body, increasing damage.

What's even more domineering is that it's constructed from pure magic, allowing Suren to directly touch and harm those ethereal spirits.

It can also float to the side and act as an independent limb for defense or attack.

However, this method of using magic also has obvious drawbacks—

When the magic power gathered in the arms becomes too great, the magic power dispersed in other parts of the body for defense will decrease.

Perhaps when their bloodline awakens further and their magic power is abundant enough in the future,

This outward-radiating magic might be able to cover the entire body, forming an indestructible demon armor.

Suren composed himself, kicked the motionless corpse of Yutun at his feet, and sighed.

After the demon died, it did not transform into a glowing magical artifact as expected.

"Still too weak."

Those who can meet the conditions for converting into magical artifacts are generally demon lords or special high-ranking demons.

They also need to voluntarily submit or be subdued.

And Yutuun...

It sounds impressive, like the son of the evil god Loki, but he's actually just a mid-level demon with a serious imbalance in his abilities.

With a thought, Suren threw the corpse into Silent Hill.

……

In Alessa's otherworld, ashes fell from the sky.

Now, in addition to the original Misty Hill, a new resort town has appeared on the edge of Silent Hill.

Aresa sat atop the newly incorporated town, chin in hand, watching with utter boredom the humans below fleeing in terror from the monsters.

These humans were toys that Suren had specially left for her; she had to carefully control her strength and play with them slowly.

If we kill it too quickly like before, the following days will be boring for a long time.

Suddenly, she noticed that Suren had thrown something into Silent Hill again.

Aresa's figure gradually faded into the mist.

When she reappeared, she was already standing in front of Yutun's corpse.

This is Su Lun's exclusive storage area.

Although the other party could escalate their control over her at any time to restrict her access to the area, Suren did not do so.

She still has complete control over the daily operation of the entire inner world.

Aresa examined the newly appeared corpse.

The mental fluctuations emanating from the corpse captivated her.

She could sense that if she ate this, it would greatly help improve her strength, and she could also provide more assistance to Suren.

The little girl's eyes were fixed on the corpse, her lips glistening with tears, her mouth watering.

However, instead of rushing forward, she obediently conveyed to Suren her desire to eat.

outside world.

Suren returned to the deformed people's logging camp and was choosing a vehicle he liked.

He paused, looking at the information in his mind with a sense of helplessness.

How come this child doesn't have any dietary restrictions and wants to swallow all sorts of strange things?

However, according to Aresa, consuming this thing can enhance her strength and help her better in the future.

After thinking about it carefully, Suren thought it was a good idea.

Yutuen excels in mental manipulation and illusion, which is indeed rooted in the same source as Alessa's abilities, making him an excellent supplement.

If Alessa's abilities could be further enhanced, even to the point of creating illusions or domains on a small scale to deprive enemies of their senses, then his subsequent battles would definitely be much easier.

An enemy deprived of his senses probably doesn't even have time to cry in the face of violence.

As for Nicole, Suren wasn't worried about not being able to deliver a satisfactory answer.

She usually only needs specific parts of the demon to create magical artifacts, such as Yothun's antlers.

As for flesh and blood, just eat it.

After conveying the message that the bones and antlers should be left behind, Suren stopped paying attention to her.

He selected a relatively new convertible sports car with little dust in the garage and drove it out.

……

"Want to escape the hustle and bustle of the city? Slepton Quarry has been completely upgraded! Eden..."

"Smack."

"It's so noisy."

Suren cut off the suddenly interrupted business promotion broadcast channel.

Two purple ghostly hands dutifully held the steering wheel for him, while he slowly flipped through the paper map, planning his route back.

A few dozen kilometers ahead, there is a small town called Sleipton.

The sports car was almost out of gas, so he had to go and fill it up.

We also need to call a tow truck to take the car that was parked on the highway back to town for repairs.

More importantly, it took so many days and so much trouble to get here from Los Santos.

He desperately needs an iced strawberry sundae to replenish his sugar levels and then find a decent place to get a good night's sleep.

……

Sleipton, a small town.

Most of the buildings here are low and dilapidated due to years of neglect, with dirty pickup trucks and cars parked haphazardly along the roads.

The townspeople gathered in twos and threes, their eyes filled with a sense of xenophobia and scrutiny towards the unfamiliar faces.

On the street corner, several unemployed youths wearing hoodies stared gloomily at every car that drove in from outside the town.

"Honey, I heard that Eden Lake, which is being developed outside this town, has pretty nice scenery."

In the passenger seat of the SUV, a blonde woman was flipping through a travel guide.

Since experiencing that nightmare in Silent Hill, Rose and her husband Christopher decided to take their daughter Sharon on a road trip to calm their nerves after that period of tension.

They happened to be passing through this town, and planned to rest there for two days to relieve the fatigue from their travels.

"Of course, camping in a scenic spot is always better than staying in town."

In the driver's seat, Christopher smiled, then looked back at his daughter in the back seat with unease, fearing that Sharon might suddenly disappear again.

Sharon hugged the teddy bear tightly in her arms, looking out the window with a nervous expression. This backward and dilapidated town always gave her a bad feeling.

"Mom... I feel like the way those people outside are looking at me is terrifying."

Aresa made eye contact with a young man on the street corner, and his gaze made her shrink back.

"They don't seem to like us."

"Don't overthink it, honey." Ross turned and took his daughter's hand, comforting her. "To them, we're just unfamiliar tourists, so it's normal for them to be a little wary."

The SUV slowly pulled up in front of a hotel.

A young man with a somewhat awkward smile stood at the hotel entrance wiping the glass with a rag.

Just as Christopher was about to get out of the car to ask if there were any rooms available,

A screeching sound of brakes interrupted his words.

He turned around.

A red convertible sports car was forcibly stopped on the road by several teenagers on bicycles.

The car door opened, and a young man wearing a dark red trench coat stepped out.

"Oh my God! It's Mr. Suren!" Ross exclaimed, covering his mouth.

Christopher paused, looking at the young man: "The private detective you met in Silent Hill?"

"That's right, it's him. If it weren't for Mr. Suren, Sharon and I would never have been able to come back."

Ross spoke with certainty.

Seeing that the group of hostile young men had surrounded the sports car, Christopher immediately opened the car door: "In that case, we have to go help him. Those bastards look like they're looking for trouble."

Ross's expression froze upon hearing this: "(⊙o⊙)..."

She glanced at her husband's rolled-up sleeves, and the brutal image of that man kicking the monster away flashed through her mind.

She quickly grabbed her husband's arm and shook her head.

"Let's not go. I think... we probably don't need to help."