Become a true immortal by emulating all demons.

Chapter 242 Your King is Everywhere

"Big brother—it wasn't me—"

When the man's eyes swept over the Silver Candle Demon Lord, his pained and ferocious face involuntarily turned away in shame.

The two were once powerful demon lords who occupied the mountains of Wangjiang Prefecture.

The other party had initially believed the rumors about the Demon King's Decree, and the two brothers had also had many disagreements on various issues, so they went to Yongzhou in Liang Kingdom to seek further opportunities.

Yin Zhu originally thought this was an extremely foolish act, abandoning his own valuable territory to serve some unknown demon king.

Unexpectedly, this action saved his brother's life by chance, allowing him to avoid this undeserved disaster.

However, under the torment of the Soul-Eating Insects, the Silver Candle Demon Lord could not withstand it and was forced to write a letter for help using his own aura.

He didn't really think that this aimless letter sent to Liang Kingdom would actually reach Jintang's hands.

Moreover, given the long-standing estrangement and conflict between the two brothers, even if the letter were received, the elder brother would most likely ignore it.

"I'm sorry, I really, really can't take it anymore—"

Having witnessed his relatives and friends being brutally tortured before his eyes, and now seeing his severely injured brother, the Silver Candle Demon Lord, whose mind was already on the verge of collapse, finally broke down completely.

"It's alright. If they had arrived a few moments later, I would have already been on my way home. It's just a pity I was a little unlucky."

Jin Tang withdrew his gaze, unwilling to reveal too much emotion, lest he be regarded as a monkey by many of the immortal descendants.

He was telling the truth; after careful observation and realizing that things were not going to work, he did indeed have the idea of ​​giving up.

"Have you finished talking?"

Deng Yao put down his teacup with little interest.

He wasn't interested in this drama of brotherhood.

The little demon's elder brother is another little demon.

What value can this kind of relationship have?

Only someone like my own sister, who married a prince of Hengshui and wielded immense power, could be considered family, and only such a relationship was worth maintaining.

Only when others know will they be wary and afraid.

As for what's happening right now, it just seems ridiculous and laughable.

"Tell me, how many of the names in this book do you recognize? Honestly tell me their whereabouts, and I'll give you a quick death."

Deng Yao's posture was merely slightly casual, without any intention of deliberately showing off.

But both his words and expressions inadvertently revealed a rare arrogance, a contempt etched into his very bones.

He wanted to get clues from the Demon Lord, but he wasn't even willing to make up a benefit to deceive him.

This clearly tells the two demons that there is no chance of survival.

The only promise Deng Yao was willing to make was to give this beast a quick death.

Even this insignificant favor made the Silver Candle Demon Lord's eyes suddenly light up.

"ah!!"

Immediately afterwards, Silver Candle tensed up all over and let out a heart-wrenching howl.

Maggots swarmed beneath his skin, resembling countless bulging blue veins. They crawled in and out of his flesh and blood, finally squeezing out from the gaps at the edge of his eyeballs, following the eye sockets of this demon lord.

Jin Tang silently watched his younger brother, observing the several plump green worms squeezing out of the boy's eyes, which were shaking their heads at him.

His face remained expressionless, but his body gradually stiffened under the horrifying scene.

At that moment, the golden book happened to be thrown in front of him.

Deng Yao tapped his chin slightly and gave a wink.

The young general from the Song family suddenly plunged his steel fork into the floor tile, and then drew a sharp short knife from his waist.

"Ho! Ho!"

With eyes that were almost bursting from the pressure, Yin Zhu watched the dagger approach, finally settling against his cheek with a touch of coolness.

He had seen this scene far too many times.

From the initial furious roar to the later numbness, figures before him turned into white bones, even the bloodstains were removed.

At this moment, his eyes held not so much fear, but relief and shame.

The relief lies in the fact that the knife has finally fallen on your own body.

The shame lies in the fact that the immortals have found a new target for torment.

Sizzle! Sizzle!

General Song's movements were far less precise than those of a real executioner.

He was like an impatient butcher, eager to show his brother's bones and internal organs to the Golden Hall Demon Lord.

The magic-infused dagger, like peeling a fruit, completely revealed Silver Candle's skull.

The skull of the white man was covered with small holes, and maggots were still writhing inside.

"Big brother————"

Yinzhu's throat trembled slightly, and the sense of relief in his eyes grew even stronger.

That instinctive ecstasy almost overwhelmed his guilt towards his brother.

"I'm sorry, as your younger brother—I'm going now. If you know anything—please tell them—"

This was his final piece of advice to his elder brother, or perhaps a reminder.

This is the most precious experience that Silver Candle summarized after a long period of inhuman torture.

Resistance is futile. To suffer less meaningless torment, one must either produce the clues that the immortals desire, or find another person to replace oneself.

The demon cultivators who fell into the hands of the Cangming Guards were no longer human; they were more like water ghosts, needing someone to take their place in order to survive.

Those who qualify will be subject to reincarnation.

"call."

The Demon Lord of the Golden Hall stared at the white skeletal skull that still bore traces of maniacal laughter, then slowly closed his eyes and let out a long breath.

Song Lang stopped wielding his short knife, coldly wiped the blood off the blade onto Yin Zhu's body, and then sheathed it back into his waistband.

He spread his five fingers and firmly gripped Jintang's wrist, forcing the other to open his eyes again and seriously appreciate the "masterpiece" he had painstakingly created.

"Is there anything you want to say now?" Deng Yao asked, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Even though Yin Zhu had become like this, he still managed to catch the fleeting hesitation and indecision on his brother's face, not to mention the experienced Cangming Guards.

Hesitation and indecisiveness most likely mean that he actually knows something.

After all, there were seven or eight names on that book, which were the names of many demon kings from both Hengshui Kingdom.

Such entities almost all suffer from the problem of being too big to handle.

No matter how careful you are, you will inevitably expose your whereabouts.

Jin Tang is currently serving a demon king, so it's normal for him to get the information. In fact, the demon king he's currently serving might very well be on the list.

"Tsk."

Deng Yao had only asked casually to appease the prince.

Seeing this, He suddenly sat up straight with great interest.

All eyes in the hall were focused on the man's slightly twitching face.

The next moment, their expressions suddenly became strange.

"I've thought about it, and it seems like I don't have anything to say."

Jin Tang's face was gloomy; clearly, he could not remain indifferent to what was happening before him.

He glanced at General Song beside him, and even his forced teasing words couldn't help but tremble: "Surely I shouldn't have to praise your cooking skills, right?"

No one around him laughed, so the man could only laugh to himself.

With a strained laugh, he lowered his head again.

Jintang wasn't among the first batch, but he was one of the earlier demon lords to arrive at Longjizhang.

In fact, apart from the great demons of the nine prefectures of Liang Kingdom who were personally rescued by Lin Shu, the other Great Shun Demon Lords were not particularly loyal to the Devouring Moon Demon King, including him.

the reason is simple.

Because loyalty is a sentiment that needs to be cultivated.

They saw Lin Shu far too few times; the few times they did see him, they stood on the ground, gazing up at that figure standing proudly against the distant sky.

Of course, many demons in Yongzhou had never seen their own demon king, but at least they knew in their hearts that this being had saved Yongzhou.

But the demons of Da Shun are different.

Deep down, they still felt that they had only gone to help and had no real connection to the disaster in the Nine Prefectures. Therefore, the attitude of the Da Shun demons towards Lin Shu was more one of awe for a powerful figure.

Logically speaking, prestige established through strength will naturally be easily crushed by an even stronger entity.

Ke Linshu is an exception.

Although in Jin Tang's eyes, the Immortal Hengshui was still a more terrifying existence, the Moon-Devouring Demon King was also someone who had come from the underworld.

A ruthless person who has returned from the brink of death.

The opponent can not only torture the body, but may also have the means to deal with the spirits of the dead.

Therefore, Jintang's silence was not out of loyalty, but simply because he had done some mental calculations.

It is a fact that the Moon Devouring Demon King is no match for the Immortal Hengshui.

But for someone as weak as myself, the consequences of offending either of them are no different, and the former is even more terrifying.

Since that's the case, why should he continue to endure being a dog for the immortals and betray the pure land of Dragon Spine Continent that the demon race had worked so hard to obtain?

"No rush, take your time."

After a long while, Deng Yao did not get angry, but instead chuckled softly.

He had no habit of wasting words on lowly beasts; that would be beneath his dignity.

As his words fell to the ground.

Suddenly, Song Langjiang exerted force with his five fingers, and Jinping pierced the wrist of the Golden Hall Demon Lord.

Streaks of green light pierced his skin from his fingertips and then came to life within his flesh and blood.

"You will soon find out that my skills are far superior to your imagination, and a thousand times more cruel."

Song Lang whispered in Jin Tang's ear, a chilling smile appearing on his indifferent face.

Deng Shuai might be just fooling around.

But he is not.

The reason Cangming Guard came here was to restore face for the Song family.

Now that he has finally found a living clue, he will never give the other party a chance to die.

Boom!

Jintang's body crashed straight to the ground.

As the Soul-Eating Worms grew rampantly within his flesh, he finally understood why his once-tough brother had become such a wretched creature.

Feeling yourself being eaten away bit by bit, gradually losing control of your body.

This slow and realistic feeling could drive any living being mad.

No one spoke in the hall anymore.

Many of the aquatic immortals were too lazy to even glance at the two monstrous creatures on the ground.

Is there still a chance for things to turn around?

Silver Candle struggled to wriggle on the ground, bringing the pitted skull close to his brother's face.

He didn't quite understand why the other party would make such a choice.

After pondering for a long time in his devastated mind, the only answer he could come up with was that his brother had climbed onto a very powerful backer, who could even rescue him right under the noses of the Cangming Guard.

Otherwise, there's no reason to put up a futile resistance when you know you're going to die.

Yin Zhu knew very well that his body was completely occupied by the Soul-Devouring Insects and he had no chance of survival, but a glimmer of hope still appeared in his eyes.

If his elder brother could give him a positive answer.

That would lessen his sense of shame.

Jin Tang gritted his teeth, the veins on his neck trembling. He couldn't even tell if they were veins or disgusting insects.

I finally made it through the first wave of torment.

He was drenched in sweat and completely exhausted, but the resentment in his heart had lessened somewhat.

This is only the first day.

The fact that Yin Zhu waited so long to send a distress signal shows that he still cared about his brotherhood. If it were him, he probably wouldn't have been able to resist tricking the other party into coming over in less than three days.

Thinking of this, Jin Tang rolled his eyes at the other person.

He knew perfectly well what the kid really wanted to ask.

"I came here secretly."

Her brother's words were tactful enough, but they were still like a bucket of cold water poured on Yinzhu's heart.

If you have a powerful backer, why bother with sneaking around?

This only shows that the demon king that the elder brother relied on was far inferior to Hengshui. So much so that the elder brother was worried about implicating his superiors if he wanted to come and do something, and could only act alone.

"How boring."

Deng Yao leaned back in his chair, wiping his longsword as if nothing was wrong.

He could hardly imagine that before the immortals' inspection, he would have to deal with such a group of hard and smelly things all the time.

From the Great Shun Dynasty to the Liang Kingdom, they traversed those barren lands inch by inch, leaving no detail overlooked.

Just thinking about it made him feel so bored that he felt nauseous.

After I finish this matter, I'll discuss it with my sister and find an excuse to go into seclusion and escape this thankless and arduous task.

"Could this be the inherent weakness of demons? Sometimes I really wish you could do less sneaky things and have a little more backbone."

He raised his longsword, stared at the blade, and sighed softly, "Since we're all going to die anyway, why waste my time searching? Wouldn't it be better to just get it over with?"

Upon hearing this, the immortal descendants below exchanged playful smiles.

Even a trapped beast will try to survive, let alone a demon.

If every beast obediently lines up and delivers itself to our door, then what's the point of having us Cangming Guards?

Yin Zhu let out a bitter laugh in his heart.

The commander of the Cangming Guard was clearly mocking his elder brother for sneaking over to rescue people but only daring to lie in wait outside the city. He was also mocking the remaining group of demons who dared not show themselves.

But this is the way of survival for the demon race.

On the day they embarked on this treacherous demonic path, they had to etch the word "sneaky" into their very bones in order to survive.

A chance for life.

"If my elder sister were the Princess Consort of Hengshui, then the one kneeling below now would be the handsome young master."

Yin Zhu's casual retort seemed to have touched Deng Yao's sore spot.

His leisurely gaze suddenly turned icy cold.

The image of his slightly distorted face was reflected on the upright longsword.

The Cangming Guards' expressions changed drastically, and they abruptly turned their heads to look at the ground.

"Oh."

Deng Yao slowly stood up and looked down.

In an instant, the hall fell silent; everyone held their breath, afraid to even breathe.

Even his personal guards had no idea what terrifying things would happen when this handsome man went mad.

The divine might is not to be trifled with!

In the midst of the deathly silence, two sharp, frantic howls suddenly rang out from outside the back office.

"Roar! Roar!"

There was no time to question, no time to react.

The Cangming Guards, who were responsible for guarding the gate, were clearly caught off guard and encountered unimaginable terror, issuing a final warning based on instinct.

Everyone's eyes turned in unison towards the door.

Deng Yao, who was already enraged, was interrupted before he could retaliate, and the coldness in his eyes intensified.

But even faster than their gazes moved was a scaled corpse that was suddenly thrown into the air.

A powerful force poured into the hall, causing everything in sight to distort.

Deng Yao suddenly raised his arm to cover himself.

The scales shattered in mid-air with a loud crash, and the corpse encased in the scales exploded into bloody liquid by the two immense forces.

The figure of the Cangming Guardian did not sway at all.

But when he lowered his arm, his once handsome face was now dark and gloomy.

Blood soaked his hair and stained his cheeks, making him look quite disheveled.

In comparison.

Outside the door, the young man, accompanied by two beautiful women, strode in with an air of nonchalance.

Lin Shu stood still in the hall, slightly raising her eyes, a hint of curiosity in them.

"How exactly do you want it done?"

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