The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

She raised the lantern in her hand to her eyes and gently blew on the wick.

call.

No flames flew out, but in the next instant, all the flesh and blood on the ground floated up, then lost their original shape, turning into a torrent of flesh that flew towards the mutated demon.

Countless pieces of flesh and blood rapidly compressed and coalesced into a gigantic blood cocoon, completely enveloping the mutated demon.

"Absorb, and then grow."

She turned her head to the side, as if listening to something, and after a moment of silence, she laughed.

"hehe."

With an ambiguous smile, her figure gradually disappeared, leaving behind a world forcibly altered and transformed, and Karan standing frozen in place.

The usually shrewd and ambitious man is now completely dumbfounded.

!

!

"what is this?"

She thought she had already experienced enough shocks today, but the world always seems to have more to give her.

What on earth is going on?!

Originally, Kalan only sensed the special movement of the divinity within his body and realized that the mutated demon had not stepped forward because it was afraid of the divinity. He had an intuition that he would not be in danger.

But she truly hadn't expected it to be so safe; she had only hoped that her divinity could somehow force back the mutated demon...

She really didn't expect things to turn out this way!

It's already absurd enough that a slave riot involving tens of thousands of people could produce a fourth-order aberrant demon, but now...

Sensing the aura emanating from the giant blood cocoon, Karan's cheek twitched involuntarily.

Legendary... This is the aura of a legend!

Is it really that cheap and casual?

?

If someone had told Karan before that she could obtain a legendary status by sacrificing ten thousand half-blood slaves, she definitely wouldn't have believed it.

Where can you find such a good deal?

But now the truth tells her that it's right before her eyes...

After reaching the legendary level, the aura quickly weakened, soon becoming completely harmless, and eventually even lifeless, like a lifeless rock.

But Karan could hear a heartbeat from the blood cocoon.

Dongdong!

A strong and powerful heartbeat.

"Is this... the power of a god?"

Reflecting on all these changes, Karan's reverence for the sage deepened.

She had thought that the other party could only operate within the Holy Word Secret Realm, but she never expected that they could actually interfere with the real world!

Throughout its entire existence, from appearance to disappearance, the sage never once looked at Kalan, as if everything had only occurred because he had seen an interesting aberration.

To act recklessly and arbitrarily.

It's completely the style of a deity...

Karan clenched his fists, overwhelmed by a sense of powerlessness, and let out a deep sigh.

"That's terrifying..."

Chapter 314 Tearing Apart (First Update)

Is it scary?

Yes, that's terrible.

The arrogance of the strong is always so incomprehensible.

Some people feel despair after seeing such a gap, while others are inspired to fight.

Karan is the latter type of person.

She silently thought about the sage she had just seen, and also about the Flame Demon Queen who descended from the sky with a rain of fire, and gradually clenched her fists.

The strong.

The desire to become a truly powerful person who can determine his own destiny has never been clearer than at this moment.

"One day, I will have all of this."

I will eventually become king.

One day!

But before that, there are still many things that need to be addressed.

Looking back at the passage behind him, he realized that the succubus recorder Lily had already run away, and now he was truly all alone.

At the entrance to the Third Hell, apart from himself and the lifeless cocoon behind him, there was no other life.

"call……"

With his tense mind relaxing, Kalan slowly exhaled as he looked at the mess scattered across the Third Hellfire.

Despite many unexpected events along the way, the mission was eventually completed.

The timing of the Flame Demon Queen's issuance of this mission was too unusual, leaving Karan no time to prepare.

Given the initial situation of being isolated and helpless, Karan doesn't believe that no one was behind it all.

"You guys did a great job...really great!"

With a wide grin revealing sharp teeth, Kalan exuded an aura of brutality.

Such a unified control over one's subordinates shows how united one's brothers and sisters truly are.

A fierce glint flashed in Karan's eyes; she hadn't forgotten what some people had done.

She was cautious and timid in the presence of wise men, but she was never the type to remain silent and submissive even when she was being beaten.

"So... who is behind this? There aren't many people with brains who are willing to do this kind of thing."

who can that be?

Which brother is it?

Demons are generally not good at such schemes; even high-level demons, who are not unintelligent, prefer to kill directly.

If you think about it this way, then the search scope is greatly narrowed down...

hum.

Behind Kalan, the passage leading from the outside into the Third Hell of Fire lit up with a purple light at just the right moment.

Just as criminals enjoy admiring their masterpieces at the crime scene, before Karan could even list all the possibilities, someone else couldn't wait to jump out and show off.

"Kalan! Are you still alive?"

A grating, gruff voice rang out, and a tall figure appeared at the entrance to the passage, seemingly asking casually:

"I heard you were in danger, I'm here to help you!"

A burly minotaur demon, his bare upper body painted with red and white patterns and carrying a huge battle axe on his back, appeared in the Third Hellfire.

"You still... um?"

He looked at the unharmed Kalan in surprise, blinked and looked around in confusion, only to find that the surroundings were quiet and there was no trace of the slave riot.

There wasn't even a trace of blood!

"Oh? Looks like I'm too early. The rioting slaves haven't stormed this place yet?"

Sakala looked at the situation before him and felt something was strange, with a subtle premonition in his heart.

He remembered that he had clearly ordered his men to injure all the guards. How could your computer's slaves be so useless?

They haven't even managed to break through?

"Sakala, what are you doing here?"

With a cold voice, Karan did not launch an attack immediately, and tacitly accepted the other party's guess.

She needs to extract more information from this self-proclaimed intelligent idiot.

Sakarala, a fourth-tier minotaur demon, is one of the offspring of the Firelord Queen and also a brother of Kalan.

Yes, a former "friend".

Unlike his robust, honest appearance, which resembles that of a shaman warrior, this minotaur demon is quite different from his kind, being extremely treacherous and cunning.

He prefers to use "wisdom" to solve problems rather than brute force.

If Karan hadn't suffered a few minor losses at his hands before, he would never have imagined that Sakarara, this minotaur, would resort to such scheming.

However, in Karan's view, his methods were all underhanded and could only be considered petty cleverness.

"Me? Didn't I already say I'm here to help you? Hahaha!"

Let's get going!

The minotaur clenched his fists together, seemingly eager for the battle to begin.

But Karan wasn't buying it. He squinted at Sakala during the performance and said coldly:

"You know that Mother's mission cannot be helped by others. If you really want to help, I don't mind, but you will die."

"However, don't tell such idiotic lies. Your pretense is meaningless to me. I've already seen through your true colors."

Stop pretending and just cut ties.

The憨厚 smile on his face vanished, and Sakala looked at Karan, whose expression was no longer concealed, and said in a deep voice:

"...You already knew?"