Being a blood demon in Terra? I have it in my lifetime!

"What airship? The Kirov?"

Looking at Lucifer's innocent expression like that of a college student, Abrana couldn't help but feel a hint of doubt in her eyes.

She originally wanted to use their unbreakable alliance to learn about the airship technology used to infiltrate the Sarkaz through Lucifer, and see if Deep Pool had any way to replicate it.

But Lucifer was like the little bird in Liberi who was out of touch with the situation and was completely unaware of it.

"Well... from what I know, your Sarkaz airships are completely different from battleships. They can actually fly in the sky and can perform long-range strikes to a certain extent. I heard that one strike can sink a Duke battleship."

"I am a steel monster."

Listening to Abrana's explanation, Lucifer thought that Theresis and his team had developed the black technology of Alien Geusus, but the next moment, Lucifer overturned his idea.

If he had not accidentally traveled through a parallel world line, how could the Sarkaz and Kazdel have the conditions to operate this steel behemoth normally?

Although Lucifer is not a scientist, he knows that there is a lot of water involved and that various issues need to be considered, such as logistics, technicians, and fuel.

The Sarkaz, who started from scratch, still prefer the methods of their ancestors that have been passed down from generation to generation.

"...Wait, ancestor?"

Lucifer immediately narrowed his eyes, as if he had thought of something, and some memories buried deep in his mind began to attack Lucifer.

At that time, Lucifer had not yet reached his rebellious period and had not run away from home to Kazdel. Although he had social interactions with most of the royal court, there were some special groups like the Pardoners and the Dead Souls, whom Lucifer had hardly ever seen. He only heard about them from the Blood Demon Lord and the Scavenger King.

"It looks like you have some idea?"

"...But, I think this needs to be patented by the Sarkaz."

Abrana blinked in confusion.

She didn't understand. The Sarkaz airship clearly looked like a mechanical creation. As long as the material production and technical processes were equivalent, there was no reason why it couldn't be replicated.

And Lucifer also had something to say.

"Then let me ask you, does your family's high-speed battleship have a weapon spirit?"

"……you mean?"

"Just a Transformer whose machine spirit is delighted."

"..."

Abrana's expression froze for a moment, and she didn't know whether to complain or smile in relief.

"Sarkaz, it's amazing, isn't it?"

“…I really can’t refute that.”

Abrana shook her head and laughed helplessly.

The Sarkaz are all kinds of strange things, and the beauty of numbers and mechanisms is revealed everywhere.

For example, for immortal liches and dead souls, the entire life of some ordinary people may be just a fleeting moment for them.

There is also the ore disease infection that countless races fear, but blood demons and scavengers don't have to worry about it at all.

No matter how you look at it, Sarkaz is like a bug.

Just as Abrana was sighing inwardly, Lucifer suddenly stopped and stood still, his blood-red eyes flickering strangely.

"...?"

"What's wrong, Lucifer?"

Lucifer was absent-minded and did not respond to Abrana's call. He only felt his blood boiling and restless.

Unlike the mournful cries of the previous demon king's fall, this time it seemed as if something had been awakened.

Just then, an intelligence officer from Shenchi ran over panting.

"Master Leader! Something terrible has happened! Something is happening!"

"speak."

"A scarlet beam of light suddenly burst out from the top of the Shard in Londinium! And it's spreading to the surroundings!"

"The beam of light from the Shard..."

Abrana quickly caught the key words in the words and wondered what the Sarkaz of Londinium wanted to do with the Shard.

Anyway, it can't be just for fun to set off fireworks.

While Abrana was thinking, Lucifer, who was the first to answer, took a step forward and prepared to go to the deck of the ship to find out what was going on.

"Elbow, go and see what's going on."

"Are you awake? What just happened?"

"It's just a big mistake. Just drink some blood wine to calm down."

"?"

165

Chapter 165 is so weird, I have to use my brain to think about it.

Look, in faraway Londinium, something terrible is happening.

With the Shard as its center, Originium is devouring everything around it, dyeing the sky above Londinium blood red.

The buildings within the radius were all submerged, and the fleets of Grand Duke Victoria were ruthlessly devoured, but there was still an endless army advancing across the land.

The Sarkaz are on a march of suffering.

The Blood Demon Lord stood in the endless wilderness, admiring the absurd scene before him that looked like a work of art.

A drop of blood coagulated on the fingertips of the Blood Demon Lord, the first and last drop of pure blood that would not be tainted by corruption and death, the original curse of the Sarkaz.

"...The blood of Tikaz finally fulfilled its mission at this moment."

The Absolver stood beside the Blood Lord, still maintaining a hypocritical smile, admiring the Blood of Tikaz in the Blood Lord's hand.

"It awakened the sleeping Anana, but it was lost in the ritual array. Salus and I searched more than 40 places but couldn't find it. Fortunately, you, Lord Blood Demon, helped us find it."

The Pardoner sighed to the Blood Demon Lord: It turns out that professional matters still need to be done by professionals.

However, in the face of the Absolver's flattery, the Blood Demon Lord was unwilling to even look at him, feeling that his appearance tarnished the scenery in front of him.

"——Quisatushta, the one who fiddles with blood, take back your frivolity and disrespect. I don't want you to exist in my sight."

"..."

Hearing the Blood Demon Lord's undisguised contempt and disdain, the smile on the Pardoner's face froze for a moment.

But no matter what, it is always an unwise choice to fight with the Blood Demon Lord in the ritual formation of the Blood Demon's home field. Among the Sarkaz, only Tracys with beautiful numbers and the Scavenger King with charming mechanisms can inflict heavy damage.

Or, a god who can do both.

"Well, I just happen to have my own things to do. I wish Lord Blood Demon good luck."

After saying this, the Pardoner left the scene without looking back, like a stray dog ​​that was kicked on the roadside.

"Humph……"

It was not until the Pardoner walked away and there was no trace of the Pardoner's presence in the Blood Demon Lord's perception range that the Blood Demon Lord snorted coldly.

If the matter had not been over yet, the Blood Demon Lord would not mind eliminating the Pardoner here.

He would rather give the Blood of Tikaz to the Scavenger King or Lucifer for safekeeping than let the Absolver's unclean hands contaminate it.

Sweeping away those unpleasant thoughts, the Blood Demon Lord held the Blood of Tikaz in his body, slowly stepped out of the ritual circle, and walked towards the place where the giant beast's skeleton remained.

……

As the Shard began to exert its power, the Duke's fleet stationed outside the city of Londinium gradually realized that the Sarkaz had really come up with a Rashomon-level trick.

Although it was not enough to make the Grand Dukes timid, the first impact of the Shard undoubtedly lit the fuse of all of Londinium.

"The Shard... The Originium Scourge... You Sarkaz are full of surprises."

Abrana stood on the deck of the high-speed battleship, looking at the Shard in the distance, and teased Lucifer beside her.

Lucifer did not answer Abrana immediately because he was also more or less surprised.

It's so weird, prepare to see it with your eyes.

"Oh my god, they really let Tracy and his team develop nuclear weapons?"

Lucifer couldn't help but question it. He had clearly settled in Kazdel for two hundred years, and the Sarkaz had at most excavated a Rhodes Island landship. But less than twenty years after he rebelled and left Kazdel, the Sarkaz began to aggressively brush up the technology tree.

No, buddy, what are you doing here? Is this still Kazdel?

Oh, this is Victoria, that's fine.

Seeing Lucifer's rare difficulty, Abrana asked again:

"Lucifer, what do you think?"

"I see with my eyes."

"...I envy you for your humorous and optimistic personality no matter where you are."

"You'll understand when you get to my age."

Hearing this, Abrana raised her eyebrows, and the dragon tail behind her couldn't help but sway left and right.

"You sound older than I thought."

"Thank you for the invitation, but you and your shoe size combined are not as big as mine."

Abrana raised the corners of her mouth slightly.

She thought that with Lucifer's humorous personality and healthy mental state, he should be a young man of the same generation as herself, but she didn't expect that he was actually an old man.

Yes, after all, Lucifer is one of the blood demons known for his immortality.

"Although, perhaps it would be more appropriate for you to be born as a Sakota."

"You are right, but I forgot the beginning and the end. Anyway, the Sarkaz are the origin of all things."

If Lucifer in the timeline did not start the war with the Blood Demon, but traveled through time as Shakota, then he would most likely follow the same path of fall from heaven as Mastema.

Otherwise your name will be OOC.

At this time, Mandela and Ahlani, who were senior executives of Shenchi, came over.