Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 482 Civilization and Desquamation

This is the edge of the city. Looking through the intermittent low wall, you can see countless underground caves on the outer side of the city, where some demons are gathering.

Ruge withdrew his gaze and silently walked beside Mahama, which was probably the greatest comfort to Mahama.

However, with this old fellow around, Ruger felt that even if they entered the demon battlefield, they wouldn't be in any danger. This was an instinctive intuition, as well as a reasonable deduction. This old fellow seemed to be very shrewd, waiting on the edge of the city in an attempt to gather some newly formed demon subordinates. At the same time, his excessive intelligence would also prevent him from stepping into dangerous territory.

As Ruger walked, he straightened his arm again.

As for the mount's big head, it has already taken quite a few slaps and punches in this short time. If it misunderstands or goes in the wrong direction, it will be hit on the head.

"Meeting me is your good fortune."

The old demon saw Luger straighten his arm and said with some smugness.

The three demons soon arrived at a simple, large house in the city.

Many demons on the road would give way to the three of them when they saw them traveling together.

In a place that is simple and straightforward enough, smaller than a fist, as long as you can intimidate people, you can actually gain better order and respect.

A tall demon, whose mouth occasionally spews sparks, sits in the empty room.

Upon seeing the three demons enter, the tall, seated demon frowned impatiently, and a few fleeting sparks flew from the corner of his mouth.

“A captain’s domino.” The old demon said in a deep voice, sitting on his mount’s shoulder.

The tall demon first looked at him, then at Luger and Mahama, and even looked back.

"There are only three of you! If you want to try, you can go and see for yourself."

The towering demon spewed out a shower of sparks, roaring as if extremely agitated.

The old demon's aura also changed, revealing a fierce appearance.

"We are the Gordon family from the 557th level of the abyss. The three of us are enough to take on ten squads of demons. You are insulting the great Gordon family..."

The old demon roared back, his roar startling the towering demon for a moment.

But then, the tall demon's face turned red with rage.

"I have no idea who Gordon is, and I have no idea that demons have a family!"

As the tall demon spoke, he slammed his hand on the stone table in front of him, cracking it open.

The old demon looked surprised, then enraged, seemingly even more enraged than his opponent.

"The demons should be ashamed of a fool like you! You ignorant fellow, not only ignorant, but also extremely stupid. What are you saying, you stupid thing? You're speaking the language of the Abyss! The bloodline inheritance has made you stupid. You have not gained a single bit of favor from the Abyss. Why is the word 'family' in the language of the Abyss of the bloodline inheritance? Use your little brain to think about it."

The old demon's roar once again stunned the towering demon.

Ruger watched from the sidelines and felt that the old man was very imposing, but he seemed to have some problems. Just as the other party said, he preferred to solve problems with wisdom.

Although this is the behavior of someone who claims to be a high-ranking demon, it still violates the demon's theory of fists.

Bang!
Something was thrown at us and bounced twice on the ground.

“Prove yourselves, or I’ll twist your heads off,” the tall demon said, raising his thumb and pointing to the door behind him. “If you fail, I’ll twist your heads off too; you taste pretty good.”

Ruger raised an eyebrow. Perhaps it was precisely because of its pleasant taste, unlike some common demons, that the two of them were chosen by the old demon.

“Of course, the Gordon family is not afraid of challenges. If it weren’t for the sudden appearance of the rift that pulled you here, you wouldn’t have had the chance to meet the Gordon family’s warriors.” The old demon said, slapping his mount’s head hard.

Ruger picked up the bone token from the ground and silently followed behind his mount.

He had already heard the commotion behind him.

After passing through the house and walking for a while, you will see a place that looks like a huge pit. It is a place that is not entirely man-made. In many places, white bones are exposed, just like the simple city walls. There are also rings of caves around the edge of this amazing pit.

Once you get there, the noise gets even louder.

The demons encountered were mostly humanoid, and many possessed considerable intelligence.

Ruger also learned what the so-called captain's bone token was for. Its significance was not related to the captain's status at all, but rather to the amount of money needed to enter the game.

The demons roared and howled, watching the two demons at the bottom of the pit engage in a bloody battle.

The qualification to participate is one's own badge, and it can also be one's life.

A civilization can be considered mature if it has its own language and writing system.

However, its development cannot be simply defined by a few conditions. For example, from a human perspective, the civilization of demons is extremely deformed. Some strange and high-level demons even have their own library in the void, collecting all kinds of interesting artifacts, while some low-level demons are like wild beasts, struggling to even pronounce a few words of the Abyss language.

But they are also demons. Even those low-level, beast-like demons, under the inexplicable favor of good fortune and the abyss, may gradually transform into extremely high levels.

The root of their distortion and deformity may lie in their peculiar life form, or it may lie in the abyssal will that hangs above them, beyond all demons.

Perhaps that's why the wizards called it the Abyss Civilization, rather than the Demon Civilization.

Ruger looked up and saw the old demon looking at him, as well as at the rough, smelly bone tablet in his hand.

Pfft!
A demon glared angrily at Luger, then carried its companion away. A four-clawed demon covered in scales, which seemed to be its mount or pet, was knocked unconscious by Luger's fumes after being nearby for a while.

"Go! Win at least three matches before you come back. Your recovery ability is quite good. The Abyss is truly kind to you. It shouldn't be too difficult for you."

As the old demon spoke, he looked at the blood splattering at the bottom of the pit, his old face seeming somewhat excited.

Ruger simply nodded, which greatly pleased the old demon, though he was nodding to Mahama, who was looking over at him.

Even a broken bone plaque, missing a corner, thrown out casually, attracts the attention of some newly defeated, penniless demons who refuse to leave.

Of course, they weren't truly destitute; they could leave their bloody handprints on the walls of the pit.

Ruger sensed a contract-like fluctuation in it.

I also witnessed the birth of a blood crystal. It was the result of a demon that had lost everything and then lost again. Its corpse was drying up, and a cluster of blood crystals condensed at the spot where the blood palm print was pressed. That was the reward of the victor.

The sign that was tossed into the air was caught by a small demon with flapping wings.

Ruger leaped down the slope, his feet lightly touching the ground from time to time.

At the same time, he also saw his opponent, a powerful demon with flames burning on his back.

The moment the creature pressed its bloody palm print onto the wall at the bottom of the pit, Luger appeared beside it. The mental shock, along with the claws imbued with malice and minor sharpness, was unleashed, piercing through the flames and scales from its back, shattering bones, and seizing its heart in its palm.

Ruger didn't know if, from the demon's perspective, there was any concept of injustice or ambush here; he only knew that excited and high-spirited shouts were rising all around him.

The corpse was shriveling, and the blood crystals were condensing.

(End of this chapter)