Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 488 Bloodbath and the Lord
In this sea of ​​demons, Ruger actually admired those demons who could stand out in this oppressive abyss, and even those who could maintain their composure in this chaotic world. He'd mentioned it over drinks with the old dog, Lunser, at the dinner table: some powerful demons were even unusually elegant, sometimes wearing impeccably tailored suits, more refined than some wizards, causing some wizards to curse them in private. Even their tea ingredients were meticulously selected, despite being passed down from humans.

Demons are truly wondrous creatures; their wonder stems from themselves and from the abyss.

These demons seemed to be wandering aimlessly, yet each of them seemed to have a goal in mind.

Luger tilted his head and stretched his neck.

He thought of the old demon and the creatures who had been fighting for a long time in the huge pit. Their presence in Shattered Bone City proved that the lord's call had been issued long ago. He, a fake spellcaster, only sensed a little bit of it when he was very close. Did that mean that these demons in front of him could sense more than he could, such as the direction the lord pointed out?

As Luger thought of this, he couldn't help but look down at the brave and silent Black Knight.

In a faint exchange of mental energy, this taciturn fellow was indeed able to sense more.

But since Luger didn't ask, it didn't answer.

Ruger raised an eyebrow, not caring much. He was going to follow along anyway, and he was just one of the endless demons.

Even demons several levels higher than the old demon had no choice but to obediently follow.

"If you discover anything unusual, report it to me. If there are powerful beings around you... just move around."

Ruger gave him careful instructions.

Devil Number One obediently bent its fur to indicate that it understood.

Then the second, the third, the fourth time, it started to twist and turn continuously, twisting seven or eight times in a row.

Ruger was smiling at first, but then he became serious.

He controlled himself from looking around and began to concentrate on his journey, just like an ordinary demon. At this time, riding a demon might be more convenient to conceal his own aura. Ruger sighed again, thinking that his decision to make Mahama his mount was an incredibly wise one.

He continued walking, just like a real demon, his body equally filthy, covered in bloodstains and grime, and nothing happened for quite a while.

But he did not let his guard down.

Suddenly, from a great distance, a powerful aura surged from the direction the group was traveling, accompanied by a roar.

Luger immediately perked up his ears and the stray hairs on his back.

The demons continued their march.

Soon after, an indescribable powerful aura and a rough shouting sound came from behind them.

Once there was a first, there was a second, then a third and a fourth. The demon lords seemed to be communicating in a special way, or perhaps they were hurling insults at each other.

Until the last person joined, there was a burst of inexplicably pleasant laughter.

Looking at the trembling demon beside him, Ruger also pretended to tremble a couple of times, feeling the different kinds of power clashing with each other. Counting them up, there were a total of five demon lords. This level was really chaotic. It was hard to tell which of the lords were friends or enemies. Demons at the level of lords, even the fierce and rough types, were not without cunning. It would probably take many years before the demon that would truly rule this level of the abyss was chosen.

Five powerful demons favored by the abyss and by fate.

Ruger curled his lip.

After shouting for a while, the group calmed down and resumed their endless marching.

The demons were truly like an unstoppable wave.

After an unknown amount of time, the air began to fill with a bloody smell unlike anything he'd ever smelled before—not the stench of the filthy demons around him. Ruger sniffed, a bold hypothesis forming in his mind.

The demons' attacks are very different from those of humans. For example, these imposter lords are not going to conquer each other's cities. Conquering such places is useless to demons, especially in the undeveloped abyss, where so-called cities are not much different from a wasteland. Their battles take place on a specific battlefield, where they fight each other in a specific place.

Therefore, some people speculate that this bloody battle is a sacrifice to the abyss and also an attempt to appease the will of the abyss.

Ruger walked unsteadily, then blinked again as he thought of this.

The source of this bloody smell should be the destination of their journey to the abyss. In other words, once the demons have fought and their flesh and blood have covered the earth, the ascension ceremony that Lord Mahama has been looking forward to can take place.

In fact, he had already mentioned in his casual conversation with Mahama that for his ascension ritual, only a few hundred demons of varying levels would be needed, and a small battle would suffice. Even if he were to be more stringent and frugal, the battlefield remnants of a hundred or so demons would be barely enough. However, such an amazing grand scene would not be wasted, as it would greatly increase his chances of successfully advancing and make him even stronger.

This guy even managed to acquire a rare inheritance scroll for this trip to the Abyss—a first-circle spell inheritance scroll. With this, he could quickly construct spell models without having to study them slowly after his advancement. Of course, Mahama had already thoroughly studied this spell during his apprenticeship to ensure his success.

Everything was for this battlefield, built with blood.

In his words, advancement here, through his special ascension ritual, involves unfolding the inheritance scroll before the ritual ends. This allows him to use the blood and flesh of the demons and the ascension ritual to make his solidified spells even more powerful, and even subtly change his compatibility with the spells.

This also allows Mahama to immediately possess considerable combat power in this dangerous place, rather than being in the awkward period of completing her advancement but not mastering a first-ring spell.

This leads to a question.

Luger turned to look at the old demon, but actually he was looking at the old man's sturdy mount.

Do they need to find a chance to escape?

They once sat in the tavern, envisioning this scenario: after finding the battlefield of demons on the 751st floor of the abyss, they would seize the opportunity to escape, hide to the side, and wait for the demons to finish their battle. Once everything had settled, they would then run over to perform the ascension ritual. But now it seemed somewhat naive.

Luger looked around.

They hadn't expected that the internal bloodbath between a few imposter lords in this unknown abyss level would be of such scale.

An endless ocean of demons.

Mahama, who has been by his teacher's side since childhood, seems to have some limited knowledge.

Avoiding powerful demons and venturing into groups of weaker demons might be a good option.

At least in the early stages, that was the case. As for the later stages of the bloody battle, that was a completely different scene.

As Ruger walked, he glanced at the old demon.

Perhaps this old fellow who made them bow and scrape all the way will bring some surprises. Consuming blood crystals is not necessarily for becoming stronger. More often than not, demons consume blood crystals to heal their injuries.

Ruger had long ago judged that the old devil was not in good condition. His bad condition was their good condition. The cunning old man was afraid of losing his life, so he would naturally go and loyally protect him.

Speaking of blood crystals, Ruge also thought of something else. According to Mahama, blood crystals can also be condensed in the battlefield of demons' flesh and blood, and they are of higher quality and purer than those made by the lords. However, there is one drawback: they are full of uncertainty. It seems that only those favored by this battlefield of flesh and blood can condense blood crystals when they die.

Luger walked unsteadily, the strange, pungent smell of blood growing stronger with each step.

It was so intense that even a wizard apprentice like Mahama could sense it.

Just when Luger thought they were going to go hungry and face a massive and protracted battle, the waves of demons gradually stopped. He still didn't feel it, but the first spirit-haired demon dutifully twisted its head on his neck.

(End of this chapter)