Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 490 Unexpected Events and Reunion

A shriek caught Luger's attention. A figure wielding a flaming whip was struggling, lashing a small demon that lunged at him to pieces. However, two other demons, also wearing badges and of similar strength, surrounded him.

Ruger's first observation about this bloody land was that after arriving here, even the weaker demons would become bold and frenzied. They were no longer so afraid of demons stronger than themselves, or rather, after their clumsy minds could no longer be relied upon, they even abandoned their instinct for fear.

With a casual gray bullet, he helped the two-headed demon turn the tide, and then, right in front of them, he ripped out the demon's heart.

One of the two-headed demons showed a hint of fear, but still followed Ruger.

Ruger glanced at him and quickly moved through the blood-soaked demon battlefield.

This guy just happened to be on his way to track down the arcane mark.

In other words, it was probably not long after they were separated from the old demon.

Ruger glanced around and saw that the two-headed creature was also bald and had no demons following him. Unlike him, they must have all died. His followers had deliberately left him behind and were moving across the battlefield. Those guys could no longer keep up with him.

As Ruger walked along, he also observed the guy.

Judging from this guy's screams and the flaming whip he used, he is clearly much weaker than before. It seems that the weakness caused by losing a heart has not recovered even after so long.

After witnessing a demon swaggering in a pit duel being silently swallowed up by a tidal wave of carnivorous demons, the two-headed demon followed Ruger's footsteps even closer.

Ruger was not afraid of these weaklings at all. As long as none of them developed any strange abilities by chance, he was not afraid of any number of them coming at him.

Boom!

Luger's hair stood on end in an instant.

A burst of flame smashed a huge crater into the ground.

Dozens of nearby demons were torn apart, and hundreds more were sent flying into the sky with a loud bang.

Luger and the two-headed demon were thrown directly away.

The demons in front of him became Luger's shield. He felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, and he was already flying in mid-air. When he saw the flames, he used the unicorn in his hand to shield himself.

The demons that were closer to him and blocking his way were already motionless in mid-air, while the two that were still moving only twitched occasionally out of instinct.

Before it even landed in mid-air, the second form of the foul-smelling skin was already undergoing a magical transformation.

Bang!
He slammed heavily to the ground and let out a long breath.

He immediately tried to move his hands and feet, and as he expected, he was unable to get up easily for a while. This was also the reason why he had cast a spell to transform his foul-smelling skin in advance.

This also reminded him of a problem: if he lost consciousness, given his mastery and compatibility with the two spells, he could continuously cast the Foul Skin spell even while sleeping. He had done the same thing in the kobold den. Although he hadn't trained in the Stingy Fall Magic in this way, he figured it wouldn't be bad. He just didn't know if Mahama could do it.

Ruger took another deep breath and tried to get up a second time.

He didn't want to linger too long or attract too much attention. His foul-smelling skin had already drawn a group of demons around him, the fallen ones forming a circle—the first gluttons to have their eyes on him.

He stood up unsteadily, feeling slightly dizzy, but the soreness in his limbs was quickly subsiding.

The groans of the two-headed demon came from not far away. Seeing Luger stand up, he also tried to get up. To be precise, he kept trying. The moment he fell, as a demon, he knew he had to stand up, but he had not succeeded. Luger's foul-smelling skin unintentionally saved him.

Ruger watched as the two heads, constantly getting up and falling back down, continued their argument. He was truly surprised that the guy was unaffected by the stench of the skin. Ruger strolled over, pulled him up, and simultaneously stopped the spellcasting of the stench of the skin, transforming into the first form of the spell.

It seems I need to hurry and get to Mahama's side. If something unexpected happens, wouldn't my trip as his companion have been in vain? Ruge thought to himself.

The two-headed demon seemed somewhat afraid of his arrival, but seeing Luger about to leave, it dared not delay. It swayed and picked up some demon flesh from the ground, stuffing it into its mouth as it ate and walked, speeding up its recovery.

After a chase.

Ruger gradually realized that something was wrong.

It seems that this group of demons was not scattered, but rather abandoned by the old demon along the way.

So, his old friend, the big Mahama, was ridden away by the old devil!

There were about a dozen demons, including the two-headed demon, gathered near the old demon and those with signs. They were probably all used as vanguards, abandoned along the way. It was as if the old demon was leading his demons in a foolish charge, moving forward while abandoning those who got entangled, and then continuing on.

Ruger fought and dodged his way through, prioritizing dodging in order to move forward quickly.

After the minor mishap, he developed an even greater fondness for densely populated areas inhabited primarily by weak, consuming demons.

Although he became a formal wizard, the sensing distance of the arcane mark did not increase much, so Mahama should not be far from him. He was just moving around, which slowed down the rendezvous time.

While carefully dodging, Ruger also picked out some interesting demons that he could quickly deal with, either to collect materials or to eat their hearts to recover from his injuries and regain his strength. Occasionally, he would avoid dealing with troublesome or difficult demons.

Finally, the old demon appeared before them. This old fellow, dressed in bulky clothes, was huddled behind Mahama's neck, and the large number of demons that had gathered around him were now few in number.

And just as Ruger had predicted, they were charging in one direction, as if they had some clear purpose.

Luger approached silently, returning to the old demon's command, and the weakened two-headed demon followed him all the way.

The return of the two demons immediately pleased the old demon.

The speed of movement increased again.

As Ruger fought, he glanced at Mahama. This guy seemed to have obediently forgotten the ascension ritual and was fully immersed in the killing and riding life, his big hands smashing demons into mincemeat.

Unlike demons who kill on impulse, the old demon constantly commands others.

Gradually, Ruger realized that the old man was directing his demons to burrow into the weaker demons, just like he had done before. But as they moved forward, the focus shifted to avoiding the powerful demons.

As the fighting raged, weaker demons died in large numbers, while powerful demons were devoured in every corner. Blood and flesh were mixed into a muddy mess, and the stench of burning permeated the air with the power of numerous fire-based spells. One could easily slip and fall into the bloody mud, and many demons ended their lives the moment they fell, adding moisture to the mud.

Under the old demon's diligent command, the number of demons traveling with him continued to decrease, and the rate of attrition was accelerating.

Ruger sensed a gaze and turned his head slightly. It was none other than Lord Mahama, the most stable mount on the battlefield.

The two exchanged glances.

Suddenly, a melodious laugh rang out, clearly audible amidst the chaotic, endless swamp of flesh and blood, and deeply touching the heart.

(End of this chapter)