Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 491 Flesh and Mud
The laughter was just like the roars of the lords before. If the roars were like thunderclaps flashing across the tepid, unchanging sky of the abyss, then the laughter was like the drizzle that followed the thunder, falling softly and flowing into the heart.

Ruger was momentarily stunned, and at the same time, the entire battlefield of flesh and blood seemed to freeze for a split second.

Then came roars from all sides, seemingly expressing their dissatisfaction with the source of the laughter.

The battlefield of flesh and blood surged once more, with hordes of demons resembling an endless sea, seemingly a single entity. Yet, each part of the battlefield was a collection of individual, fallen lives. Weaker demons distinguished friend from foe, and influenced by the battlefield, they would swarm towards stronger enemies. Slightly stronger demons fought individually, their instincts no longer fully compelling them, but they were also more dangerous. Demons a level above them were much more capricious, often indiscriminately attacking friend or foe in pursuit of their goals.

Ruger opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of black and red stuff. The unfortunate demon had kicked up a large patch of mud on the ground before he died, making his mouth smell awful.

At this moment, the demons were like tireless soldiers, relentlessly attacking the demons that carried the aura of different lords.

Ruger no longer even knew which direction he had come from.

The old demon was still patting Mahama's head, occasionally giving orders to the demons to change direction and avoid danger. Their group was like a small reef in a wave of demons.

Ruger raised an eyebrow, a mixture of curiosity and surprise on his face. He was surprised by the old demon's composure and wondered what he was planning to do.

It can't really be as simple as just charging into battle and killing the enemy.

Perhaps describing them as reefs is not accurate. Under the command of the old demon, their group was more like jumping onto reefs one by one in the waves of demonic strangulation, choosing one slightly safe place to land.

Mahama looked at Rug with curiosity in her eyes, wanting to see what this strange old demon was up to.

Ruger understood his meaning, so he became less conservative and took the initiative to step forward to help this valiant demon army advance.

The demons seemed tireless, or perhaps they were like saplings, absorbing nutrients from the blood and gore as they trod. The fighting continued, and the demons grew increasingly excited, as if they had lost all fear of death.

Ruger moved his foot, and the wave seemed to be really turning into a real wave, which was extremely terrifying, and upon closer inspection, even a bit far-fetched.

As they walked, the terrain seemed to be slightly low, so a large amount of blood and mud had accumulated under their feet. Once everything calmed down and settled, it would probably resemble a small lake, with flesh and mud as the bottom and blood as the surface.

Although Luger no longer knew his location, one thing was certain: it was really far away, and it had been a really long time.

The demons here seem endless, as if countless more are arriving from all directions to join them, just as they did on their march.

What started as a relentless journey turned into a relentless battle.

Luger and Mahama have focused more of their attention on the old demon, and they only have a few dozen demons left with them, thanks to the old demon and Luger.

Luger had lost count of how many demon hearts he had consumed. In order to maintain his condition, he had even stopped being picky about food and would stuff them into his mouth whenever the opportunity arose during the battle.

Mahama isn't much better, but this guy's physical condition is indeed formidable.

Suddenly, the old demon leaped down and ran forward.

Ruger, of course, wouldn't let it go. He dealt with a slimy, handless demon and followed after it.

Mahama naturally followed Rug.

The demon behind was taken aback, and then followed behind Mahama.

Ruger sped along, and the old demon in front of him was also changing in shape. Just like when they first met, he became tall and strong, filling out his bulky clothes.

It becomes taller and easier to track.

As Luger was thinking this, the old demon's figure suddenly disappeared.

Ruger smashed through the demons in his path, and even recklessly leaped into the air.

"Gone?" Mahama shoved several demons aside and rushed forward. Ruger glanced at him, nodded, and wandered around the area in thought.

Seeing his condition, Mahama took the initiative to deal with the enemy demons swarming in from the vicinity.

Ruger squinted and suddenly looked down at his feet. The stench of the skin and the condensed gray bullet magic swept over him, clearing a large area.

Gradually, a relatively calm water surface was obtained.

The swamp of blood and flesh seemed to be flowing towards some place, very slowly and so very inconspicuously. If a group of fighting demons were to interfere, it would never be discovered.

Luger looked in the direction where the flesh and blood were flowing, and suddenly started running, trying to jump towards the expected location.

Whoosh!
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a cave.

He didn't move, but observed his surroundings. He looked closely at the place where he had landed. It seemed to be a bone, similar to a thick leg bone, but very large. The hollow, cracked leg bone was like a passage. At the entrance of the passage, there seemed to be a force blocking the flesh and mud, but a little mud still leaked in through the crack.

Bang!
Mahama has successfully landed.

In that instant, Ruger witnessed Mahama pass through the cracks and the force that blocked the flesh and blood.

Then, even more figures appeared; all those guys actually followed, a total of more than twenty demons traveling together.

The two-headed demon, who stumbled and fell along the way to survive, was naturally among them.

Ruger remained silent, simply watching them. After their initial curiosity and excitement subsided, the demons looked at Ruger with fear and fell silent.

"Wow!"

The two-headed demon presented a piece of blood crystal to Luger as if it were a treasure.

"Lord Mind Snatcher."

He spoke excitedly with one head while chewing a small piece of food with the other.

Luger glanced at it and saw that it was a completely different kind of blood crystal.

It was crystal clear, yet completely devoid of any bloody smell.

The demons, who had just quieted down, started to stir again, seemingly attracted by the blood crystal, and they all shook their heads and looked around.

Luger smiled slightly and, speaking in his modified Abyssal language, asked, "How does it feel to eat?"

The two-headed demon's expression changed. Just as one head was about to explain, the other head nodded with a smile, seemingly very pleased.

"I feel my injuries are healing. This is a high-quality blood crystal I've never seen before, even better than the lord's..." the leader said happily.

The other head looked at Ruger with concern.

But Luger didn't make things difficult for him. Instead, he looked around and eventually found another cluster in the corner.

This place looks like a spacious underground cave, rather than a man-made structure.

Ruger glanced at them, and seeing that he didn't stop them, the demons began to scatter, searching for the blood crystal.

He put away the blood crystal he had just found, exchanged a glance with Mahama, and then they walked together into the depths of the cave.

(End of this chapter)