Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 498 Noise and Quiet

Ruger raised an eyebrow. This guy was really tenacious. Perhaps, as they've always said, a demon with intelligence is a true demon. He could suppress his instincts on the battlefield of flesh and blood, making him tenacious and difficult to deal with.

Ruger glanced at them, picked one that looked pleasing to the eye, and then waved his hand, acknowledging the two-headed creature's offering.

Legend has it that a wizard cultivated a tree that grew demon hearts. By watering it with only a small amount of demon blood, the tree would bear fruit year after year, which was a tree full of demon hearts. However, it is said that the wizard used it to feed his magical pet, and there was a magical pet that liked to devour demon hearts.

This was something the wizard Zorn said when he was drunk, right there in that beautiful inn with rats, so Ruger guessed that he might also be a wizard on a path similar to that of the Beast King Wizard.

Ruger and his demons stepped over the corpses one by one, but the corpses seemed endless. After crossing a slope, there were still many more ahead, but the way they fell was no longer so orderly.

These demons are incomparable to the massive force that Luger and his companions had amassed day and night, but their sheer size is certainly not a coincidence that they gathered together.

Ruger looked at the succubus lord sitting blankly on the high earthen slope in the distance.

He strongly suspected that these demons were subordinates of the succubus lord, and that the succubus lord had killed them.

Perhaps out of weariness with the bloody battlefield, or perhaps out of a rejection of the foolish demons, the fallen demons all seemed to be a kind of creature that was unlikely to produce intelligent beings.

As the terrain undulates, looking up, the fallen demons lead towards the succubus lord, like a wide and long carpet spread across the land, their blood trickling onto the battlefield of flesh and blood—a black and red carpet that undulates with the terrain.

At the end of the carpet of flesh and blood was the high-rising earthen mound. It was a pity that there was no full moon to accompany it, otherwise it would have been a beautiful yet eerie scene.

Luger and his demons arrived at the bottom of the earthen slope.

The succubus lord, seemingly admiring the scenery, rested her chin on her hand, turned to look at them, and revealed the same smile as before.

"You have overcome the effects of the bloody battlefield, which makes you truly intelligent demons, and you deserve to live," the succubus lord said softly, then ignored them.

The exhausted and wounded demons seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, slumped down at the foot of the earthen slope, and quietly began to rest.

Luger sat down quietly, listening to the succubus lord's words, as if confirming his previous guess.

This is a creature that seems to follow a pattern, yet is actually elusive. Perhaps she has been harboring resentment for a long time, and every few years she comes here to engage in a futile battle, vying for the Abyss Lord position that no one can achieve, and even if they do, she has no intention of becoming. Perhaps that wizard once painted many interesting pictures for her, or perhaps that wizard even showed her strength far exceeding that of an ordinary lord, so everything makes her feel bored. She brought her demon army here, and seeing their eager expressions, she was further annoyed by their lack of intelligence.

Ruger blinked, and based on the succubus lord's words and the scene in the cave, that was exactly what he meant.

Mahama sat not far from him, and the two would occasionally exchange glances.

The old demon no longer flaunted its power; it had already climbed off Mahama's shoulder on the road and was resting obediently beside the two-headed demon, just like an ordinary demon.

The terrain here is high up, so you can see the bloody battle in the distance, but surprisingly, you still can't see the end of the battlefield on the other side.

All that could be seen was that some demons were rushing in from all directions, unable to control themselves as they plunged into the swamp of flesh and blood.

Ruger looked at Mahama. With the succubus lord here, they never dared to secretly stay on the battlefield of flesh and blood. After all, staying there was not only about assessing the danger from the succubus lord, but also the danger they might encounter themselves while entangled in that swamp of flesh and blood. Compared to the other, it was safer to walk out.

Demons are relatively loosely organized, and their so-called lords don't have as many affairs as humans. So even if you follow the succubus lord back to his territory after knowing the location, you can still find a chance to sneak back.

Demons are ferocious and unrestrained.

The succubus lord's unwavering belief that might makes right likely stemmed from witnessing the wizard's power.

So-called wisdom still adheres to the mindset of the devil, and this is unchangeable.

This was the first time in a long time that Luger had not meditated for such a long period of time, but he felt pretty good. In this abyss, in this battle, in the devouring of every demon heart, he could feel some subtle changes happening to him, and even his mindset would change.

Ruger silently kept it in mind. Perhaps one day, he too would be stuck at a certain level like those old wizards, powerless to change anything. After many fruitless attempts, he could take a gamble. For example, he could use the merit stones he had accumulated over the years in the lair of the demon hunter wizards to issue a commission. He could find a powerful demon hunter wizard to help him forget his past under the protection of a contract, transform into a demon, and freely roam a level in the abyss. He could leave a time limit on the commission, and after several decades or hundreds of years, someone could accept it to awaken him. Perhaps a miracle would happen.

This was not his fantasy, but a genuine feeling from his heart.

It was as if the vitality of a leaping life force was whispering to him in every inch of his flesh and skin.

Looking at the battlefield of demons' flesh and blood, and then at Mahama, Ruger suddenly felt that Mahama's teacher seemed a bit unreliable.

The succubus lord sat quietly at the highest point, as if admiring the distant scenery. Although it was just a desolate landscape, this was the norm in the abyss. More than 90% of the abyss layers were like this, while some special and different ones often represented more terrifying environments and more terrifying lords.

The red-skinned demon waited silently to the side.

As demons with the least say, Luger and the others could only wait quietly, even praying that nothing unexpected would happen.

Ruger closed his eyes and began to continue to deduce the modification of the Gray Bullet spell in his mind, but it was only a preliminary and rudimentary deduction. He could not make any subconscious attempts, otherwise there would be subconscious fluctuations in mental energy or spells.

He currently has three first-level spells in the pipeline: Seed of Flesh, Blood of Loyalty, and Flame Spike.

The first-circle spell, the Flaming Nail Spear, was part of his reward for this trip; it was a valuable gift from Mahama.

This guy successfully figured out Ruger's preferences, and Ruger was very interested in this spell.

The strange fire-manipulating spell, which even involved a tiny bit of spatial power, made it hard for him to refuse. Of course, he wouldn't refuse this big guy either; witnessing him become a wizard was something that interested him.

The demons' battles gradually faded into the whispers of the wind, or perhaps into something else entirely.

The endless ringing in my ears eventually made it stop bothering me.

(End of this chapter)