Erii: A Journey Through the Heavens Begins with Frilian

puff~

puff~

Thick, sticky blisters swelled up from the severed flesh of the bull demon's neck.

Immediately afterwards, visible magical energy flowed out, and the headless corpse actually twitched and stood up.

Puff puff!

More and more blisters burst out, the flesh and blood becoming a tangled mess, resembling a jar of vomit being stirred up.

"A new magical fluctuation has appeared. What is hidden inside this demon?" As expected of an ancient being, Frilian quickly came to a conclusion.

puff--

A yellowish-white oval object resembling an insect egg was squeezed out from the cross-section.

Accompanied by a series of dull thuds, the head, neck, arms, and torso were torn apart and stretched out, revealing what appeared to be a person's upper body!

This was a burly man who was completely naked, with skin like ancient metal and muscle contours resembling those of a sculpture in classical art. Yet, his face was strikingly handsome and otherworldly, with long, dark blue hair cascading down like a waterfall, and a pair of bull horns winding and rising from between his strands.

But that's not the point.

His lower body was not born; his lower body was completely integrated with the body of the Mountain Bull Demon, forming a half-human, half-bull form.

"It was you insects who killed my pet and disturbed my hibernation?"

The man's voice was extremely languid, filled with arrogance and contempt.

"What the hell is this?" the female mage asked in fear.

"Demons," Frilian replied, a grim and menacing expression on her face.

Erii, standing to the side, raised her eyebrows in surprise; she had never seen such an expression on Frilian's face before.

This is an unparalleled and merciless pure hatred for the demon race!

"What? Demons!"

Upon hearing this, all the adventurers were terrified and took several steps back in unison.

Although the Demon King has been slain for decades, the psychological trauma that the demon race once inflicted on humanity lingers like a dark cloud.

This was also the first time Philon had encountered an unexpected demon. She unconsciously gripped her wand, revealing her barely concealed nervousness.

Erii noticed this and gently patted Philon on the shoulder.

During the journey, she had Frilian tell her about the demons.

This race, born of magical favor and grace, originated from monsters. They possess not only exceptional magical talent but also the characteristics of monsters and the bodies of humans.

But they lack human social emotions, or one could say they lack a "heart".

Blood ties, true love, bonded friendships, guilt and loyalty, pity and compassion, a sense of justice for the country and its people—these are all complex emotions involving interpersonal relationships and intertwined feelings that they cannot comprehend.

However, it does possess the body's instinctive reactions such as arrogance, fear, anger, pain, and pleasure.

To put it bluntly, it simply adheres to the principle of beastly violence, with no emotional factors in its deeper thinking logic; it only has simple, brutal savagery and rationality.

Frilian repeatedly warned Erii that demons are monsters disguised as humans, and that she should never treat them as her own kind, nor should she show them any sympathy, pity, or kindness.

After all, in the eyes of the self-proclaimed noble demons, elves, dwarves, humans, and other human races are nothing more than food and toys.

……

"I am Modoko, the Plague Lord, and the messenger of the Calamity, one of the Seven Sages of Collapse," the demon asked condescendingly. "You lowly insects, has the great Demon King already enslaved humanity?"

"No," Philon said in an unfriendly tone, "The Demon King was defeated by the hero eighty years ago, and only two of the Seven Sages survived!"

Modoko remained silent for a few seconds before saying with an icy expression, "What a sorry sight. The hero you mentioned, is he the guy with blue hair? Is his name... Simmel?"

As he uttered the name, his sharp teeth scraped together with a harsh sound, and his face was filled with the primal hatred and fear of a wild beast.

"Plague Lord Modok~" Frilian murmured to herself, as if remembering something, "I know, one night Simmel came back very late, he said that when he got up to go to the toilet, he also took care of a demon who was spreading plague curses everywhere, his name was something like Modok."

Frillie paused, blinked, and asked earnestly, "It's you, isn't it? But why were you resurrected? Hmm... it's a strange magic I've never heard of before!"

"That's right! The parasitic magic I've been painstakingly researching has finally reached its zenith as I face death!" Modok exclaimed excitedly. "I have to thank Simmel for giving me the chance to transform and be reborn, and also for giving me the chance to tear him apart with my own hands!"

"He died of old age," Frilian said softly, her eyes lowered. "You woke up too late."

Modoko's fanatical smile froze, then he stared intently at Frilian. "You're an elf? You know Simmel? Then tearing you apart is no different!"

Frillie ignored her, scanning the other's body with a thoughtful gaze, and said with disgust and sarcasm, "Parasite magic? I think I understand now. What a disgusting magic, like a parasite, barely surviving, even if reborn, it becomes neither human nor ghost... I think you are the worm, a lowly, filthy, ugly parasite."

"court death--"

As expected, Modoko broke through the defenses, its hooves digging wildly into the ground.

Just then, Frilian felt her clothes being tugged, and Erii's soft voice reached her ears.

"The plague curse... Is the plague in the village of the barbecue uncle related to him?"

"It's very likely," Frilian replied.

The plague curse should have disappeared with the death of the caster, but Modoko has been parasitizing the monster in the form of an egg, which not only avoids the magician's detection but also allows the plague to continue to rage intermittently in the surrounding area.

Whoosh whoosh!

Modoko waved his arms as if playing a musical instrument, and beams of magical light containing the curse of plague crisscrossed and shot out.

With a gentle lift, Frilian unleashed a massive defensive spell that enveloped everyone, easily blocking the attack.

With perfect coordination, Philon immediately unleashed "Demon-Slaying Magic," a technique modified by Frilian based on murder magic and specifically designed to target demons.

rumbling~

Using his immense physical advantage, Modoko darted back and forth through the cave, relying on the armor on his torso to withstand Philon's counterattacks one after another.

Kefiren's attacks grew increasingly fierce, and he unleashed them with all his might under Frilian's defense.

With a "thud," Modoko was hit in the waist and abdomen, leaving a shocking semi-circular gash.

"What kind of evil magic is this? It's just like Quar's murderous magic!"

He was shocked and furious, and quickly mobilized his magic, causing his wounds to regenerate and heal themselves.

Suddenly, Modoko realized that one person seemed to be missing from the group—a stunningly beautiful human who even he, a demon, couldn't help but glance at twice.

Before he could get a good look, Philon's attack came again, which made him frustrated. Instead of retreating, he charged forward at full speed towards the crowd, intending to crush them one by one with absolute physical impact.

"Um?"

A horrified glance from the corner of my eye sent a shiver down my spine.

Erii suddenly appeared behind Modok, and instead of drawing her sword, she grabbed at his hind leg with her bare hands.

"Overestimating yourself!" he sneered, suppressing his unease and ignoring Erii.

But the next moment, he was jolted backward, violently thrown up by a terrifying force.

Take off backwards from the spot!

"How is that possible?"

Modoko looked back and saw the tall, slender girl striking a pose reminiscent of Lin Daiyu uprooting a willow tree, and somehow managed to fling him away.

bang——

His massive body crashed violently against the rock wall, sending rocks flying everywhere. The visually stunning scene left everyone speechless.

"Frilian, is this right?" Philon asked, stunned.

Frillie scratched her face and muttered to herself, "Is she even human?"