The Evil Soul Master is actually myself

The world fell into a strange silence, with only the ever-emerging dark red magma revealing its 'activated' side, accompanied by a thick, pungent sulfurous aura.

This geothermal magma is no good either; it contains the last wails and despair of the world's consciousness. It is a terrifying poison that can even corrode demons. There is no life, and everything is so desolate.

Two enormous demons approached, their forms as expected bizarre. One had three heads and six arms, resembling the legends, and its body was several meters tall with dark purple skin adorned with dark red demonic patterns. Su Ming's expression changed upon seeing this.

The other is the image of a traditional Western fire demon, with wings that blot out the sky and its body wrapped in an inextinguishable dark red flame, exuding a solemn and enormous aura.

Two demons stood side by side, uttering a strange, demonic language that was not the language of Douluo Continent.

Su Ming hid in the shadows using [Disguise], secretly eavesdropping and constantly channeling his mental energy to capture the creature's thoughts and translate them into familiar language.

“That’s strange. I noticed something unusual here before. It might be the appearance of a fragmented treasure.” The demon with three heads made of baboons said.

"Could it have been taken by other demons? I wanted to offer it to the Mother of Creep," the Balrog murmured.

A strange glint flashed in Su Ming's eyes. This complex language, imbued with a demonic quality, was far richer in meaning than ordinary language. It seemed to subtly invoke some power of rules, making it far more advanced than simple language.

A few syllables conveyed the meaning of a sentence or paragraph: that incomplete "treasure thief," or more accurately, a primordial treasure condensed from a destroyed world that had died, carrying with it the world's final madness.

In a normal world, it would most likely be a supreme innate treasure, but in the abyss world, it is an absolute calamity, emanating an aura that even evil creatures cannot withstand, making it a great weapon of destruction.

"What do we do now? The blood tax isn't enough, and we both have to use it to fill the gap. We finally saw a glimmer of hope, but it turned out to be false," the three-headed baboon said in despair, a hint of fear flashing in its six vertical eyes.

Upon hearing this, Su Ming glanced sideways at the three-headed demon. As expected of a bizarre and evil creature, while ordinary people have horizontal eyes, this one had eerie and terrifying vertical eyes. Two narrow cracks split open to the left and right, revealing murky pupils in the center.

The fact that such chaotic creatures can feel fear and submit suggests that the [Mother of Creep] is extremely powerful, perhaps even a lord of the abyss.

Su Ming pondered for the moment and decided not to make any rash moves. He sensed that both demons were quite powerful, with auras equivalent to the Soul Saint realm of a Douluo, and the kind of Soul Saint who maintained their Martial Soul True Body state at all times.

Finally, the two demons scavenged the surrounding area thoroughly, digging three feet into the ground, and left with a sense of weariness after finding nothing. Su Ming followed behind them, silently observing the world.

The Abyss Plane is no place for business. Along the way, he saw the earth split open with countless gaps. He might be walking on the road when suddenly swallowed by a pool of water, or walking on a seemingly flat road when suddenly falling into an endless pit.

Even wisps of pale souls rose up, emitting eerie shrieks, bewitching demons to fly like moths to a flame.

The native inhabitants here, the demons, are not necessarily living a good life. They are often in danger of losing their lives. This is too similar to the later stages of the Calamity World, where everything is distorted, all common sense is no longer certain, and the rules are chaotic.

Su Ming strongly suspected that the Underworld Lord had borrowed from the Abyss in that assessment world.

"This place is probably not the Abyss Plane of Douluo Continent III," Su Ming sighed. He speculated that this place was more like the endless abyss of the cosmic ruins. As for the Abyss Plane of Douluo Continent III, it seemed to be in a semi-destroyed normal world, where the bodies and essences of all things had undergone changes, but had not yet completely fallen into the endless abyss.

As long as he could devour the Douluo Continent, he could be reborn, even though the ending was a failure.

Rumble!

Quite unexpectedly, the two demons walking side by side in front of each other suddenly started fighting and clashed violently.

One second they were calling each other brothers and traveling together, the next they instantly turned on each other and launched a sneak attack.

Seeing this, Su Ming was stunned for a moment, but then he understood, thinking about the chaotic and ridiculous lineup of the demons.

"Damn three-headed baboon, you really were planning to use me to replace the Blood Tax!" the massive, burly fire demon roared, his body bursting with endless crimson flames. With a pull, a jet-black two-handed greatsword was reforged from the black flames.

The two colossal figures engaged in a fierce battle in the relatively safe wasteland. They fought with such intensity that they were determined to fight to the death, and the strange power they exerted with each move silently corroded the exposed rocks around them.

This energy is fundamentally different from Douluo Soul Power, and can be described as bizarre.

"Hmph, ten years ago you sacrificed a unit of my elite berserker demons as a 'blood tax,' and you've been deliberately teaming up with my troops all this time. Aren't you still after my army?"

The three-headed baboon sneered, "The other party has a criminal record; he's not as reckless as I thought."

The two demons exchanged dozens of blows, each one deadly, fighting with all their might. Black and dark green demon blood spilled out, one of the three-headed baboons' heads was severed, and one of the fire demon's bat-bone wings was torn off.

Su Ming was terrified, fearing that the 'native' he had finally found would fight to the death. Just as he was about to take action to subdue the two demons...

They suddenly stopped.

With their bodies covered in wounds and grinning, they returned to the military camp. As they fought, the two demons suddenly realized that if they continued fighting, they would perish together. Not wanting to benefit their subordinates who were eager to usurp the throne, they stopped.

Su Ming was speechless. So since you all knew that the other side had ulterior motives, why didn't you prepare earlier and set up a trap? What's the point of this battle?

This is perhaps the chaos of demons. Those abyssal lords orchestrate a conspiracy over hundreds of years. If you ask them what their purpose is, they probably don't even know what they were thinking a second ago.

The highest level of conspiracy is when you don't even know who you're plotting against.

Following the two demons back to the plains where their troops were stationed, they were shocked to find that two large demon armies were engaged in a chaotic battle.

Those little demons were all red-skinned, small and lewd in appearance. They were usually used as cannon fodder for high-level demons. They were chaotic and weak, only at the Soul Master level when converted to Douluo level.

Su Ming saw thousands of demons fighting in a chaotic battle, unable to even distinguish friend from foe. Several fire demons laughed wildly and threw fireballs, smashing large numbers of lesser demons to the ground, leaving them charred black and covered in dark red blood.

High-ranking demons all possess summoning abilities, while the true elites are lower-ranking demons whose bloodline is one with their race. Clearly, they are now also indulging in a carnival of slaughter.

The two returning demon overseers were not surprised by this scene, nor were they furious about the disorderly military discipline.

They simply laughed wildly and joined the slaughter.

Rumble!

The Balrog unleashed an endless sea of ​​fire without hesitation, with rings of burning light spreading out, turning the surrounding environment into a furnace. The barren land withered and cracked, and streams of crimson magma gushed out. Amidst the flowing crimson light, hundreds of demons died, turning into a charred mess.

On the other side, the three-headed, six-armed baboon wielded six crude weapons of various kinds, unleashing a rampage among the demons. Blood splattered, and severed limbs and entrails were scattered all over the ground, steaming and emitting a foul, bloody stench, just like a slaughterhouse.

Seeing this scene, Su Ming suddenly sensed that something was amiss.

The corpses of the demons, lying on the ground like straw, rose in wisps of blood mist, which contained pure primal power, as if they had been purified, and drifted towards the killing demons like condensed smoke.

He frowned and noticed that, at some point, a hazy, blood-red world had descended, containing a majestic and vast aura, carrying an immense and boundless will that emanated from the surroundings, exuding an aura that made people tremble.

A series of rules in the blood-red world began to form around a battlefield of carnage, perfectly enveloping the chaotic battle.

"This...this is the will of the abyss? The rules of the blood war?!" Su Ming, having grasped this unique Dao trace and understood all the secrets, exclaimed in surprise.

Within the abyss, a great will encourages slaughter; by killing, one can seize everything from the enemy and evolve rapidly.

The Blood Tax was based on this rule. Every year, countless cannon fodder are born from the demon race. Under the pressure of food, demon lords will take the initiative to fight, both to reduce the burden and to evolve.

Then, he saw a strange scene: as a large number of demons fell, the remaining lesser demons evolved one after another. With a series of 'plop plop' sounds of flesh tearing apart, they swelled up several times and grew some strange organs.

Even more remarkably, a very small number of creatures underwent the most intense transformation and evolution. These top killers had all taken dozens of lives with them, and the thick blood mist that drifted towards them enveloped the demon, forming a blood cocoon.

Pfft! Pfft!

Su Ming could even see through the semi-transparent blood and flesh model the monstrous creature undergoing terrifying and bizarre mutations, with chilling genetic mutations erupting violently.

Six arms and three heads are commonplace; even more extreme are twisted spider legs growing on the head, organs and viscera bulging with abscesses and tumors, the body split in two, flesh torn into a bloody web, and below is a skeleton.

Within the blood-red battlefield, cocoons of blood writhed, overflowing with a disgusting, foul-smelling, dark green liquid, while the fetuses inside struggled.

"Hahaha, slaughter, evolve!" The fire demon roared, wielding a thick whip burning with crimson flames, casually lashing out at the newly evolved great demons who had just reached a small stage of evolution, showing no regard for the lives of his minions.

The three-headed, six-armed baboon was also rapidly slaughtering the remaining demons. Of course, they didn't touch the blood embryos that were beginning to form cocoons, because they were protected by the great will of the abyss.

They either kill for pure pleasure or do it intentionally.

Half of the thick blood mist on the battlefield drifted towards the two. The burly and majestic Flame Demon radiated blood light, greedily devouring this pure blood energy. Its body was rapidly healing, its torn half of its wing was rebuilt, and the internal organs from several terrifying blood holes were healed.

It quickly returned to its peak condition. Although the Flame Demon was quite reluctant to part with the remaining thick blood mist, it still collected it in its left hand, and a crystal-clear blood sphere appeared, rising in mist.

"Now, the Wriggling Mistress should be satisfied," the Flame Demon muttered contentedly to himself.

On the other side, the three-headed baboon was also grinning, condensing the collected blood mist into a ball. It said regretfully, "It's a pity that the essence of inferior demons is of little use to us now, but at least the blood tax has been paid."

The Balrog glanced at the blood cocoons that were still undergoing metamorphosis, and curled its lip. Under the protection of the great abyss, they could not be devoured.

The blood cocoon is the most important node for every demon, a dramatic evolution, a great leap from one race to another.

There are countless low-level demons and great demons, but those powerful races that have crossed over to the mid-level, such as berserker demons, blade demons, evil hook demons, and fire demons, are not small fry to be easily dealt with. They can kill even slightly weaker high-level demons by joining forces.

However, there are naturally risks involved. Most blood cocoons will undergo a terrible genetic collapse during the violent transformation, eventually deforming into bizarre monsters with extremely short lifespans. However, their strength will be sublimated to the extreme in the condensed short demonic life, making them terrifying and unpredictable.

Even successful demons often have genetic defects that prevent them from ever reaching higher realms or evolving into stronger races.

An exception is the three-headed, six-armed baboon demon. During its transformation, the genes of the eight-armed snake demon, the three-headed hellhound, and even a trace of the two-headed baboon were mixed together. Instead of collapsing, it combined many advantages and became the Balor Flame Demon race, which was no weaker than the demon nobles.

Buzz!

The Balrog bit his finger, chanting a spell as he squeezed out drops of crystalline purple demonic blood. He then released a magic spell, drawing blood pact arrays on each blood cocoon, allowing the blood to merge into the cocoons.

If a high-ranking demon provides the true blood to aid in the Blood Cocoon Transformation, it greatly helps with gene recombination, reducing the occurrence of gene collapse. There is no need to gamble on the probability of gene recombination. However, most demons who advance as a result are degenerate forms of high-ranking demons.

For example, the Fire Demon is to the Flame Demon, and the Lust Demon is to the Succubus.

These are the guards of high-ranking demons, and the elite forces that make up the demon army.

'Pfft, pfft!'

Most of the blood cocoons successfully transformed into Fire Demons and Berserker Demons, each serving under one of the two high-ranking demons.

They joined the original guard, numbering about thirty.

The Flame Demon realized that the number of elites under its command had reached its limit; any more would risk backlash.

Demons are chaos, but not stupidity.

"Is this all that nearly ten thousand demons have produced? The quality of our soldiers has been getting worse and worse lately," the three-headed baboon said with some dissatisfaction.

"Let's go. The time for the Worm Matriarch to pay her blood tax is fast approaching," the Balrog said slowly.

Normal blood tax isn't collected at the cost of an entire army; it's collected through territorial conquests and combined with one's own resources.

However, these two demons had only recently reached the high level and didn't even have their own territory; they were still wanderers. They were plotting to cooperate and seize a territory.

The two lines, totaling over a hundred demons, slowly set off.

Su Ming followed behind them, constantly learning the rules of the abyss.

"Blood tax? Blood cocoon..." Su Ming muttered to himself, intuitively feeling that this rule would be of great benefit to him.

Just as he was thinking of continuing to follow the two demons, a sudden change occurred.

A massive, forceful demon army discovered the group of over a hundred demons. The eye demon overseer at the head of the army sneered, "Lone demons, here comes your blood tax, won't you?"

Then a sudden encounter began, with no foreplay and no rules.

The story ends with two high-ranking demons abandoning all their subordinates and fleeing in a sorry state via teleportation.

This made Su Ming realize the survival rule of the abyss... that there are no rules.

Chaos, slaughter, and atrocities unfolded in this despairing world steeped in calamity, creating an oppressive atmosphere that left people breathless.

Su Ming detected a spatial fluctuation in the void, and his third soul skill flashed. He followed the footprints of the two demons and chased after them, intending to capture them and ask them about the general situation of the abyss.

Well, Su Ming felt that with his inherent power, he could easily disguise himself as a high-level demon without getting caught in the abyss's siege.

Chapter 290 The Mother of Creep