Being a blood demon in Terra? I have it in my lifetime!

While Mandela was still surprised, the officers of Deep Pool did not stop and continued to charge towards Lucifer.

They were constantly observing Lucifer's movements, but they could only see Lucifer's eerie red eyes and the blood mist that flashed across their field of vision.

The blood mist dissipated, and Lucifer had disappeared from the spot, leaving only an unclear afterimage that quietly passed through their defense line.

"Excuse me, can you lend me your hand for a moment?"

They looked in fear in the direction of the sound and saw that Lucifer had walked behind them without them noticing, with his feet on an invisible river of blood that was as deep as the abyss.

They were about to turn around to defend themselves, but the creepy blood river suddenly stretched out blood thorns and pierced their flesh and limbs.

Although they suffered fatal wounds with their bodies pierced, they still had the strength to struggle. However, just as they started to steam, they felt that all the strength in their bodies was being sucked away by the bloody branches.

"Um..."

"There's something dirty..."

The fresh blood representing life was taken into Lucifer's pocket and turned into food and nutrients for the blood demon as well as a backup hidden energy source.

Seeing this scene, Mandela, who was sweating profusely, was so nervous that she could hardly speak, and fear seemed to crawl up her spine.

Watching Lucifer walking towards him step by step, Mandela subconsciously summoned a stone shield to block in front of him.

However, Lucifer could even break through Logos's banshee barrier, so Mandela's earth and stone shield was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot for him.

Lucifer first stroked Mandela's shield, and then trickles of blood emerged from his palms, constantly eroding Mandela's shield and piercing it.

In less than the blink of an eye, the earth and stone shield that Mandela was so proud of was torn apart by Lucifer easily like tearing a loaf of bread from a slice of bread.

“Eh… wu?!”

As the shield broke, Lucifer grabbed Mandela's throat with the Undying Grip.

Although Lucifer in front of her was extremely terrifying in Mandela's eyes, she still chose to be stubborn.

"...Just kill me! Shenchi will definitely avenge me anyway! You are nothing compared to the leader's power!"

"You're right, but don't get involved with cats and dogs."

Hearing Lucifer's casual answer, Mandela couldn't help but smile with relief.

"Cats and dogs...Haha! You are so ignorant! You don't understand the greatness of the leader at all! She is Draco! She is the hope for the revival of Tara! She is the overlord who will conquer Victoria!"

“——Roar↑Roar↓If you’re going to say that, then I won’t be sleepy anymore.”

After hearing what Mandela said about Draco and Victoria, Lucifer couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

If Texas and the others saw Lucifer like this, it would most likely be his amazing wisdom taking effect again.

"The plan has changed. I need a human guide now."

"...?"

Hearing this, Mandela couldn't help but cast a puzzled look at Lucifer.

Lucifer just raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and the fresh blood was leaping flexibly at his fingertips, as if he couldn't wait to tear something apart.

"Hakimi, you don't want to be turned into a blood bag, right? Otherwise, you know my methods~"

"Goo!"

158

Chapter 158: You have been harmed by Lucifer all your life.

"I heard that you went to meet Rhodes Island before, Scavenger."

"Yes, it's a pity that I didn't get to see the alien demon king with my own eyes."

The Scavenger King and the Shapeshifter sat in the seats in the conference room, but they were not holding a solemn or dignified royal court meeting. They were just chatting with each other as usual in Kazdel.

The sitting Scavenger King looked up at the Shapeshifter curled up in the chair, who seemed to be holding a thin book in her hands.

"What are you looking at?"

"Hmm? The novel written by Yan people is quite interesting. Do you want to take a look?"

The shapeshifter showed the cover of the book, on which was a title written in Yan Guoyu: The Domineering President Falls in Love with Me.

"…We'll talk about it when we have a chance."

Although the Scavenger King knew a little bit of Yan language, he couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable when he saw the name of the novel's slogan.

All I can say is that it fits the stereotype of shapeshifters that the Scavenger King has had for the past two hundred years.

And seeing that the Scavenger King had no interest, the Shapeshifter continued to immerse himself in the linguistic charm of the book.

Perhaps this sugar-laden novel is a little childish for the Scavenger King, but it’s just right for the Shapeshifters.

Although the logic and settings are a mess, fun always comes from unconventional operations - this is what Lucifer taught the shapeshifters.

Seeing this, the Scavenger King decided to change the subject.

"Where are Teresis and Ducarre?"

"On your way back, a group of people from Rhodes Island quietly came to the edge of Londinium. They should be dancing with the Londinium self-defense army on the city wall. Tracys and Dukare are responsible for dealing with them. And what about that guy... Man?"

The shapeshifter answered the Scavenger King while flipping through the novel.

"…Then why are you still here?"

The Scavenger King had anticipated the attack on Rhodes Island, but he didn't understand why the Shapeshifter could still spare the time to read novels when Tracys and the Blood Demon Lord had already sent out their entire armies to attack.

"You didn't ask me to defend Rhodes Island."

The shapeshifter shrugged his shoulders slightly and spread his hands, paying tribute to the legendary idea king Lucifer.

Seeing the shapeshifter's expression that said "Even if I am 99% responsible, you don't have 1% responsibility?", the Scavenger King wanted to criticize her sharply: You have been harmed by Lucifer in this life.

But after thinking about it, the King of Scavengers swallowed the words back.

After pondering for a long time, the Scavenger King slowly stood up and floated in the air.

"Forget it. The Duke's fleet outside Londinium is still eyeing us. My soldiers and I need to stay prepared in the military tent."

After saying that, the Scavenger King floating in the air slowly left, leaving the Transformer who was reading a novel alone in the conference room to relax and have fun.

On the other hand, Manfred was in a terrible situation.

"How many times have we fought?"

"I can't say. In my childhood memories, we were always fighting."

Manfred and Ascalon stood on the walls of Londinium, facing each other.

Looking at Ascalon who insisted on standing in front of him, Manfred couldn't help but show a trace of sadness on his face.

"If Mr. Lucifer knew that we were killing each other, he would probably be very angry."

In response, Askalon, who still maintained an expressionless face, swung his hidden blade and said coldly:

"If my choice is wrong, I will go to the teacher to confess my sins, but not now."

As soon as he finished speaking, Askalon turned into a shadow in the darkness, with the sharp hidden blade pointing directly at Manfred's throat.

However, even though Manfred had been studying literature with Theresis and the Military Committee for several years, he still had not forgotten his own unique skills.

The collisions between the sword blade and the hidden blade created brilliant sparks.

Ding!

As the two blades intersected once again, Manfred gripped his hilt even tighter.

A streak of bright red magic flowed across Manfred's blade, surprising Ascalon.

"this is……?"

"I learned this from teacher Lucifer."

As Manfred finished his words, the scarlet light turned into a crescent-shaped sword energy that caused a violent explosion between the two of them. Even the city wall was cut off by a corner of the crescent-shaped sword that Manfred hit close to his face.

Before the smoke and dust had completely dissipated, Ascalon appeared not far from Manfred.

Fortunately, Ascalon, who had learned this move under Lucifer, only had a few strands of his purple-red hair chopped off. If it were someone else, they would probably have suffered heavy losses because of the first kill.

Manfred was not surprised by this result.

"They were all taught by the same teacher, so there's no way to break their moves."

Perhaps Manfred reminded him of his memories of Lucifer, Ascalon curled the corners of his mouth slightly and spoke slowly, imitating Lucifer's accent and intonation.

"Cooking, just practice more."

"..."

Ascalon and Manfred were pulling on the city wall, and the others were not idle either.

There is something for everyone in Londinium.

"Alphanil, I share the same opinion with Ramalen - you were cuter when you were a child."

"If you only dwell on fragments of the past, you will drown in the past, Dukare."

Logos was wearing the uniform of the Banshee Court, holding a bone pen in his hand, and standing in the field of vision of the Blood Demon Lord.

Perhaps the two Lords of the Court would have pushed the intensity of the confrontation to the maximum, but Logos and Bloodseeker simply stood there, exchanging attacks with only words.

The Blood Demon Lord's light-colored eyes carried a hint of subtlety.

Decades ago, Logos was just a baby playing with his blood creation, but in the blink of an eye, the young banshee was standing in the same position as him, calling him by his name.

"The Sarkaz need changes and a turnaround. You know this better than me, Dukare."

"Hehe... Of course, but we are just using the method that the Sarkaz are best at. Just like when you need it most, will you refuse the banshee's spell?"

The Blood Demon Lord's answer made Logos' eyes narrow.

A stream of blood twisted and came in front of Logos, but was blocked by the banshee's spell.

Then, the Blood Demon Lord withdrew his witchcraft and blood, and turned his attention to the city wall.

"Or, why don't you tell me about that alien demon king? What can she bring? Can she do the same thing as Theresa?"

The Blood Demon Lord's gaze was sharp and harsh, as if he were a cunning villain who would stab someone in the back at any time.

After a moment, Logos couldn't help but speak again.