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

After giving up the idea of ​​paying tribute to the legendary archaeologist, the group came to the interior of the "Tower of Babel".

It was clear that the system inside the ship was able to support operation, but there were still many damaged lines that were being repaired.

But the deeper he went, the more Lucifer felt something was wrong.

'There is a smell of blood in the air...but...why does it make me feel a little excited?'

Lucifer couldn't understand.

Over the past hundred years, Lucifer has conducted countless tests on himself and blood. Now, even a pure-blooded Draco, Hippogriff, or Pegasus will not arouse his instinctive excitement.

Moreover, this faint smell of blood was quite different from the blood of any race that Lucifer had ever tasted.

With a strange mentality, Lucifer, Theresa and others welcomed a green figure.

The strange medical uniform, the light green hair, and the expressionless face that was no different from Tresis and Aifanil made up the appearance of a film.

The stale smell of history hit him in the face. The last time Lucifer saw film of this purity was last time.

"I'm super, Hakimi."

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Chapter 31: Lucifer is dead

"I'm super, Hakimi, Mambo."

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Kal'tsit, who had heard that Theresa would bring a few guests, had just entered when she heard Lucifer saying something insulting her intelligence.

Those emerald green eyes reflected the appearance of Lucifer, but Kal'tsit had no memory of having seen this person before. However, he looked like a blood demon.

Thinking of this, Kal'tsit suddenly understood.

Blood demon, that's not surprising.

As someone who had dealt with Kazdel before, she knew the habits of the various Sarkaz tribes very well.

"This is the Babel Tower consultant I hired, Kal'tsit. Her medical skills are very advanced. Many of the special medicines for oripathy come from her."

Theresa kindly introduced Kal'tsit's current identity to everyone.

Lucifer observed Kal'tsit's every move and could vaguely feel a danger lurking in her. However, the threat she posed to Lucifer was not great and he could take her down with just a little effort.

Given that Theresa was present, if Kal'tsit didn't choose to jump in, Lucifer would be too lazy to argue about historical issues left over from a hundred years ago.

Kalmaren was a little upset and didn't even look at Kal'tsit.

If it weren't for Kal'tsit, the culprit who organized the war, her people would not have suffered so many casualties.

The reason why she brought Alphanil to the Tower of Babel was purely because of Theresa.

As for the remaining Ascalon and Aifanir, they had not participated in that war and had never seen Kal'tsit, but it was difficult for them to have a good impression of Filin, who had a lynx-like face in front of them.

"...I need to check the physical condition of the doctor and Amiya again. Please follow His Highness to have a look around."

Kal'tsit was tactful enough not to bring up topics that could easily explode. She simply gave a few instructions and left.

Looking at Kal'tsit's departing back, Askalon couldn't hold back any longer.

"That Feilin is my future boss? I feel like she's even harder to serve than a lazy teacher..."

"Well, Kal'tsit's personality is indeed a bit distant and cold, hahaha..."

Lucifer heard the voices in the crowd slandering him, but he ignored them.

He carefully distinguished the faint smell of blood and found that it did not come from Kal'tsit.

"Are there any other experts?"

Everyone followed Theresa to continue visiting the interior of the Tower of Babel. It was not difficult to see that Theresa had spent a lot of energy running this organization and ship.

There are big guys hired from the wilderness, Sarkaz from the tribe who voluntarily follow Theresa, and many high-end talents.

Many of the technologies and instruments that Lucifer saw might not be understood even by members of the royal court.

Until Lucifer saw an exception.

"Huh, the power channel has finally been renovated. Communication should be stable now. And...wait...what's that smell..."

After being exploited by Kal'tsit for 38 hours, Kal'tsit was sweating profusely. Just as she was about to punch out, she smelled a familiar yet unfamiliar smell.

"Is this... the smell of blood...? No! It's from the same race!"

But Lucille knew what kind of lunatics her fellow tribesmen were. When she was about to stand up, a strong hand grabbed her shoulder.

Klushier, who was sweating profusely, turned her head mechanically, only to see a pair of scarlet blood eyes staring directly at her.

"Are you also a blood demon?"

"Gua! It's a very pure blood demon! Everyone, back off!"

After saying that, Lucille was ready to take out her flying stick and fight with Lucifer.

Fortunately, Theresa noticed the abnormality here in time and stopped the loss in time, avoiding the world line in which Korciel was beaten into Korciel by Lucifer.

"Although Lucifer is the Prince of Blood Demons, he, like you, Kluchil, is actually not very warlike or bloodthirsty."

"Blood Demon Prince? Wait...Lucifer...I know you!"

Kluchil recalled that before coming to the Tower of Babel, she had heard of Prince Lucifer's reputation among the blood demons.

"They have mixed opinions. Some say you are kind, some say you are extremely bad behind the scenes, and some say you are just a crazy blood demon."

"Unripe, cut, long live the Holy Separator."

Lucifer had long been cut off from the social circle of the blood demon clan, and the only blood demons he had contact with over the decades were Huafalin and the Blood Demon Lord.

And the blood demon guard who guards the palace.

With Theresa's assurance and convinced that Lucifer was now just a harmless blood demon, Kolcher continued to work like a slave.

Lucifer was somewhat surprised that there was a third alien among the blood demon clan.

He had asked Klushil, and although she had not completely gotten rid of the blood demon's instinctive need for blood to survive, Klushil's need for blood was far lower than other blood demons.

And she seemed a little more interested in fluids like engine oil in certain machines.

Is this another extreme of the blood demon?

Yes, the blood demon is like this, just like the residents of Florida, none of them are normal people.

Following Theresa deeper into the cave, Lucifer suddenly smelled the scent of blood that made him slightly fascinated.

"Here we go again. Is there a rare blood hidden in this ship?"

Although this feeling of being tipsy could not affect Lucifer's reason and thinking, Lucifer had not felt this kind of excitement from instinct for a long time. It was difficult for him to imagine what kind of ultimate creature the other party was that could make him so excited.

With confused thoughts in mind, he walked behind the team and continued to go deeper until Lucifer saw Kal'tsit again in a corridor.

"Amiya is in good health, and your examination showed nothing wrong, Doctor."

Next to Kal'tsit was a very young Carter's girl, and a figure... wrapped in clothing.

"—"

For a moment, Lucifer was stunned.

There is no doubt that the smell of blood that makes him feel excited comes from the person in front of him.

And when Lucifer finally faced himself, his inner ups and downs were further magnified, and his blood-red pupils widened.

Lucifer stared at the figure who was not sure whether it was a man or a woman. The instinctive impulse that had not occurred for many years suddenly began to attack his reason.

But Lucifer was professionally trained after all, so he wouldn't be like the embarrassing Warfarin who went straight up to lick the man called the Doctor.

But Lucifer's emotional fluctuations still aroused Askalon's vigilance.

"Teacher, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Lucifer did not immediately answer Askalon's question, but stood there adjusting the trajectory or... organizing his thoughts.

"It's a bit filthy to say this... I'm boki." 5

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Chapter 32: Stable performance of major disease areas

"It's a bit nasty to say it - I'm boki."

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Ascalon stood there in a daze, not knowing what language Lucifer was speaking for a moment.

Why can't she understand?

At the moment when Askalon was confused, Lucifer, who had transformed into a Lateran musketeer, shuddered suddenly.

“Ah…it’s out.”

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Ascalon still didn't understand what Lucifer was doing.

What the hell is coming out?

All in all, although Lucifer was not dominated by the long-lost instinctive impulse of the Blood Demon, the existence of the Doctor still aroused great interest in Lucifer.

"Doctor, although you are in very good health, it is impossible for you to catch up with the physical fitness of the Terrans at the moment."

"That doesn't mean I'd lose to Amiya in arm wrestling..."

The doctor had mixed feelings in his heart and looked at the frail Amiya beside him with complicated feelings.

Even such a small child is stronger than me, so any adult Terran can kill me with one punch.

With this thought in mind, the Doctor looked at Kal'tsit strangely.

The reason is nothing but her. Kal'tsit's current body is exactly that of a pure Terran Filin. If she is slapped in the face, she will probably kneel on the ground and beg the Doctor not to die.

"Please stop those meaningless thoughts, Doctor, there are other visitors here."

"Oh..."