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

"Well, Lucifer is walking so fast, there's nothing I can do. I was originally planning to find a companion on the way back."

In desperation, Lamaren had to set out alone and return to the valley of Kazdel.

However, not long after Lamaren left, another figure arrived late.

"Gee, Lamaren, why are you in such a hurry? You don't even want to wait for me?"

Chapter 36: Whose General Duanmu is

"Hey, Huafalin won't give away gold coins to people, right?"

After entrusting Ascalon to the Tower of Babel, Lucifer returned to Kazdel with a few bottles of blood bags, but there was no sign of Warfarin.

Even Huafalin's little nest was empty, as if no one had lived there for some time.

Although Lucifer knew that Kazdel was increasingly divided, and the public outcry from Dianping forced Theresa and Babel to move to the ship outside the city, these things should not affect Warfarin.

Lucifer and Warfarin have been fighting for so many years, and no one knows this blood demon better than him.

No one can do anything to Huafalin unless the Sarkaz royal court takes action personally.

After much thought, Lucifer guessed that Huafarin probably smelled some trouble, so she hid herself away in advance and began to live in seclusion, quickly brushing her single-player life.

If that's the case, Lucifer would be a little helpless.

"Alas, I don't have time to play hide and seek with you."

With a long sigh, Lucifer closed the door of Warfarin's house and went all the way back to his old house.

I still remember that a few years ago, Ascalon, Manfred and Warfarin often stayed at home talking and laughing. That happy scene seemed to be still vivid in my mind.

And now, Lucifer is the only one left in the huge old house.

Lucifer felt no regrets, no sadness or grief, he just took it as normal.

Perhaps when he meets them and this kind of life again next time, Lucifer will have a deeper feeling.

But that's only for next time.

"What a pity. Let's leave some for the prince to drink alone."

After searching through his own stored blood wine, Lucifer only took away the blood wine he would use during his blood-taking period in the next few years, as well as the blood of Ermengarde, Ascalon and the Doctor.

As for the rest, just consider it as returning it to the Blood Demon Lord.

After a simple packing, Lucifer left the ancient house with only a bag of blood bottles.

He left the place where he had lived for more than a hundred years.

At dusk, Lucifer quietly avoided the noisy crowd and walked out of the ruined city in the shadow of darkness without telling Tracys and the Blood Demon Lord.

But before Lucifer could completely walk out of Kazdel, an uninvited guest blocked Lucifer's way.

"Are you planning to defect from Kazdel, Prince Lucifer?"

The man in front of him was wearing a black suit and a bronze mask, but it couldn't hide his long platinum hair and a pair of silver-white horns.

The staff in his hand, which looked like a dead and rotten piece of wood, gave off an ominous aura.

"...Pardoner?"

Lucifer knew a little about the group of Absolvers, but not much.

It would be more accurate to say that this was Lucifer's first meeting with the Absolver.

He only heard that although the Pardoners were not from the Royal Court, they were the most mysterious branch of the Sarkaz people, and they mastered some ancient witchcraft and even forbidden techniques.

However, I heard that the reputation of the Chief of the Pardoners is even worse than that of the Blood Demon Lord, and it seems that even the Blood Demon Lord doesn't like him.

“If a successful prince like you betrays Kazdel, the Blood Demon Lord will probably be very angry.”

The Pardoner's voice was tinged with teasing, and the expression behind the mask was vaguely amusing.

"Climb down, pardoner."

Facing the provocation of the Pardoner, Lucifer's blood-red vertical pupils looked extremely dazzling at this moment.

However, the Pardoner still showed no intention of giving in.

"Please think about it again, Prince Lucifer. Kazdel is about to split. If you insist on leaving, General Tresis and the Scavenger King will probably be very sad."

"You made me laugh. Are you trying to morally blackmail a blood demon?"

Hearing Lucifer's answer, the Pardoner was stunned for a moment.

As we all know, the Blood Demon clan is the Sarkaz with the lowest morals, and Lucifer is the Blood Demon with the most flexible morals.

And Lucifer is still outputting.

"I'm too lazy to reason with you. You don't deserve to listen."

As the words fell, a strand of blood extended from Lucifer's fingertips, and then more blood flowed out and weaved into strands of silk, which turned into the shape of a katana in Lucifer's hand.

The blood, as restless as a tornado, kept entwining the red "blade", and the air around it seemed to be flowing towards Lucifer.

After seeing Lucifer's micro-manipulation, the Absolver's expression couldn't help but become serious.

"You can manipulate blood to this extent. It seems that the gap between you and the Blood Demon Lord is already...?!"

Before the Pardoner could finish his words, Lucifer had already swung the bloody knife in his hand, creating a crescent-shaped spell that split the ground and headed straight for the Pardoner.

I don't know if he was frightened by the tremendous power of the bloody spell, or he didn't expect Lucifer to be so unsportsmanlike as to interrupt his buddy's explanation. The Pardoner had no time to resist and had to quickly dodge to the side.

"All blood demons are the same. What a trouble... huh?!"

The Absolver had barely dodged Lucifer's Crescent Sky Strike and had just finished uttering the last sentence when Lucifer suddenly appeared in front of him.

"If you dare to show off, I'll make you fly!"

For some reason, the Pardoner felt a vague sense of weightlessness.

But Lucifer's bloody knife followed closely, and the Pardoner hurriedly stepped back and tried to block the attack with the staff in his hand.

"...The tip of the knife... has extended?"

However, the imaginary weapon constructed by Lucifer with blood cannot be judged by conventional logic. The "blade" made of blood grew out of thin air.

A scarlet flash flashed, and a small silver-white object rose into the air.

The Pardoner immediately distanced himself from Lucifer, but his current appearance coupled with his stressed expression made him look quite funny.

The next thing that fell between the two of them was a piece of the Pardoner's broken horn.

The pair of white horns on the Pardoner's head, which were originally symmetrical, now appeared one high and one low, which made people laugh.

"...It seems that I can't stop you, Prince Lucifer, but I believe that you will return to Kazdel sooner or later."

"Then I'll give you another tough one?"

Fearing that Lucifer would jump on his face a second time and hit him with a critical strike to cut off another horn, the Pardoner said this and ran away quickly, like a stray dog ​​that was kicked on the side of the road.

Seeing that the Pardoner was running at a high speed, Lucifer dispersed the blood blade in his hand and chose not to continue chasing him.

Although the Pardoner's fighting ability was not particularly outstanding, Lucifer did not want to have an information gap with the Pardoner. What if he used the Demon Sealing Technique or the Four Red Yang Formation to restrain him, and the noise got bigger and bigger and attracted Tracys and the Blood Demon Lord, which would be troublesome.

As the Absolver and Lucifer left, only a plowed gap was left behind.

But after a while, the sun set and the night of Kazdel fell completely.

Chapter 37: Kitten Egg Roll is Protecting His Faults

The borders of Kazdel are usually occupied by Sarkaz mercenaries and refugees, who often fight over food or money.

Occasionally, we would encounter the Sakota caravan from Lateran, and then there would inevitably be a bloody battle.

The wasteland and ruins are a place where no grass grows anywhere, and the only thing that nourishes this land is the blood and corpses of the Sarkaz.

During the period when Lucifer was free, he once came into contact with a group of Sarkaz mercenaries, whose leader seemed to be named Hedley.

He was very curious about the history of the Sarkaz and Kazdel. Lucifer had talked a lot with this Sarkaz youth about the tribe and the royal court.

Even when he was talking with Hedley all night long, his little Caprini companion seemed a little jealous and often cast subtle glances at him.

However, Hedley was still quite down-to-earth. In order to thank Lucifer for sharing little-known facts about the royal court with him, Hedley personally gave Lucifer a sum of Originium ingots as a reward.

After that, the two said goodbye to each other, and Lucifer continued to wander under the border of Kazdel.

"Tsk, this beast of burden is almost dead..."

A scavenging Sarkaz looked at the beast of burden that had collapsed to the ground in front of him, his face filled with worry.

He moved all the things out of the cart shed pulled by the beasts of burden, and prepared to continue his wandering alone.

But when he looked up, he found a figure walking towards him not far away.

"...Hmm? Someone's coming? Just one person?"

The man was wearing a black and grey cloak, seemed to be unarmed, and looked non-threatening.

But on this border of Kazdel, where are the harmless good people and good citizens?

The scavenging Sarkaz immediately drew out his sword and shouted at the figure:

"Hey! Stop!"

Lucifer paused, and slowly took off his hood under the wary gaze of the Sarkaz.

He turned his back to the sun, and looked at the scavenging Sarkaz with his light red vertical pupils, and then locked onto the beast-drawn cart behind him.

"Hey, bro, how about I use the money to buy your pack animals and cart?"

After saying that, Lucifer threw a bag in front of the Sarkaz.

Sarkaz carefully used his sword to pry it open and found that it was full of Originium ingots. Although the number was not large, it was enough to buy his life.

He quickly put away the bag of Originium ingots and made way for Lucifer.

"...But this beast of burden has been badly injured and is almost dead. Do you still want it?"

The old beast of burden had a hole blasted in its stomach by magic, and was already dying.

"That's none of your business."

"Okay, then... I'll go first..."