The Most Precious Wealth

Three days later, in a secret room in the Hunter Association's basement, Sebas Tian finally met the Guardian he had clashed with most inside the Great Tomb of Nazarick—Demiurge.

He could hardly imagine what horrific torture and abuse the other had suffered during his captivity.

The demon was hanging from a wall, his limbs nearly severed completely. His eyes had been reduced to two bloody holes, the eyeballs gouged out while he was still alive. His tail had also been cut off with a sharp blade and fashioned into a whip-like weapon.

To prevent him from using his voice to bewitch others, his tongue and throat had been removed. Even his steel-piercing teeth were all gone. More than a dozen tubes had been inserted into his body, continuously drawing his blood.

Beyond that, the top of his skull had been lifted away, exposing the brain within, which radiated evil and anti-human thoughts.

The only reason he had not died was that someone kept healing him without pause.

Seeing the undisguised shock on Sebas Tian's face, Allen smiled. "What do you think? I made the scum who loved conducting live experiments become a test subject himself. Isn't that creative? You must know, my researchers have already discovered twelve uses for Demon Blood. If you hadn't come, he would probably have lived like this for the rest of his life."

"You are using Demiurge's blood to make magic items and potions?" Sebas Tian glanced at the busy researchers and craftsmen nearby, an expression of distress appearing on his face.

Although their relationship had never been good due to their differing justice values and the private grudges between their creators, they were both Guardians of the Great Tomb of Nazarick.

Seeing the other in such a state of living worse than death, he