Demon Traditions

The displeasure in his heart quickly dissipated amid the ceaseless slaughter.

Bathed in his opponents' blood, Orsaga's demonic nature filled him with delight.

Even as he himself suffered injuries, it did nothing to stop his mood from improving.

As a Demon, he possessed formidable Life Force, and so long as an injury was not fatal, enough flesh and blood could solve any problem.

And in this place...

There was a shortage of everything except corpses. Combined with his Flesh and Blood Absorption talent, endless streams of life energy poured into him.

Though many of his wounds looked severe, they healed in an instant, as though he possessed a watered-down immortal body.

It was not just him. Most other Demons were similar, though their recovery efficiency was undoubtedly far lower than Orsaga's. Most of them relied on eating to Plunder life energy.

In essence, this was no different from raising venomous insects in a jar—survival of the fittest, while the losers ate dust.

The victor gained everything; the loser lost everything!

Only the strong deserved to live. The greatest purpose of the weak was to offer up everything and become stepping stones for the strong.

Slaughter, Plunder, becoming stronger.

Within the Bottomless Abyss, these three stages were eternal truths, an endless cycle.

Endless killing, endless Plunder, endless growth—these three most fundamental desires were carved deep into every Abyss Creature's soul. To them, this was the greatest truth and the only standard by which they judged whether they had succeeded. Everything else was secondary.

Compared with these minor scuffles in the Howling Forest, the Blood War in the Bottomless Abyss—which had never ceased since order and chaos had been divided into factions—was the greatest embodiment of this truth.

In Orsaga's Inheritance Memory, any creature was qualified to participate in the Blood War. There, no matter what method one used, as long as one killed another existence, one could gain a portion of its power. No prerequisites were needed. As long as one kept killing, one could keep growing stronger, without any restrictions.

Picking up the spoils, killing someone above one's level, soaring to the heavens in a single step—none of that was unusual!

Humans, Demons, even angels, gods, astral beings, robots, and the like—there were no restrictions on origin. All were treated equally.

Even whether one entered wielding blades and swords or piloting a cosmic warship did not matter in the slightest.

The cause and process could both be ignored. Once one entered the field, killing everything around them became their only objective.

There, lives died by the countless trillions, only to be replenished by the countless trillions, without ever stopping!

That was the greatest meat grinder in the entire multiverse!

Compared with that place, the Howling Forest was practically an amusement park. This level of slaughter did not even count as a warm-up.

Although he had no plans to head to the Blood War Grounds to seek death for now.

As a Demon, Orsaga still inevitably yearned for that place.

To Demons, the Blood War represented their ideal land—the greatest battlefield in the entire multiverse. Just thinking about it made him a little excited.

As he slaughtered and let his thoughts wander, a subtle fluctuation came from the clouds overhead. Orsaga was very familiar with it.

Because that was the sign of Soul's Boon descending. It meant the battle was about to reach its fiercest point.

Large numbers of flying Demonic Beasts began climbing higher, trying to seize Soul's Boon as quickly as possible.

Meanwhile, the Demonic Beasts on the ground that could not fly began attacking the sky without aim, just as Orsaga had seen last time.

The Demonic Beasts in the sky and those on the ground began abandoning their previous opponents, attacking the sky or the earth indiscriminately. It was an exact replay of last time, with no difference whatsoever.

The only difference was that last time, Orsaga had stood on the ground and had barely counted as part of the ground faction. This time, he had flown into the sky and belonged to the sky faction.

In his view, such classifications were meaningless. Everyone still fought their own battles, with no real distinction between enemy and ally.

He shifted several meters to dodge an attack that had nearly struck him. Stroking his chin, Orsaga looked at the battlefield, which had grown even more chaotic, and muttered to himself, "Since everyone has vented enough anger, it's time to do something serious..."

Scarlet Bloodflame automatically ignited across his body, then gathered above his head to form an enormous fireball hundreds of meters in diameter.

Watching the flames churn within it, Orsaga raised both hands and clenched them hard. The fireball exploded at once.

A tide of blood-colored flames spread outward, falling from the sky like a flowing Flame Cloud!

Looking at the Demonic Beasts on the ground fighting over Soul's Boon, a savage grin appeared at the corner of Orsaga's lips.

Compared with the so-called Soul's Boon, these gathered Demonic Beasts were his best choice.

His time in the Howling Forest was nearly at its limit. Before long, he would be expelled to another layer of the Abyss. After that, finding so many Demonic Beasts whose strength was at most comparable to his own would not be easy. So the most urgent matter was to harvest them once over and Plunder as many Evolution Points as possible.

Faced with his attack, the Demonic Beasts on the ground were not entirely incapable of fighting back. All kinds of spells were unleashed at Orsaga and the Flame Cloud that was about to descend.

Seeing the tens of thousands of attacks rapidly approaching him, Orsaga showed no panic. His mind automatically judged the best evasive routes, and without much effort, he dodged them one after another.

Then, based on the energy intensity of those attacks, he began analyzing which area had launched the weakest counterattack.

To a certain extent, that meant that area was the weakest, and it would become his target.

Before long, he reached a conclusion!

With a powerful beat of his wings, he began a rapid dive.

He came down with incomparable force, like a flaming spear falling from heaven.

His target was a Lower Demon, the strongest Demon in the nearby area. Eliminate it first!

The target had been fighting a Demon beside it. The instant it sensed Orsaga's undisguised hostility and the force of his rapid approach, its expression changed drastically.

An ice crystal emerged from its head and positioned itself before it.

Using it as a foundation, a thick ice shield extended outward and floated above its head.

Bang!

In an instant, the utterly excessive impact shattered the ice shield's ability to float. Like a massive tombstone, it carried the force of the collision straight down onto its owner.

Faced with this, the Lower Demon immediately raised both hands, trying to hold it up by force.

But the moment its arms touched the ice shield, it clearly felt a vast power surging through it.

The arms it had used to resist Orsaga's attack were snapped by that power before they could offer even the slightest effective resistance.

Despair instantly flooded its heart.

Boom!

Amid a surge of dust, the spot where it had stood was smashed into a bowl-shaped crater over ten meters deep. Within several dozen meters of it, every Demonic Beast was blasted away.

Standing atop the shattered ice shield, Orsaga watched blood continuously seep out from beneath it. Flames ignited on his tail as it stabbed directly inside, draining every scrap of essence from the mangled remains.

Standing in the deep crater, Orsaga sensed energy fluctuations slowly drawing near from all around. He knew they were trying to pick up the spoils.

A hint of disdain appeared on his face. Those guys in the sky are too agile. The ones on the ground are packed together one after another—much easier to deal with...

The next moment, the flames in his hand surged and extended into a flaming spear four or five meters long.

He twisted his waist slightly, then threw the spear with a burst of strength from his shoulder.

It met no obstruction, plunging straight into the soil before Orsaga.

After traveling a certain distance, it struck its target!

Boom!

Earth and mangled corpses flew in all directions as several Demonic Beasts attempting to burrow over were immediately blown to death.

With a light leap, Orsaga jumped out of the pit.

He casually flung a fireball at the nearest Lesser Demon, killing it cleanly and efficiently.

The next instant, rings of flame expanded outward from him, forming a domain of fire that enveloped several dozen meters around him.

Within this range, whether Demonic Beasts, soil, or plants, everything that touched the Bloodflame began burning violently beneath its power.

No matter how they stirred the magic within their bodies, they could not extinguish the flames that were burning away their lives.

At this point, those flames had become Orsaga's tentacles, allowing him to freely transmit his power through them and violently suppress his targets' resistance.

Unlike the ordinary creatures of other worlds, which could be effortlessly burned to ash merely by releasing Bloodflame!

Most Demonic Beasts of the Bottomless Abyss possessed high energy resistance and extremely strong Life Force. Power spread too thin simply could not kill them.

Thus, Orsaga chose to confine his power within a certain range, continuously increasing the intensity of the Bloodflame from that foundation.

It might not be enough to directly burn Lower Demon-level Demonic Beasts to death, but Demonic Beasts like Lesser Demons would turn to bone ash in seconds once touched by Bloodflame of this intensity, becoming Orsaga's Evolution Points.

Child slaughter.

That more or less described what Orsaga was doing now.

He specifically picked on the soft persimmons!

Calculating that each Lesser Demon was worth at least three-digit Evolution Points, the sheer numbers carpeting the mountains and fields before him truly tempted Orsaga.

Compared with Lower Demons, which possessed decent intelligence and understood Gains and Losses, these Lesser Demons, whose intelligence was still somewhat like that of wild beasts, were undoubtedly much easier to deal with.

As for whether bullying mentally disabled children would make him feel ashamed, that was not within his considerations.

After all, Demons did not possess emotions like shame.

Slaughtering the weak and stabbing the strong in the back had always been their fine tradition.

Once his domain had been established, Orsaga immediately began moving continuously, charging toward the nearby Demonic Beasts.

Faced with his mobile-crematorium-style attack!

Naturally, those Demonic Beasts would not simply wait there to die. Those who tried to fight back fought back, while those who tried to flee fled.

Though they could not cause him much trouble, they greatly slowed his efficiency. He was displeased, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Thus began a game of chase—if he caught them, they died on the spot.

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