Killing (4)

Faced with this scene, the expressions of Temple and Grimp, the two Lower Demons, turned extremely ugly.

The moment Orsaga swallowed Soul's Boon, they could no longer sense any trace of Soul's Boon.

They immediately realized that Orsaga possessed the ability to accelerate the digestion of Soul's Boon. Only then would a Lesser Demon like him dare to provoke two Lower Demons.

For a moment, the killing intent in their bodies could no longer be restrained. They wanted nothing more than to skin Orsaga alive and swallow him whole.

Feeling that his physical abilities had already reached the limit of the Lesser Demon rank, as well as the hostility they could no longer suppress.

The Blood Red in Orsaga's eyes seemed ready to spill out, while murderous intent filled his golden Vertical Pupils. He roared:

"Kill them!"

Blood Red flames automatically ignited across his body, and his Scarlet hair stirred without wind.

Magic power and Bloodflame erupted beneath his feet at once. A wave of demonic fire formed below him, and at a speed beyond imagination, he crossed dozens of meters in a single step, leaving behind only a streak of gliding flame that had yet to fall from the air.

He pressed both hands onto their faces, shattering their magic defenses with the most direct violence. Demonic flames blasted point-blank into their faces, completely drowning out their rage and terror beneath intense pain.

Their massive bodies served no purpose at all. Orsaga used brute force to press their faces into the ground, grinding them against shattered rocks and debris. Using his feet as points of leverage, he began sprinting at top speed.

At this extreme velocity, the airflow turned into a translucent barrier of air that swirled around them and blew everything away.

The flesh and bones of their heads were gradually worn away by the violent friction, turning into dust smeared across the ground.

A trench dozens of centimeters deep was plowed into the earth along the way. Everything in his path—whether massive boulders, towering trees, or fallen corpses—was instantly smashed apart and ground into fragments, then hurled more than ten meters into the air by the rising currents before falling with the dust.

When Orsaga stopped, a road hundreds of meters long had been violently plowed into the ground. Only one-third of their heads remained, and even those remnants had been thoroughly cooked by the High Temperature generated by friction.

"Trash!"

After draining the power from them, Orsaga kicked their bodies away and turned to look at the other corpses he had yet to absorb.

He could not waste anything. He had to be thrifty.

At least at this stage, he had to be.

After cleaning everything up, Orsaga immediately headed toward the main battlefield, where the chaotic slaughter was still ongoing.

A great fortune was still waiting for him there.

Although most of the Soul's Boons had already been snatched away, the scene remained chaotic.

It was even more chaotic!

Because most of the monsters had completely fallen into madness. At this point, they no longer cared about Soul's Boon. They only wanted to kill everything before them.

All kinds of random spells flew everywhere. There was no such thing as allies anyway, so it did not matter who got hit. As long as they hit someone, it was a profit. They could just attack with their eyes closed.

Roars and wails mixed together. The excited demons no longer cared about anything—not their own lives, nor the lives of others. As long as there was death and screaming, that was enough.

It was like a carnival!

Casually knocking aside an ice spike someone had thrown at him, Orsaga joined in without hesitation. Though some Soul's Boons were still being contested, he did not interfere. At least a thousand pairs of eyes were fixed on every Soul's Boon now. If he directly turned one into Evolution Points in front of them, Orsaga felt there was a ninety-five percent chance he would not leave alive.

So, he chose to engage in a simple and unadorned game with the demons who had slaughtered themselves mad—digging out this one's heart, kicking off that one's head. It was simple and rustic, like a farmer harvesting crops in a field.

He did not shed a single drop of sweat with each swing of his hand, only scattering blood lingering on his fingertips to paste over the eyes of the demons in front of him.

In this friendly activity where no one distinguished friend from foe, picking up the occasional injury was perfectly normal. Most were insignificant, and with a demon's Life Force, they were only minor problems. The brutality inherent in demon nature also made Orsaga exceptionally delighted in such circumstances!

No one knew how long passed. Only when the celestial body in the sky had completely descended below the horizon did Orsaga withdraw from the battlefield, leaving those demons still reveling in carnage to continue slaughtering and indulging themselves.

At that moment, he was drenched in blood from head to toe.

More than half his hair had been torn out. Three fingers on his right hand had been bitten off, the tip of his tail had been severed, his abdomen bore two penetrating wounds, and a piece of the exoskeletal armor on his chest had been torn away. Yet there was not the slightest anger or pain on his face. There was only an extraordinarily relaxed smile, as though he were intoxicated by something beautiful.

The blood that continued to flow from his body, whether his own or someone else's, could not affect his mood in the slightest.

The slaughter just now had made him feel incomparably refreshed. It had been a hearty battle, one that allowed the violence in his heart to be completely unleashed.

After a long while.

Having adjusted his state of mind, Orsaga glanced at the sky, which had completely darkened, then casually chose a direction and began moving forward.

Since most of the nearby monsters were either still fighting, already dead, or too busy nursing their wounds to care about anything else.

Even though the stench of blood on Orsaga was now overwhelmingly thick, he still did not encounter a single blocker. Even the Bloodthirsty Flies, once as numerous as microorganisms, were scarcely seen. They had likely all been drawn to the chaotic battlefield.

After walking some distance, Orsaga reached the edge of a cliff.

After observing it carefully for a while, he began to climb. After ascending several dozen meters, he slipped into a cave whose entrance was lightly concealed by weeds.

There were no demons in the cave, but there were quite a few corpses and bones of varying shapes. Judging by their freshness, the newest had been there for at least a month. In other words, the owner of this cave had probably not returned for a month.

In Howling Forest, such a situation meant nothing more than death or exile.

So Orsaga waved his hand and released Scarlet flames, burning everything inside the cave to ashes.

Then, he fired two Fire Arrows at the upper rocks around the cave entrance, blasting them down and completely burying the entrance.

Finally, aside from the charred remnants scattered across the floor, only Orsaga remained in the dark cave.

He opened the system panel:

Host: Stuart. Ogarisa. Asalon... Corifer. Orsaga

Race/Level: Demon Race/Lesser Demon (Can Advance)

Strength: 50 (5)

Speed: 50 (5)

Constitution: 50 (5)

Magic Power: 50 (5)

Soul: 50 (5)

Talents: Soul Devour Evolution (Evolves independently through continuously devouring souls), Slaughter Evolution (Evolves independently through continuous battle and slaughter), Combat Instinct (Innately possesses exceptional combat talent), Flesh and Blood Absorption (Can absorb any flesh and blood it comes into contact with and extract its essence), Magic Power Trait—Corrosion. Pain (More corrosive than ordinary magic power and can make targets experience extreme pain), Elemental Talent—Bloodflame (Possesses the traits of High Temperature, corroding flesh and blood, and burning life energy and souls), Exoskeleton—Bloodthirst (Evolved from its own scales, possesses extremely high physical hardness and a certain degree of energy resistance, and can automatically repair damage by absorbing blood and consuming magic power), Energy Vision (Sight can penetrate most matter and see through energy), Abyssal Contract (Possesses the ability to accept summons independently and can use the power of the Abyss as a medium to form contracts with other existences. Note: No one can violate a contract, not even a Demon Prince), Camouflage—Silence (Can greatly reduce its own aura and sense of presence)

Skills: Fireball Technique (Bloodline Spell, 27%), Fire Arrow (Bloodline Spell, 28%), Life Drain (Bloodline Spell, 25%), Pain Strike (Bloodline Spell, 29%), Soul Impact (Bloodline Spell, 30%)

Evolution Points: 87742

Note: The values in parentheses for the body and soul are the standard levels of a normal newborn Infant Demon. Each additional point increases the current attribute by one-fifth. For example, 6 points is one-fifth stronger than 5 points, while 7 points is one-fifth stronger than 6 points, increasing by percentage. The percentages in parentheses in the skill section represent proficiency in that skill. Upon reaching 100%, it will advance into a higher-level skill.

These were all of Orsaga's gains over the month since advancing to a Lesser Demon.

Other than spending four thousand Evolution Points to evolve Camouflage—Silence, he had barely used any. Of these eighty thousand-plus Evolution Points, more than twenty thousand had been provided by Soul's Boon, while three-fifths of the remainder had been gained in the battle just now.

A single day of brutal slaughter had yielded gains comparable to a month of slow hunting. Though it was more dangerous, it was also more direct.

Unfortunately, such an opportunity only came once a year. At other times, he still had to play hide-and-seek with them, which left Orsaga somewhat helpless!

After thinking for a moment, Orsaga began issuing commands to the Evolution System again.

1. Using all current Evolution Points as a basis, coordinate with the automatic transformation during advancement in the most optimal manner and carry out another comprehensive optimization.

2. During the transformation, ensure that the host can withdraw from the transformation at any time.

3. While preserving the optimization results, make the host's appearance conform to his own aesthetic preferences to a certain extent. If this would cause the optimization to fail, cancel this condition. All other instructions take priority.

There was no need to explain why these three instructions were necessary. Besides them, Orsaga had also set two additional instructions before the first one, both concerning the evolution of special Talent Abilities.

Only after those two talents had finished evolving would the remaining Evolution Points operate according to the three instructions above. Only then would he have a chance to carry out his next plans and attempts.