Lynn continued cultivating the Book of Demons.
This book was indeed formidable. Every time he successfully mastered a spell, he felt himself grow a little stronger.
Many of the spells came as a set.
For example, slaughter, bloodsucking, and cursed killing.
These spells could be chained together, their power stacking exponentially.
As a result, his strength grew ever more formidable.
He could imbue his Demon Hunting Bow with Demonic Arts.
A single arrow could fly three miles.
It was practically comparable to a modern sniper rifle.
And it could pierce demonic defenses.
No one knew how many trump cards he possessed.
Yet he remained kind.
Even with such immense power, he still restrained himself from harming too many innocent lives.
Much less would he sacrifice people in rituals.
Of course, neither did his Demon Grandfather do such things.
Because the Demon understood that this was Lynn's bottom line—and a warning.
Cross it, and his identity could easily be exposed.
Most incredible of all, the Book of Demons seemed as though it had been made for Lynn.
After training with it, he mastered it with increasing proficiency.
Even the Demon himself was not certain he could become as skilled as Lynn.
Lynn's body was likewise being strengthened, growing ever closer to a Demon's physical toughness.
Finally, one day, he decided to launch another attack on the Seven Kings.
But when he arrived at the capital of one of their kingdoms, he discovered that the King was a fake.
Just a stand-in.
Using the spell Demon Eye, he saw at once that the double merely looked the same. He possessed none of the other's power, nor any of his equipment.
This disappointed him greatly.
He had no choice but to leave and try to use the Book of Demons to locate the