The Silver Dragon's Black Technology
Chapter 505

Wait to Eat My Giant Cannon!

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Garoro ultimately managed to barely keep his life thanks to his "active cooperation." But after a chaotic demon like him had the fortune of experiencing a Healing Spell from the side of order, he also paid a price that made a demon's heart tremble:

His vicious, mean-spirited quasit face had become much rounder, yet his skin was covered in dense flesh buds as though it had been corroded by sulfuric acid. It made him look like an incompletely evolved proto-demon, and somewhat like an ugly, disfigured human.

He found it hard to accept. Though demons generally took pride in their chaotic, aberrant forms, these human-like traits were absolutely nothing that brought honor to a demon's face.

Even though the vast majority of Tanar'ri were humanoid in essence, that was because they had originally been transformed from mortal souls. It was an "original sin" rooted in the nature of their souls.

Unlike those Obyrith Demons born from chaos at the dawn of eternity, whose forms more closely resembled deranged creations beyond the ability of human language to describe.

Even so, he did not dare show the slightest resentment or dissatisfaction toward these "Great Abyss conquerors" before him. Thus, the already ugly face piled high with a humble smile did not look especially horrifying or terrifying. Instead, it seemed somewhat sleazy and comical.

In this regard, the Bottomless Abyss was unlike the devils of neighboring Barto Hell, with their strict hierarchy and orderly, clearly defined rules of advancement, where a superior's command was iron law. On the contrary, everything in the Abyss was filled with the unknown, change, and chaos. There was no direct progression from demon grub to proto-demon, nor from proto-demon to the various other demon forms.

Perhaps some demon grubs were too "stupid," yet lucky enough not to be

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