Chapter 483
As Ruger cleanly snapped off large chunks of blood crystal from the wall at the bottom of the pit, the surrounding cheers and shouts rose to a new peak. Yet Ruger frowned.
He discovered that the blood crystals that had formed could not be completely removed, but he quickly understood why.
A silent demon stepped forward, removed the portion of blood crystal that could not be taken, and tossed it into a large crate. From its practiced movements, that portion of the blood crystal naturally belonged to the lord.
Ruger looked at the blood crystal in his hand and directly tossed it out of the pit.
Mahama caught it with a lift of his huge hand, then obediently passed it to the old demon. The demons nearby all looked over, studying this not particularly tall demon wearing clothes with astonishment on their faces.
The old demon swept his sharp gaze over them, then smiled smugly and looked down at Ruger.
Ruger stood at the bottom of the pit as well, quietly watching them. When he saw the old demon looking over, he put on a respectful expression and lowered his head in the old demon's direction to show submission.
This made the surrounding demons even more curious, and more gazes fell upon the old demon. Strictly speaking, demons' curiosity was not complicated. They were merely wondering how big the old demon's fists were. That was what demons cared about most.
A swirl of dust rolled up.
A two-headed demon leaped into the pit and stood before Ruger.
It sized Ruger up, and Ruger was looking at it as well—or rather, them.
Ruger saw a thoughtful look in its eyes. This seemed to be a demon with many thoughts, one that liked to think. Ruger preferred reckless brutes; they