Chapter 276: Demons and Ghosts (cont.)

Their leader had gained the most powerful helper—one even stronger than the warriors of the Black Scripture. Unless an ancient Dragon Lord or a holy angel returned to the world, it would be absolutely unbeatable—the strongest demon!

Looking at his disciple, Carltra narrowed his eyes.

"Before we act tonight, I'll let you see the ultimate demon our leader lent us."

"Th-this... is that okay?" The disciple grew excited. Having grown up in Zurrernorn, he was a complete demon worshipper.

"Consider it a reward for diligently completing your mission." Carltra pointed toward a passage in the underground fortress ahead.

"Go that way."

Carltra dropped to one knee. Before him lay a mangled corpse.

Half an hour ago, the man had still been an active scout on the front lines. Now, he was a cold corpse with his heart ripped out.

His one remaining eye was wide open, as if he could not believe what had happened.

There's nothing to be done. He was only capable of controlling familiars and gathering intelligence. With one eye gone, he's useless.

He might as well make one final contribution to Zurrernorn.

The demon sat upon a throne of black stone, holding the crimson heart between its hook-like fingers. Freshly removed from a living body, the heart seemed to still be beating.

"This one is acceptable. Very young." The demon spoke in a magnetic voice, like that of an elegant middle-aged man.

The demon was enormous, nearly filling the throne. The horns on its head were larger than those of a fully grown yak, and its grayish-white skin covered a body of powerful muscles.

It was like a sculpture crafted by a master artisan of ancient Greece—beautifully built, yet brimming with evil.

Two demons stood on either side of its throne. They were identical in