Death of a Quasit

"Roar..."

The Giant Husk let out an angry roar, and another corpse rose again.

Its eyes turned milky white. It pushed aside the rubble and rolled to its feet, black fluid spilling from its brow like mercury poured across the ground before condensing into a suit of close-fitting black armor.

[Quasit Bloodline: Armorbound.]

Quasit Bloodlines were all parasitic organisms. After their hosts died, Little Black Fur Ball could only flee in wretched panic for its life.

But advanced bloodlines that had obtained Quasit Essence Blood and evolved once more could take over their hosts' corpses after death and use their bloodline abilities to strengthen the hosts' combat power.

"Load, cock, prepare for battle!"

Two Giant Husks and three Armorbound creatures appeared amid the castle ruins.

There were naturally far more than just a few humans parasitized by Quasit Bloodlines.

But after the Alchemical Bomb explosion, barely any intact corpses could be found. Most of the parasitic Demon Bloodlines had died along with their hosts.

"Abyss Demons, scarce goods. Kill them! Bang bang..."

Johnny Green and his dozen-odd men all looked thrilled at the sight of the Demon Bloodlines.

Their fingers pulled the triggers in unison. Bright flames burst from the muskets as countless rounds shot from the barrels.

"Roar..."

The Giant Husk cried out in pain, several bullets instantly punching through its body.

It hurriedly lifted a chunk of building debris as a shield and launched a savage charge.

Yet the soldiers wielding muskets possessed astonishing physical strength. Their burst speed was not the slightest bit inferior to the charging Giant Husk.

No one knew what kind of black technology the muskets used, but even after piercing through a half-meter-thick stone slab, they could still inflict effective damage.

"Wuwu..."

The Armorbound Bloodlines fared even worse. Their bloodline-congealed black armor was three parts tougher than the sturdiest knight armor, yet it could not defend against the bullets fired by the muskets at all.

In the first volley alone, two Armorbound creatures collapsed powerlessly.

"What a waste..."

As the Demon Bloodlines fell one after another, Yin Ming wore an expression of aching regret.

These were all wealth. The corpses of five Quasit Bloodlines could yield at least five bottles of Quasit Bloodline potion and ten intact Soul Crystals.

Five bottles of Quasit Bloodline potion meant five Quasit employees.

Though infant Quasits had an extremely low survival rate in the Abyss, as long as the base number was large enough, there would always be one that could scrape together the ten thousand Soul Crystals needed to redeem itself.

"Thud."

After three rounds of firing, the last Giant Husk Bloodline crashed to the ground.

Johnny Green sliced open its head with a short blade and removed a pitch-black crystal sphere.

Only true Demons in the Abyss possessed corporeal bodies. Demon Bloodlines were like Elemental Creatures, with only a crystal sphere as their core.

"Don't forget to inspect the corpses, especially Wendy Chris."

"I observed her through the telescope. She was a beautiful young woman of around twenty."

"But once she came within three hundred meters, Wendy Chris became a white-haired old crone in our eyes. She is definitely the most valuable test subject."

Johnny Green had every head cut open, collecting the Bloodlines killed by the Alchemical Bombs, and obtained another seven or eight black crystal spheres.

"Captain! There's a basement here!"

While cleaning up the battlefield, a short-haired young man suddenly discovered a collapsed basement.

Several sections of human white bones jutted out from the entrance. It was dark and damp, giving off a sharp, putrid stench.

"Hiss..." Another soldier decisively tossed an incendiary bomb into the basement.

The basement suddenly shook, countless stones tumbling down. Beside a pyramid of skulls, a grayish-white figure flashed past.

"Mortals? Mortals! How dare you?"

In the darkness, a pair of blood-red eyes watched for a long while before an angry, hoarse voice emerged.

Jeroffi had been frightened senseless by the enormous explosion!

He had thought human wizards had discovered the demon altar in the basement. At first, he had wanted to flee, but he did not dare run beyond the castle's boundaries.

He had already resigned himself to death, yet those who came were not human wizards at all, only a pack of clueless mortals.

"How dare you? How dare you destroy Lord Christine's arrangements?"

Jieluofei was beside himself with rage. Countless skulls emitted billowing black smoke, boiling and spilling outward like steaming water.

The fire released by the incendiary bomb was snuffed out in an instant. Every substance touched by the black smoke—stone, steel, grass, trees, corpses—began corroding at a rapid pace.

"Abyssal Mist! It's a First-Ring Demon, retreat!"

Johnny Green's expression changed drastically as he reached for the two soldiers at the entrance.

But he was still half a step too slow. A claw reached out from the black fog and dragged one soldier into it.

"Ah!"

A shrill scream rang out.

Then, from within the silent black fog, came sounds that made everyone's scalps crawl.

Tearing, biting, chewing, swallowing—then there was no further movement.

"..."

"Bring out the heavy stuff! Target the black fog. Don't spare the ammunition!"

Johnny Green waved his hand, his gaze cold and utterly devoid of emotion.

He took out a miniature Alchemical Bomb, activated it, and threw it straight into the center of the black fog.

"A First-Ring Demonic Beast really is terrifying!"

One soldier drew a deep breath. Parts of his flesh began to beastify, his physical abilities rising beyond the limits of a Grand Knight.

Only this way could he catch the opponent's movements and have even a sliver of a chance at survival.

The others did the same. Some grew ram horns, some grew manes, some grew scales. They retreated to keep their distance from the black fog, raising their muskets and aiming at it.

"Boom-puff!"

The explosive power was greatly weakened by the Abyssal Mist.

It was like an explosion beneath the water. There was no ear-piercing boom; the fire flashed past like lightning.

But the shockwave from the explosion also scattered the black fog.

Amid the dust kicked up by the blast, a blurred figure finally appeared. Everyone instantly pulled their flintlock triggers, and the muskets fired countless rounds that interwove into an invisible net.

"Lowly mortals! You are courting death!"

The figure dodged most of the bullets, though blood seeped from its left arm after it was struck by a round fired by an eagle-eyed man.

Its body turned into a phantom, instantly closing in on the eagle-eyed man before opening its mouth and biting through his throat.

"Boom boom boom..."

Before anyone could react, three activated miniature Alchemical Bombs formed a perfect triangle, enveloping it and the eagle-eyed man within.

"Ugh... save..."

Before the Abyssal Mist could gather again,

The three bombs exploded, creating a vacuum and unleashing a violent shockwave that blasted its body into the air.

Dark red blood flowed from its seven orifices. It opened its mouth and spat out fragments of organs. Before it could even fall to the ground, countless musket rounds came roaring in, instantly turning its body into a beehive.

"So it... died just like that?"

Johnny Green took a deep breath, kicked the corpse riddled with holes, and nodded. "The price we paid was far smaller than expected."

"..."

"A Quasit. Truly the shame of the First Ring."

From several hundred meters away, Yin Ming watched the battle and recognized the corpse on the ground as the bloodline source of Little Black Fur Ball: a First-Ring Demonic Beast, a Quasit.

Yin Ming was all too familiar with the aura of this Demon. After all, he had personally produced a Quasit of the same origin, making it this one's descendant.

Who would have thought it had not stayed in the Abyss, but remained in the Material World and been crushed by a group of mortals!

Demonic Beasts relied on the innate talents of their bodies and bloodlines. Their methods were far less varied than those of wizards, and Quasits themselves were not skilled at frontal combat. They excelled at concealment and escape, so it was understandable.

"Wait! Something isn't right!"

With a Quasit's cautious and cowardly nature, it would never linger in the Material World.

Nor would it fight people head-on, unless...

"Not good!!"

Yin Ming swallowed hard.

He decisively headed toward the Magic Beast Forest, fleeing the castle ruins as fast as he could.

There was only one possibility in this situation.

For example, he himself could order Red Nose to do things that went against a Quasit's nature.

And whoever could obtain the Soulstone of a First-Ring Quasit was most likely a stronger Demon in the Abyss.