Death of the Quasit

"Roar..."

The Giant Husk let out an enraged roar, and another corpse rose to life.

Its eyes rolled white as it shoved aside the rubble and stood up. A mass of black fluid seeped from its brow, spilling like mercury across the ground before condensing into skintight black armor.

[Quasit Bloodline: Armorbound.]

Quasit Bloodlines were all parasitic creatures. After their host died, the little black furballs could only flee for their lives in wretched panic.

But advanced Bloodlines that had obtained Quasit Essence Blood and evolved again could take over their host's corpse after its death, using their bloodline abilities to enhance the host's combat power.

"Load, cock, prepare for battle!"

Among the castle ruins, there were two Giant Husks and three Armorbound.

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

However, after the Alchemical Bombs exploded, hardly any intact corpses could be found. Most of the parasitic demon Bloodlines had perished along with their hosts.

"Abyssal demons, rare goods. Kill them! Bang, bang..."

Johnny Green and more than a dozen others looked thrilled at the sight of the demon Bloodlines.

Their fingers pulled the triggers simultaneously. Bright flashes burst from the muskets as countless bullets shot from their 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. The speed they unleashed was not the slightest bit inferior to that of the charging Giant Husk.

And who knew what kind of black technology those muskets used? Even after piercing through a half-meter-thick stone slab, they could still inflict effective damage.

"Wuu..."

The Armorbound Bloodlines fared even worse. Their bloodline-forged black armor was three times harder than the sturdiest knight armor, yet it could not defend against the bullets fired from the muskets at all.

In the first volley alone, two Armorbound collapsed helplessly.

"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.

Although juvenile Quasits had an extremely low survival rate in the Abyssal World, as long as the numbers were large enough, one of them would eventually scrape together the ten thousand Soul Crystals needed to redeem itself.

"Thud."

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

Johnny Green used a short blade to cut open its head and removed a pitch-black crystal sphere.

In the Abyss, only true demons possessed physical 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 a telescope. She was a beautiful young woman of twenty."

"But once we get within three hundred meters, Wendy Chris turns into 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 obtaining another seven or eight black crystal spheres.

"Captain! There's a basement here!"

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

Several sections of human bones protruded from the entrance. It was dark and damp, exuding a pungent stench of decay.

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

The basement shook violently, and countless fragments of stone rolled down. Beside a mound of skulls piled into a grim monument, a grayish-white figure flashed past.

"Mortals? Mortals! How dare you?"

In the darkness, a pair of blood-red eyes had been watching for a long time. An enraged, hoarse voice rang out.

Jeroffi had been terrified by the massive explosion!

It had thought human wizards had discovered the demon altar in the basement. It had immediately wanted to flee, but did not dare run beyond the castle grounds.

It had already resigned itself to death, yet the ones who came were not human wizards at all, but merely a group of ignorant mortals.

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

Jeroffi was beside itself with rage. Countless skulls billowed with rolling black smoke, like boiling water steaming over the brim.

The flames released by the incendiary grenade were extinguished in an instant. Every substance that touched the black smoke—stone, steel, grass, trees, corpses—began corroding at rapid speed.

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

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

Unfortunately, he was still half a step too late. A claw extended from the black mist and dragged one soldier inside.

"Ah!"

A piercing scream rang out.

Within the silent black mist came sounds that made everyone's scalps crawl.

Tearing, biting, chewing, swallowing—then there was no sound at all.

"..."

"Bring out the big guns! Target the black mist, don't spare the ammunition!"

Johnny Green waved a hand, his eyes cold and utterly without emotion.

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

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

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

Only this way could he catch the opponent's movements and have a sliver of hope for survival.

The others did the same. Some grew ram horns, some sprouted manes, and some developed scales. They all retreated to keep their distance from the black mist, raising their muskets and aiming into it.

"Boom—pfft!"

The explosion's power was greatly weakened by the Abyssal Mist.

Like an explosion beneath the water, there was no ear-splitting boom. The firelight flashed past like lightning.

But the blast wave from the explosion also scattered the black mist.

Through the smoke and dust kicked up by the blast, a blurry figure finally appeared. Everyone pulled their flintlock triggers in an instant, and countless musket bullets wove together 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 bullet fired by an eagle-eyed man.

Its body turned into a phantom and instantly closed in on the eagle-eyed man, opening its mouth to bite 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.

"Urgh... 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.

Crimson blood streamed from its seven orifices, and it spat out a mouthful of shattered organs. Before it could hit the ground, countless musket bullets struck in an instant, turning its body into a honeycomb.

"It's... dead already?"

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

"..."

"A Quasit! Truly the shame of First-Ring creatures."

From hundreds of meters away, Yin Ming watched the battle and recognized the corpse on the ground as the bloodline source of the little black furball: a First-Ring Demonic Beast, a Quasit.

Yin Ming knew this demon's aura all too well. After all, he had personally produced a Quasit of the same origin; it counted as this creature's descendant.

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

Demonic Beasts relied on their physical bodies and bloodline talents, their methods far less varied than those of wizards. Quasits themselves were not skilled at head-on combat, excelling instead at hiding and fleeing for their lives. It was understandable enough.

"Wait! Something's not right!"

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

Still less would it fight people head-on, unless...

"Not good!!"

Yin Ming swallowed.

He decisively fled toward the Magic Beast Forest, putting as much distance as possible between himself and the castle ruins.

There was only one possibility.

For instance, 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 from the Abyss.