Horned Demon Lord

Cameron: Level 49 Greatsword Master, thirty-four years old.

Reaching Level 49 at only thirty-four—Human Race strength in this world could not be underestimated.

"Then—"

"Before that, though it is difficult to bring up, this village was just invaded by Blood Church knights. If everyone enters carrying weapons, it may make the villagers recall those terrible memories. Could you please leave your weapons in the corner of the square first, so the villagers can feel at ease?"

"Lord Aslan is absolutely right. However, this sword was bestowed by the Duke, and without the Duke's command, it absolutely cannot be removed."

"—Lord Avilan, we do not mind."

"Is that so? Village Chief... please forgive my unreasonable request, Commander of Military Preparations."

"Lord Aslan's idea is very sound. If this sword had not been personally bestowed by the Duke, I would gladly set it down. Then, could we sit and let me hear the details? If you do not mind, it is getting late, and I would like to rest in this village for the night..."

"Understood. Then come to my home with me."

That night, Avilan and Cameron spoke happily for a long time. Especially when discussing melee professions, every question Avilan raised left Cameron greatly impressed. Even Kalons, whose hair had begun to gray, listened with rapt attention.

Compared to his false identity as a mage, Avilan was genuinely from a melee profession. Moreover, the game forums in his previous life had been incredibly popular. As a PK fanatic, how could Avilan possibly not understand the combat methods and cultivation techniques of other professions?

Over time, Avilan became a jack-of-all-trades as well.

Before they knew it, their conversation lasted until dawn.

Cameron reluctantly bid Avilan farewell and told him that he had to visit Vought City if he ever had the chance. Cameron would surely welcome him with open arms.

Standing outside Chika Village and watching the figures slowly depart, Avilan's lips curled slightly upward.

He had obtained much important information that night.

For example, the Human Race could generally only reach the Level 50 Hero Realm. To surpass Level 50, they had to change into a special profession or hidden profession and receive a divine grace baptism before they could possibly continue breaking through.

This information was crucial to Avilan. At the same time, he had also learned another important fact: the strongest person in Kompno Duchy was probably around Level 70.

After bidding the village chief farewell, Avilan returned to the place where the Light Spirit Swordsmen had dealt with the corpses the night before. Looking at the hundreds of corpses before him, Avilan remained silent for a long time.

In the end, he began chanting a spell and started the summoning. A massive magic array enveloped the mountain of corpses before him, while mist representing darkness and evil slowly shrouded it.

If anyone had come here at that moment, they would surely have been frightened by the Light Spirit Swordsmen, whose bodies emitted black mist and had become corrupted.

The camp of light, which had originally represented justice, had actually become the evil camp of darkness.

A stir gradually arose as one robust Horned Demon after another emerged from the black mist. This summoning had yielded far better results than before. Perhaps because the summoning materials were of higher quality, more than a dozen third-tier Horned Demon Commanders appeared, along with over three hundred ordinary Horned Demons.

Yet Avilan did not stop chanting. He sensed an extremely powerful presence deep within the black mist.

That should have been a powerful demon summoned using Adahua's corpse as the medium.

The black mist continued to spread, but its range was shrinking, as though something were absorbing it.

When the mist completely vanished, a graceful figure slowly stepped out. Black leather boots, long snowy-white legs, and fitted leather armor perfectly displayed her exquisite figure.

The arrival was a female Horned Demon with two horns atop her head. From her appearance, she was no different from an ordinary beauty. Her only flaw was that her alluring face, like those of ordinary Horned Demons, bore strange runes that severely marred her beauty.

"Horned Demon Lord Aranda pays respects to the Supreme Lord."

Aranda: Level 35 Horned Demon Lord: BOSS

Avilan immediately checked Aranda's information. The displayed information showed that she, like the NPCs in Despair Fortress, was BOSS-ranked. As for Mize, the Horned Demon Commander, he had successfully broken through Level 40 after Avilan bestowed a name upon him, but his designation only included the word Elite. Ordinary Horned Demons were simply marked Ordinary.

"Mm, I understand. Take these subordinates back to Despair Fortress and take over the Horned Demon Legion." Avilan was very curious whether Aranda, who was only Level 35, could suppress Mize, who was in his forties.

Although Aranda's origins were higher, there was a full ten-level difference between them.

"Yes, Supreme Lord." After respectfully bowing, Aranda turned and led the others away.

Looking at the more than three hundred Horned Demons that had suddenly appeared, a sharp glint flashed through Avilan's eyes.

No matter what, with Aranda joining them, Mize's Horned Demon Legion would definitely be able to speed up its advance and conquer territory for Despair Fortress.

Suddenly, Avilan's ears twitched. The two Light Spirit Swordsmen immediately understood and swiftly slipped toward the edge of the forest. Before long, they brought two children before Avilan.

These two children were precisely the Wellington siblings whom Avilan had rescued before.

Looking at the two children before him, Avilan's eyes suddenly flashed with terrifying black light, and the children stood stiffly in place.

After a long while, Avilan's spell gradually dissipated. It had merely been a simple mental spell, mainly used to examine memories. If they had seen what happened when he summoned Aranda just now, he would have directly handed the two children over to the Light Spirit Swordsmen to dispose of.

"Lord Aslan, please allow my sister and me to follow you!" Once they regained their clarity, the two immediately knelt before Avilan.

Avilan looked at the two children with a headache, especially Wellington's younger sister, Anxi. She was at most five or six years old, still a confused little girl who simply followed whatever her brother did.

"Sigh! Get up!" Avilan sighed. "My requirements for followers are very high. You do not meet my requirements yet."

Upon hearing that they did not meet the requirements, Wellington immediately panicked, while Anxi began crying outright. The sound of her tears irritated Avilan somewhat, yet it also gradually calmed the restless heart he had carried since crossing into this world.

Suddenly, he recalled an item from the game—the Aptitude Crystal.

As long as it was shone on a player's pet or summoned creature, it could reveal the pet's aptitude attributes. The higher the attributes, the greater its growth potential.

He wondered if it could be used in this world.

Taking out the Aptitude Crystal, Avilan did not immediately use it on the Wellington siblings. Instead, he used it on the two Light Spirit Swordsmen.

Light Spirit Swordsman 1: Level 35. Physical Aptitude 10, Spell Aptitude 5, Stamina Aptitude 8, Speed Aptitude 12, Growth 0.58

Light Spirit Swordsman 2: Level 34. Physical Aptitude 11, Spell Aptitude 5, Stamina Aptitude 9, Speed Aptitude 11, Growth 0.61

Looking at the aptitudes of the two Light Spirit Swordsmen before him, Avilan was speechless.

They were only third-tier summoned creatures, but these aptitudes were far too terrible, weren't they?