Horned Demon Lord

Cameron: Level 49 Great Swordsman, thirty-four years old.

Only thirty-four and already Level 49. It seemed the strength of this world's human race was still not to be underestimated.

"Then—"

"Before that, though it is difficult to bring up, this village was just invaded by knights from the Blood Church. If you all enter carrying weapons, it may cause the villagers to recall those terrifying memories. Could you please leave your weapons in a corner of the square first, so the villagers can rest at ease?"

"Lord Aslan is absolutely right. However, this sword was bestowed by the Duke himself. Without the Duke's order, it absolutely cannot be removed."

"—Lord Avilan, we do not mind."

"Is that so? Village Chief... then please forgive my unreasonable request, Lord Quartermaster."

"Lord Aslan's thinking 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. 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 most pleasantly. Whenever the conversation turned to melee classes, the questions Avilan raised left Cameron astonished beyond measure. Even Kalons, whose hair was beginning to gray, listened with rapt attention.

Compared to his false identity as a mage, Avilan was genuinely from a melee-class background. Moreover, the gaming forums in his previous life had been wildly popular. As a PK fanatic, how could Avilan not understand the combat methods and cultivation techniques of other classes?

As time passed, Avilan had become something of a jack-of-all-trades.

Before they knew it, their conversation had lasted until dawn.

Cameron reluctantly bid Avilan farewell, telling him that he must visit Vought City if he ever had the chance. Cameron would sweep his couch clean and await him.

Standing outside Chika Village and watching the figures gradually recede into the distance, Avilan's lips curled slightly.

That night, he had obtained much important information.

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

This information was crucial to Avilan. At the same time, he had learned another vital piece of news: the strongest expert in the Kompno Duchy was probably around Level 70.

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

At last, he began chanting and started the summoning. A massive magic array enveloped the mountain of corpses before him, while mist representing darkness and evil gradually shrouded the pile.

If anyone had come here at that moment, they would surely have been startled by the Light Spirit Swordsmen, who were wreathed in black mist and had turned dark.

The originally righteous light faction had actually become the evil dark faction.

A disturbance gradually rose. One muscular Horned Demon after another emerged from the black mist. This summoning had produced far better results than before, perhaps because the summoning materials were of higher quality. More than a dozen Tier 3 Horned Demon Commanders appeared, along with over three hundred ordinary Horned Demons.

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

It 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 emerged. Black cowhide boots, long snow-white legs, and fitted leather armor perfectly displayed her exquisite figure.

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

"Horned Demon Lord Aranda greets the Supreme Sovereign."

Aranda: Level 35 Horned Demon Lord: BOSS

Avilan immediately checked Aranda's information. The displayed data showed that she, like those NPCs in Despair Fortress, was a BOSS-class entity. Mize, that Horned Demon Commander, had successfully broken through Level 40 after being named by Avilan, but at most, he only had the word Elite after his designation, while ordinary Horned Demons were marked Ordinary.

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

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

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

Avilan watched the three hundred-odd Horned Demons that had suddenly appeared, a sharp gleam flashing through his eyes.

No matter what, with Aranda joining them, Mize's Horned Demon Legion would certainly be able to accelerate its advance and conquer cities and seize lands 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 none other than the Wellington siblings Avilan had once saved.

Looking at the two children before him, terrifying black light suddenly flared in Avilan's eyes. The two children then stood rigidly where they were.

Only after a long time did Avilan's spell slowly dissipate. It had merely been a simple mental spell, mainly used to inspect memories. If they had seen him summon Aranda just now, he would have directly handed the two children over to the Light Spirit Swordsmen to deal with.

"Lord Aslan, please let my sister and me follow you!" Having 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 muddleheaded little girl. Whatever her brother did, she followed suit.

"Ah, get up!" Avilan sighed. "My standards for followers are extremely high. You do not meet my requirements yet."

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

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

As long as it was shone upon 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 whether 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, Magic Aptitude 5, Stamina Aptitude 8, Speed Aptitude 12, Growth 0.58

Light Spirit Swordsman 2: Level 34. Physical Aptitude 11, Magic 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 Tier 3 summoned creatures, true, but weren't these aptitudes far too trashy?