Balin listened quietly from the side and could not help grinning.
The Seventh-Order Demon Venerable who had just threatened to chew up every last Biped had now caved faster than anyone. He had thought the Demon Clan had more backbone than that.
So the punishment simply had not been harsh enough!
Liu Chengen, however, seemed to suddenly remember something and beckoned Lin Mo over.
"Commander Lin, ask him one more question."
"Can you have him write out the Demon Clan's script?"
"Even just the most basic symbols would do."
"We could try making a translation device based on the structure of their writing."
Lin Mo nodded, then turned and asked:
"What writing system does your Demon Clan use?"
Herman looked blank.
"What is writing?"
This time, it was Lin Mo's turn to freeze.
"Symbols used to record events."
"For example, using stone tablets, metal, or paper to preserve what you want to express."
"We don't have that."
Herman answered without hesitation.
"The Demon Clan has nothing like that."
"Really?"
"No."
Lin Mo frowned.
"You don't record wars, orders, or even the Demon Emperor's history?"
Herman fell silent for a moment, seemingly finally understanding what Lin Mo was asking.
"There's no need. Why record anything? We just say what we have to say. The low-order Demon Clan just has to obey."
"For example, we do whatever the Demon Emperor says, and the Demon Clan Army does whatever we say. Why would we need records or writing?"
The researchers in the laboratory exchanged looks.
They had not expected the Demon Clan to be this kind of civilization.
Of course, having no writing did not mean having no system of communication.
The Demon Clan combined sound, mental power, and suppression through rank.
Low-rank demon creatures obeyed high-ranking commanders, high-ranking commanders received orders from