"Oh? You evolved."
Richard looked at the Civilization Devourer, who had suddenly spoken, a flicker of surprise passing through his eyes.
The previous Civilization Devourer would never have said such nonsense.
"It was degeneration. He was troublesome." The Civilization Devourer's voice was somewhat stiff, as though it was unaccustomed to this backward mode of communication. "But I still found a way to deal with him.
"It came at a price, but once I kill all of you, that price will cease to exist."
From its words, it seemed to have devoured the Curse Crown's Curse Meme and completely fused with the Curse Crown.
In other words, the Curse Crown's possession had actually succeeded—it had merely come at the wrong time.
The Civilization Devourer was now like Richard: a new personality formed from the fusion of two souls and two personalities. It was only because the Civilization Devourer's side was overwhelmingly powerful that it still appeared to be the one controlling everything.
Richard's expression did not change, but an idea had already formed in his mind—the Civilization Devourer was concealing some kind of method.
The Curse Crown's greatest use to the Wizard Alliance was intelligence. Through rituals, the Wizard Alliance could determine the location of the Civilization Devourer's true body, cutting off any possibility of the Civilization Devourer playing hide-and-seek.
Secondly, the Curse Crown itself interfered with the Civilization Devourer's actions.
The Civilization Devourer's efficiency was terrifying. Without the Curse Crown's interference, its strength would have risen by at least another twenty percent.
If it could have dealt with such a scourge, the Civilization Devourer would have done so long ago. The only reason it had not was that it was unwilling to accept the side effects of doing so.
And now, it had suddenly done exactly that.
Combined with the