nucmednet Chapter 219 The best laugh
Chapter 219 The best laugh
Deep in the Soul-Devouring Swamp, stands a magnificent fortress constructed from gigantic skeletons flowing with dark red lava and twisted thorns.
The interior of the royal court is not as gloomy as a traditional demon's lair, but is instead filled with a gorgeous and eerie Gothic style.
Scarlet carpets, black bone furniture inlaid with gems, and demonic paintings depicting abstract pain and twisted beauty hung on the walls.
Waksha reclined on a massive throne covered with the fur of some precious magical beast.
His fiery red hair was not tied up, but was scattered freely like a burning waterfall.
His emerald green eyes were half-lidded, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the armrests of the throne as he listened to Hilde's calm and clear report.
"...In summary, Prince Sereos is confirmed dead in his bedroom in Shadow Castle. The murderer has been identified as a human woman, and the Great Demon King has issued a maximum wanted order." Hilde's voice was steady, as if she was stating a trivial matter that had nothing to do with her.
"Dead?" Waksha paused his tapping fingers. He slowly sat up straight, a flicker of disbelief flashing across his green eyes. "How could a human woman kill Celie? This is simply ridiculous!"
Hilde paused for a moment, then continued, "Your Highness, I've investigated the scene. I've found extremely strong destructive energy remaining, suspected to be... the aura of the ancient god of war, Satan. This woman is no ordinary human; she may be Satan's carrier."
There was a shrewd and dangerous light in Waksha's green eyes. "Satan's breath? Hilde, are you sure?"
"The residual energy characteristics are highly consistent with the records in the classics. Although weak and mixed, that kind of pure source of destruction... I think the possibility is extremely high." Hilde pushed his monocle.
"Satan... is parasitizing a woman?" Waksha stroked his chin, his smile becoming playful and profound. "Tsk tsk, my adoptive father has really shot himself in the foot this time. The person he's looking for isn't just the murderer who killed his adopted son, but more likely... the new vessel chosen by Lord Satan? Interesting, very interesting!"
His eyes gleamed with intense interest. "Hilde, mobilize all our covert agents and keep a close eye on those two Mad Dog Legions! Especially that Negar of the Seventh Legion... I've always felt something was off about him. That human woman... I want her alive, or her soul dead! Her value... is immeasurable!"
"Yes, Your Highness." Hilde bowed slightly, and a trace of imperceptible thought flashed across the depths of his amber eyes.
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Yang Xining curled up in a relatively "safe" small compartment that Xuanyuan Ji had temporarily vacated, which was transformed from a huge mushroom cap.
The compartment was covered with simple magic patterns set up by Xuanyuan Ji to block out the aura.
But it still cannot completely isolate the poisonous gas from the swamp outside and the ubiquitous demonic searches and scans from the sky and the earth.
Her face was even paler than before.
Without Satan, her biggest trump card and deterrent, she felt like a lone boat in the stormy waves, which could be torn to pieces at any time.
Now he is even stuck on the edge of another equally dangerous prince's territory.
"I can't stay in the demon world for long..." Yang Xining muttered to himself, his black eyes filled with anxiety and determination.
Every second you stay, the danger increases.
Neggar's attitude was ambiguous, the lunatic Xuanyuan Ji was even more unreliable, and Hilde's eyes that seemed to see through everything made her feel uneasy.
She must find a way, even if there is only a one in ten thousand chance, to break through the blockade and return to the human world!
Xuanyuan Ji slipped in like a ghost, his little face showing nervousness and a hint of inexplicable excitement. "Sister! There are more demons patrolling outside! The Seventh Legion's 'hounds' have sharp noses! Brother Hilde must be keeping an eye on this place too! We have to quickly find a way to hide you in the royal court! Lord Waksha will definitely be very interested in you!"
"Going to the Royal Court? Walking into a trap?" Yang Xining said coldly. She saw Waksha's "interest" as just another form of imprisonment and exploitation. "What I need is a way to leave the demon world, not a more ornate cage!"
"But... there are demons everywhere outside! How are you going to leave?" Xuanyuan Ji was a little anxious.
Yang Xining did not answer. Her eyes looked through the narrow gap in the compartment, fixed on the dangerous swamp outside, which was shrouded in purple poisonous fog.
Despair was like a cold vine, entangling her heart bit by bit.
Am I really going to be trapped here to death?
Just as Yang Xining was in dire straits, a subtle ripple appeared in the muddy path outside the toy house. A figure stepped gracefully out of it.
The man was wearing a well-tailored dark purple robe with magic patterns, and the corners of the robe were embroidered with low-key yet intricate golden orchid patterns.
He was tall and slender, with a handsome, almost bewitching face. His skin was pale from not seeing the sun for a long time, and his black hair was like a waterfall, tied up with a simple jade hairpin.
The most eye-catching thing is his eyes, one is as black as the night sky, and the other is amber like molten gold - heterochromatic pupils.
The aura around him was extremely restrained, almost blending into the darkness of the swamp. Only the diamond-shaped crystal in his hand, which was emitting spatial fluctuations, showed that he was proficient in space magic.
He is Monet, an important messenger planted by the Great Demon King in the Lanling family in the human world, responsible for transmitting intelligence and monitoring movements in the mortal world.
He had just completed a mission and was preparing to return to the Lanling family in the human world through this extremely secret small space node located on the edge of the Waksha territory.
Monet walked calmly, his heterochromatic eyes scanning the surroundings vigilantly.
He naturally knew about the recent turmoil in the demon world. He heard that a human woman sneaked into Prince Sele's territory and used a beauty trap to kill Prince Sele.
This is really the biggest joke in the history of the demon world. How could a human woman kill Celie? And how did she get into the demon world?
What surprised him even more was that the Great Demon King had mobilized four powerful legions to conduct an unprecedented search in order to find this human woman.
The tense searching thoughts in the air made him frown slightly.
He just wanted to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible.
However, when he passed by Xuanyuan Ji's weird toy house, an extremely faint breath wafted out, which made his soul suddenly throb!
That breath... was a mixture of the unique coolness of the deep sea, a hint of the tyranny and brutality of the Demon King's bloodline, the embers of destructive energy, and... a breath that he was very familiar with!
Monet's footsteps were instantly nailed to the spot!
The pupils suddenly contracted, emitting an incredible brilliance!
He turned his head suddenly, and his gaze was like the most accurate probe, penetrating the simple shielding magic patterns and purple poisonous mist of the toy house.
Locked onto the figure curled up in the mushroom compartment!
Although his clothes were torn, stained with mud, and his face was pale, the profile of his face that was glimpsed briefly was still striking.
Especially those eyes whose unique beauty could not be concealed even in the dim light...
"Miss... Yang?!" Monet screamed in his heart, almost thinking that he was hallucinating!
The woman that had haunted his young master's dreams...was actually right before his eyes?!
Moreover, it is right on the edge of Waksha’s territory!