dtnovels Chapter 472 Scythe Demon
Chapter 472 Scythe Demon
"The master is a very powerful being. Since you are a dark scholar, you should believe in him as soon as possible. He will surely grant you power when the time comes." Xingluo was a little hesitant to speak after listening to what these people said. It is true that the demons are very powerful, but not to this extent. Demons that can grant power to others are basically demigod-level or above. The strongest demon in this layer of the abyss is probably a great magician-level demon. Where did the demigod demon come from? If there really was a demigod in this town, he would have run away long ago. Why is he still wasting time here?
Xingluo sighed and continued to help them repair alchemical items. For him, these things not only allowed him to practice, but also allowed him to get more abundant materials, making his storage ring more and more full. After all, this was the abyss, and most of them were dark alchemical products that he had never touched before.
"Well, I heard that you are a dark scholar. I have some news about demons." Xingluo became interested as soon as he heard it. "Tell me about it. I can help you repair this broken equipment for free." Xingluo said while playing with a tattered shield in his hand.
The other party was dressed in ordinary clothes and looked like a man with little money. Xingluo knew that if the information from the other party could not satisfy him, he would still help with the repairs. After all, the materials were ready and he just needed to repair it. The consumption of mental and magical power could be replenished by him after a few days of rest.
"It's not the demon in this town, but a demon in the Black Forest next to it. Although our town is protected by the Lord Demon, we often hear news of people dying in other towns. That demon is particularly cruel. It may be weaker than our Lord Demon, but it often eats human flesh raw. I like to listen to them wail before they die." Xingluo looked up and saw a middle-aged man speaking. His skin was dark and rough due to years of sun exposure. Although his clothes were clean, they were old and had several patches. His shoes were badly worn, but still strong enough to support him walking on the rugged town roads. His eyes revealed tenacity and wisdom. Despite the hard life, he still maintained an optimistic attitude. He was probably the main breadwinner of the family and worked hard every day to make a living. His hands were covered with calluses, and it was obvious that he often engaged in physical labor.
In this strange continent, it is very difficult for people without magic power and fighting spirit to survive. Xingluo originally did not have much hope for this news. She thought that no matter what the other party said, she would just repair the magic equipment he brought. However, as the other party spoke, Xingluo found that this news was not simple. In fact, the value of this news exceeded the repair fee. If it was a noble, Xingluo would be too lazy to compensate the other party. Since he was a simple small town resident, Xingluo took out a huge magic core from his arms and handed it to the other party.
"Your message is very important to me. Go on." Xingluo watched the other party excitedly take the magic core. The middle-aged man hesitated for a long time before taking it. Xingluo breathed a sigh of relief. He was afraid that the other party would reject him because of his self-esteem. For him, a magic core was nothing, but it might be the other party's annual income. Especially since Xingluo didn't take out the dark magic core, other attribute magic cores were more precious in the abyss, just like in the four great empires, the dark magic core was very valuable.
The other party excitedly took back the magic core, and his tone became a little cheerful, as if he had finally put down the burden of the family temporarily. The story containing news about the devil came out of the middle-aged man's mouth, "That devil is said to have reached the level of an intermediate magician. His attack methods are bloody and cruel, and he relies on sickle-like arms to attack..." Seeing that the other party finally relaxed, Xingluo just listened to the story.
"It was in a dark forest. The sky was covered by rolling black clouds, as if foreshadowing the arrival of an ominous event. In this gloomy and terrifying atmosphere, a piercing cold wind whistled past, rolling up the dust and gravel on the ground, forming a swirling whirlwind. Suddenly, a crack appeared in the whirlwind, and a pair of huge sickles slowly stretched out from it. They flashed a cold light in the dim light, as if they were messengers from hell. As the sickles fully appeared, a huge figure slowly walked out of the whirlwind. Its body was covered with dark scales, and two pairs of huge wings spread out behind it, each with a sharp blade. The feathers were like sharp blades. Its face was twisted and terrifying, and its two blood-red eyes emitted a chilling light. That was the legendary demon, whose arms turned into deadly sickles, and every swing could reap lives. The demon's sickle arms drew arcs of death in the air, and every swing was accompanied by bursts of sharp whistles. Its target was those creatures who were looking for hope of survival in the ruins. "The middle-aged man paused, as if he was still a little frightened. Xingluo noticed from the other party's dilated pupils that this did not seem to be a simple story, but something the man had seen with his own eyes.
"The demon's steps were heavy and firm, and every step seemed to announce the approach of death. In front of the demon, a group of brave warriors stepped forward, holding various weapons, their eyes full of unyielding and determination. They knew that facing such a demon, their chances of winning were slim, but in order to protect the town and their loved ones behind them, they were willing to give everything." The middle-aged man clenched his hands tightly when he said this. Xingluo noticed a drop of blood dripping from the other's fingernails. Xingluo coughed lightly and handed him a glass of water, which made him relax again. At this time, the room was very quiet, with only the voice of the middle-aged man.
"The battle began. The demon's arms were like the scythe of the god of death, ruthlessly reaping lives. Every swing brought about a bloody storm, leaving deep gullies and broken corpses on the ground. Although the warriors were brave, their attacks were so powerless in front of the demon's scales. Every collision could only spark a burst of sparks, but could not cause any substantial damage. A trace of contempt flashed in the demon's eyes, and it seemed to disdain the resistance in front of it. It quickened the pace of its attacks, and its scythe arms swept across the battlefield like a storm. The warriors began to feel desperate, their defenses were pushed back step by step, and every counterattack became more and more difficult." The middle-aged man suddenly paused here, took a deep breath, and a look of pride emerged. Xingluo did not disturb the other party and let the story continue.