In all, Veal had only shared half of the corpse. The other half, he had used for it.
After feeding, they saddled the goat and continued their journey.
Whoosh.
Days passed.
They arrived once more at the edge of the bloody forest. Without pause, they flashed into its crimson depths.
Lo and behold, they encountered another sleeping vital rank demon. This demon took the form of a demonic tree, and it also had the ability to conceal its aura. allowing It to seamlessly blend in with the trees around. If it weren't for the exaggerated number of corpses around it, Veal wouldn't have noticed anything.
....
A day later, they charted up on the bloody sand once.
Thus, ending their roundabout trip.
Veal's eyes shone as he deduced the entire size of his cradle, and he must say it was huge, larger than the saint world.
As they came up on his lust building, he gazed at the patrolling demons with disappointment. His plot had failed. He had set a trap for the hidden demon, and the bait to this trap was nothing other than these demons under him.
He had laced these demons with bits of his hair, hoping the hidden demon would devour them, a free meal, a free strength enhancement. Thus, also becoming laced with his hair, thus being marked, thus being trackable.
But even though his plot had failed, it wasn't without gain. For there were only so many reasons why the hidden demon wouldn't bite at this meal he had served on a platter. One, he didn't act because he hadn't ascended to the vital blood rank yet, making him fearful of the dozens of crimson bone rank demons. Two, it had ascended and smelled his trap, so it resisted the temptation. And three, it didn't dare act because it was just that fearful of him.
He hoped that it wasn't the second option, because that would make the hidden demon smarter than expected and more dangerous.
His mind blazed as he began formulating another plan.
A few moments later, he snapped out of his thoughts as the goat arrived at his building. They dismounted the goat. It was at this moment he noticed something his preoccupied mind hadn't.
The demons around were gazing at him with ravenous hunger, his tails to be exact, or at what was coiled within them. The two vital rank corpses. From the dazed look in their eyes and the slime oozing from their mouths, he could tell their minds were consumed by a single thought,
Devour those corpses and evolve.
Roaaaaar!
He turned his gaze to the left of him and looked at the mindless bloodling, cricket-like demon that was rushing towards him with demonic savagery. He glanced at Velra and gave a single order.
"Cleanse half of them." His tone was indifferent and cold like an ice cube that had been frozen for a thousand years. Even though he understood the cause of their action and knew it wasn't really their fault, he still took it as betrayal.
And all betrayals must be dealt with ruthlessly.
Velra blurred, appearing before the bloodling demon, grabbed it by its neck, raised it off the ground, and squeezed, squeezing with so much force that its neck was ground into mere bloody shells of dust. Its lower body fell to the ground headless, and its blood sprayed out beautifully. Spurt! Spurt! She then launched its head at a random demon,
Whoosh! Splat!
In an instant, it penetrated the bird-like demon's head, exploding it into bloody fireworks, and then continued, penetrating five demons that were standing behind the bird-like demon.
She then flashed before an ape-like, crimson bone ghost. Her right hand instantly penetrated its back, grasped its spine, and, spl-splat! she pulled out its spine bit by bit.
Since veal wanted them dead, she would kill them lustfully bloody, the way she knew he loved it.
She blurred again, appearing before a group and whipping them with the ape's blood-soaked spine that still had its head attached to it.
Her killing spree snapped some out of their trance. They began to beg eyes pleading, lips trembling.
"We didn't mean-"
"Please-"
But it was futile. For half of them would die today.
Veal gazed at the scene with joy, his lips arched into a sadistic smile. The sight of blood and death really warmed his demonic soul. And he wasn't the only one; the three-headed goat demon, the four demonesses at the door, and Alexandra all looked at the scene with joy.
If there was one thing that all abyssal creatures had in common, it was the love of carnage and death
...
Soon, half of the demons were extinguished; the remaining stood gazing at their mangled remains with relief, thankful that Velra picked them and not they.
Velra stood before Veal, bloody and seductive. Her appearance ignited the perpetual flowing river of lust that submerged every fiber of his being. He ripped off his clothes, pulled her into a sloppy kiss, ripped off her thorn armor, turned her around, held her elbows, and ravaged her before everyone.
*pah *pah *pah*
"aahh" "aahh~"
She moaned wildly while tipping on her toes and arching her back like a bow.
Soon he released his seed within her womb.
Splat! Splat!
He pulled his cock from her trembling pussy, his cum flowing out behind it, and released her. Without him holding her up, she collapsed to the ground with a blissful smile etched on her beautiful face.
At that moment, Alexandra knelt before him and began cleaning his cock skillfully. Soon he gripped her head and released his seeds directly down her throat, which she drank greedily.
*Gulp! *Gulp!~
After she released his penis from her throat with a "pop!"
he patted her gently and said,
"I will be right back."
Before vanishing in a blur. A few moments later, he arrived at a secret spot a few kilometers away from his building and began digging. He dug for 2 km before he came to a stop.
Before him, a dark underground cave spanning tens of meters in length, in which lay almost 250 vital rank equivalent corpses. Some were demons, and some were not.
These were the corpses that Velra, the wrath and sloth demon, had accumulated in their over hundreds of years of life.
Corpses they were accumulating for their noblion ritual.
A ritual that demanded at least a hundred vital rank corpses to initiate.
He had taken all three corpses after the war and hid them here. He placed the two corpses within his tails among them. Then blurred. A few seconds later, he arrived above ground and streaked towards his building.
Even though Veal could use these corpses to trigger his own noblion, he didn't because he wasn't satisfied with that number of corpses.
There are three levels of noblion ritual called,
Praise the Demon, Honor the Demon, and Throne the Demon.
Praised Demon required at least a hundred corpses, Honor Demon 500, and Throne a thousand.
The higher the level of noblion, the stronger he will be after he ascends. And he wanted to be the strongest.
... Days passed.
Veal, who lay sausage between Alexandra and Velra, suddenly opened his eyes and sat up with a frown. He gazed down at his hands, which were trembling uncontrollably.
'Fear?!?' he thought.
Then blurred outside and hopped atop his building. His eyes darted around, and his tails twisted as he scanned everything within 10 km.
He was searching, looking for the source of the threat that had suddenly chilled his soul.
'Where, where?'
He saw nothing out of the ordinary, yet still his instincts kept screaming at him.
His legs contracted as he launched into the sky to get a better look. Boom! He took off with so much force that the building shattered.
The demonesses and Alexandra got out of the rubble and gazed at him ascending with wonder.
He stopped ascending at 4 km. His eyes darted around, his gaze now covering a far greater distance.
And he still saw no threat.
He started descending like a falling asteroid. It was halfway through his descent that it happened.
BOOM!
The threat appeared.
And his instincts gave one final command,
ESCAPE!