"The so-called 'Beast King' is nothing more than this!"
Deep in the dark forest, a giant, miserable demon lay sprawled on the damp ground, and on top of it, a defiant man arrogantly stepped on its head.
The man was wearing the White Devil Cult's signature white missionary robe, but his body seemed to be possessed by something, with hideous scales and armor on his arms and the side of his face.
And by his side, a group of subordinates flattered him, saying:
"Mr. Kuna is truly amazing! He defeated the Beast King in just a few moves!"
"The Vice Cult Leader, transformed into a Devil, is invincible!"
Kuna listened to the flattery of his subordinates and burst into a triumphant laugh: "This is the power of the Devil that we believe in! Mere demons…"
"Human… say one more word, and I'll kill you!"
Just as Kuna was laughing arrogantly, a cold female voice came from behind him, carrying a chill that made people feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave, despite its flat tone.
Kuna stopped laughing in a very comical manner, as if someone had choked him, then nimbly jumped off the Beast King.
He dared not forget who had granted him this demonic power… The many followers of the White Devil Cult immediately fell silent, lowered their heads to do what they were supposed to do, and each of them trembled all over, not even daring to look up at the cold woman.
The stunningly beautiful woman with long black-purple hair sat on a giant rock, her demeanor aloof and arrogant, yet possessing an inherent scholarly air.
In her hands, she indeed held a thick book, her beautiful eyes calmly perusing its contents like water.
She wore a sexy, off-the-shoulder, low-cut outfit that looked like ancient attire, with black patterns etched on her shoulders and forehead, and even more strikingly, short, thick brown horns grew from both sides of her head.
Such a beautiful yet eerie and sexy woman, yet she instilled such fear in these fanatical White Devil Cultists, which was quite puzzling.
After a while, Kuna, having done something to the unconscious Beast King's body, nimbly knelt before the woman, not even daring to raise his head, and said:
"Lord Devil… the Beast King experiment can begin soon…"
After he finished speaking, a long moment passed without a response.
Kuna was sweating profusely, his head almost buried in the dirt, when he finally heard the woman's clear, cold voice:
"Stories written by humans are as boring as ever…"
Accompanying the sound of a book being thrown to the ground, Kuna's heart eased; he had finally gotten this esteemed lady to speak!
As a secret subordinate organization of the Dark Guild "Tartaros," the White Devil Cult often had experts from the Guild come to Kuna to give orders.
And this woman, he heard, was one of the super-powerful individuals in that Guild, a true Devil.
Kuna only knew her name was — Suzutsukiten Cera!
At first, when Kuna first met this Devil, he still lusted after her beauty, and it was inevitable that he would show some contempt… But then, all of Kuna's former subordinates committed suicide overnight, and he no longer dared to make any moves… Cera looked at the respectful Kuna before her with vacant eyes, seemingly muttering to herself: "Boring experiment… let's start quickly."
Kuna nodded in agreement repeatedly, then activated the magic power within the Beast King's body, and the Beast King, which had been half-dead, suddenly began to move!
The already intimidating Beast King, for some unknown reason, had its eyes turn blood-red, and its aura was instantly elevated to a higher level, letting out a huge roar.
The large demon, the Beast King, had become even more powerful!
Kuna and the others excitedly watched the Beast King, their faces flushed with exhilaration, and shouted excitedly:
"Demon, eroded by Devil's Blood, unleash your mighty power!!"
The followers of the White Devil Cult stared madly at the awe-inspiring Beast King, letting out excited roars.
Cera looked at these foolish humans with a cold gaze, her eyes filled with disdain and mockery.
A group of lowly humans, what could Devil's Blood alone transform the Beast King into?
If it weren't for Lord Kyoka's command, she wouldn't have come personally to do these boring experiments… Thinking of her superior, the Devil Kyoka, a sudden flush appeared on Cera's cold face, but it quickly disappeared.
Wait… Something is approaching rapidly?!
Cera's heart skipped a beat, and then she felt a huge repulsive force rushing towards her!
Everyone's shouts ceased abruptly, and even the Beast King's towering body was significantly bent over. Kuna angrily looked at the source of the power and roared:
"Who are you?!"
Cera showed a hint of interest and shifted her gaze towards the depths of the forest in that direction.
A man in a dark black robe with gold trim, with black hair and red eyes, was slowly walking towards them.
The lower half of his face was covered by a demon's fanged mask, making his true appearance unclear, but just from the upper half of his face, one could glimpse the man's peerless beauty… Ankh, wearing the demon mask, had cold eyes, and a glowing magic circle rotated in his palm as he calmly looked at everyone present.
Kuna, who had been full of swagger, was forcibly interrupted in his show-off, and he was extremely displeased.
He angrily shouted at his subordinates: "What are you all standing around for? Go kill that guy who's pretending to be a god!"
Upon receiving their leader's command, the cultists, having recovered, once again showed fierce expressions and charged furiously towards Ankh, with several insidious individuals raising their staffs and drawing magic circles from the rear.
However, for a Mage of Ankh's caliber, these mere foot soldiers didn't even qualify to meet him.
One cultist, who had overcharged and clearly separated from the main attacking force, showed a triumphant smile, raised the steel knife in his hand, and slashed at Ankh's neck!
However, when the steel knife fell, the feeling of cutting into flesh and blood did not come from his hand; instead, the knife actually struck Ankh's neck and shattered into pieces instantly!
Before the man could even show a look of terror, Ankh's large hand steadily reached out and grabbed his face.
Then, a tremendous force emanated from his five fingers, accompanied by a tragic wail and the sound of flesh tearing, and a perfectly good head exploded in Ankh's hand like a watermelon dropped on the ground.
The exploding blood splattered everywhere, instantly spraying onto the faces of his comrades who were about to charge.
The hot fresh blood scalded the skin of the bandits, instantly stimulating their desensitized nerves and bringing them to their senses!
The White Devil Cult's charge abruptly halted, and the people in the front row looked at the shattered corpse on the ground in horror, desperately pushing backward.
Ankh stood alone in front of the enemies, expressionlessly wiping the blood from his hand.
He hadn't even used magic in that last move!
Beside him, Cera's pupils suddenly constricted, and then, on her usually placid, cold, beautiful face, a hint of emotion finally appeared.
She was heard to say with a slight, pleasant laugh:
"Interesting human…"