Chapter 17 The God of Demons
The wind and rain were raging outside the window.
The sky was overcast, with layers of clouds pressing down, as if the entire sky were about to descend.
Tribes of all sizes on the earth.
They were clustered together in groups, and at the center of the houses was a more complete and taller one.
There were some mushrooms scattered around in the corners of the house.
They have grown very rapidly in the past month.
In no time, they had completely occupied the Nisi tribe.
Everywhere was damp and dark.
Dark clouds linger over this land, and precipitation gathers here.
The breeze grew stronger here as well.
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In contrast, Tima managed to expel the black substance from his body.
However, some residue still remains in the body.
It made the breeze more turbulent, creating stronger air currents within the body, constantly swirling, and within which storms were brewing.
But the divine aspect of the disaster gradually seeped into it as well.
Presumably, if it were incorporated into the divine fire, Tima would become even more volatile and insane.
The divine essence of flight and feathers, influenced by the black substance, slowly evolved into a strange creature with black wings, but instead of feathers, the wings were covered in bones.
It was as if death was etched upon it.
Meanwhile, free art was invaded and gradually changed its nature.
Tima had to take steps to resolve this; he didn't want to become a monster, a monster that was nothing but madness and tyranny.
Tima poured the divinity of the calamity storm into the monster's divine fire.
Then the corrupted parts of the free art were cut apart and sent into the monster's body.
His soul was torn apart and then reassembled, as if ten thousand horses were pulling his body and then running in different directions.
Meanwhile, outside, seeing Tima return to human form, Kanalivi thought Tima was about to wake up.
However, in the eyes of the outside world, as seen by Kanalivie and the others, Tima was biting her lip tightly.
Golden blood slowly flowed down.
The veins on his forehead bulged out, making him look somewhat ferocious and terrifying.
Kanalivie and the others were extremely nervous and quickly fetched some water to apply to Tima's head.
They tried to alleviate his persistent fever.
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In the realm of the gods, Tima severed and merged all the corrupted divinity and divine essence into the monster's body.
And the monster slowly began to change.
The fair skin dotted with a few red spots made it look even more eerie.
Black, sharp bone horns stood menacingly atop his red hair.
Behind it were huge and somewhat terrifying bone wings, with a few pieces of flesh and blood sparsely stuck to them.
A long tail extends from his rump.
Compared to its initial state, this monster has undergone a dramatic transformation and now at least resembles a human.
His blood-red eyes were filled with scheming and tyranny.
As all the corrupted divinity merged into his divine fire, he slowly opened his lips.
He issued his declaration to the law.
But his eyes were fixed on Tima.
"My name is Lemonles, the god of the calamity wind, which will destroy everything that stands in its way."
As the god of demons, all demons in the world will be no different from me—tyrannical, bloody, and terrifying creatures.
As the god of free art, the free art I govern is boundless, bloody, terrifying, and soul-crushing art.
I am the god of calculation in transactions, the guardian of all petty tricks