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Ian frowned, his eyes flickering slightly.
"Yes."
The black-robed demon nodded in response.
He noticed that Ian was looking at him with increasingly strange eyes.
"what happened?"
The black-robed demon couldn't help but ask.
"Let me explain it to you. According to this rule, if you can kill all the other witches and wizards, all the magic of the ancient gods will be transferred to you."
Ian is genuinely thinking about it seriously again.
“Yes, if I could, I would certainly want to monopolize all the magic left behind by the ancient gods.” The black-robed demon showed honesty, making no attempt to conceal his ambition.
"Ah."
Ian nodded. "The idea is good, but have you ever thought about why the ancient god whose name you don't know still has residual magic in the human world?"
"Moreover, and most importantly, this magic can be inherited by different wizards in different eras. The closer the wizard's bloodline is to Him, the more magic he can be allocated."
"As a demon, don't you find this situation strange at all?" Ian looked at the demon with a blank expression and felt that the reason he had captured the guy was definitely not just because he was powerful enough.
“Take a moment to think about it, really think about it…” Ian never expected that he would have such a day, teaching a demon how to become a qualified demon.
"If you collect all the magic power from this ancient god, does that mean that at that moment, your bloodline will be infinitely close to that ancient god's?"
“I’m tempted by such a vessel, even if He isn’t.” Ian’s analysis was indeed reasonable, and these words directly filled the black-robed demon with terror.
"No...it shouldn't be, right?"
The black-robed demon was inwardly turmoil, yet he still refused to admit it. Why? To admit such a hypothesis might be true would prove he was a fool.
This is clearly a case of reincarnation leading to being reborn into a huge pit!
“Okay, sometimes it’s good to be a little stupid. I understand you. You’re an ostrich, aren’t you?” Ian clapped his hands, his emotions much calmer now, after all, he had just learned something new.
"Yes, yes, I am an ostrich."
The black-robed demon dared not refute. He watched Ian looking around, and a sense of unease rose in his heart. "I have told you everything I know."
This is a way of hoping that Ian will recognize the value he provides.
"Is that really all?"
Ian looked at the bound demon with suspicion.
“I swear in the name of my father, Crowley! It really is all of them!” The devil nodded frantically, the iron frame rattling. He certainly didn’t seem particularly bright.
It's obvious he didn't watch enough gangster movies when he was a kid.
There are no televisions in hell?
"alright."
Ian also smiled.
The demon forced a fawning smile, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth.
"So...we're alright now, right?"
He cautiously probed, only to find that Ian had taken a kitchen knife and a paint bucket from not far away, and had even adjusted his posture to make himself appear to be hanging upside down.
"Didn't we agree everything was alright, bro?"
The demon, his eyelids twitching uncontrollably, forced a smile, desperately trying to get closer to Ian. However, his attempt at addressing him only earned him a warning look from Ian.
“Who’s your brother! Watch your mouth!” Ian said righteously. “Just because our ancestors pretended to reconcile with you doesn’t mean there are no conflicts between us.”
"Do you even understand my family's tradition? With my family's deep-rooted knowledge, I am born with an irreconcilable conflict with evil creatures like you." Ian picked up another stone from the ground.
"Liar! Damn it! You're lying to me!" The black-robed demon's face turned as red as a pig's liver, but Ian thought he was just having a stroke.
That's a demon.
How could it be so easy to break through its defenses?
The brief time they spent together made Ian realize that the other person wasn't as petty as the Minotaur.
"Let me go! Let me go!!" The black-robed demon began to struggle desperately, but his strength was exhausted, and his magic was completely dormant because he had lost the book.
but.
This didn't stop the demon from frantically twisting its body with all its might. There was no other way; if it didn't move, even if it were truly stupid, the black-robed demon had already realized what it was about to face.
His pupils now reflected the image of Ian sharpening his knife.
"Don't worry, my father taught me what compassion is." Ian sharpened the knife vigorously, turning the kitchen knife he bought at the department store into a blade so sharp that even a chopping block would say it was good enough.
This is true kindness.
The moment the cleaver was drawn, the demon's blood began to flow wildly, and his skin began to turn a sickly grayish-white, with purple veins spreading across his face like a spider web.
This is because the loss of vitality begins to cause the demon to revert to its twisted, demonic form.
The pollution of human genes by demonic life is so severe. A sulfurous smell slowly spread, and Ian elegantly caught all the demonic blood in the iron bucket, as if receiving a glass of red wine.
The blood of demons is not red.
The blood of this son of hell is as thick and black as oil.
It looks like genuine fuel.
"Do not……"
The demon's screams gradually faded.
Until a certain moment.
"Sizzle!"
A translucent soul broke free from the corpse, resembling a twisted monster with extremely ugly wings. Just as it was about to fly away, it was grabbed by Ian, who had been waiting for this moment.
"How can it be?!"
The soul let out a piercing scream.
"I no longer exist in this world!"
He was puzzled.
Amidst the frantic roar.
Ian had already pulled out the ancient pendant. And indeed, the soul of the Son of Hell was extraordinary; the Death Knight had once again responded to this shameless follower of His.
"Whoosh~"
The soul of the Demon God's son was absorbed into the pendant, and fine, blood-red patterns appeared on its surface, pulsating like blood vessels. Moments later, it relayed the gift from the Death Knight to Ian.
I saw.
The familiar crystal was ejected by the pendant.
“It was my godfather who captured the demon’s soul to play with. This is just a reward he picked out for me from his desserts.” Ian grabbed the crystal in mid-air.
A familiar and delicious taste.
It always has that amazing taste.
It melts at the entrance.
Power instantly surged through Ian's entire body.
Name: Ian Kent
【普通职业：学生lv7〔586/640〕作家lv1〔7/10〕】
【超凡职业：狂战士LV4〔69/80〕野蛮暴君lv3〔7/40〕】
[Global Recognition: Independent NPC]
[Talent Skill: Reverse Blood Forge, Perfect Divinity]
[Professional Skills: Self-Healing Frenzy, Iron Body, Blazing Sun Eyes.]
[Class Skill Points: Berserker [3] Savage Tyrant [1]]
[General Skill: Ian Kent Defense [Beginner] Learn [Elite]]
[General Skill Points: 7]
Strength: 23-26
[Physical fitness: 44-44.3]
Intelligence: 3.3-3.5
[Spirit: 7.9-21]
……
It's still that familiar feeling, still focusing on spiritual growth. It has to be said, perhaps the title "Child of Hell" does indeed carry some weight.
This is far more significant than the [spirit] boost brought by the demon god's clone!
Far exceeding Ian's predictions!
“I’ve become even stronger! But I still haven’t gone bald!” Ian subconsciously touched the top of his head and found that he hadn’t lost any hair. He could feel his eyes growing stronger.
Even the slight temporary decrease in vision caused by the continuous use of the Golden Ray was immediately restored, without Ian even having to use the [Self-Healing Frenzy] skill that consumes fat reserves.
It's not just that the time spent using skills can be significantly longer.
【Eye of the Blazing Sun: The eyes can release high-intensity laser beams. Continuous use will cause a temporary decrease in vision. The intensity of the laser beam depends on the user's mental attribute.】 Even the effect of using this skill has been enhanced to an epic level, roughly three times stronger than before.
“It’s a pity I have no place to use my skills.” Ian glanced regretfully at the upside-down corpse that had completely decayed and revealed its full demonic features.
The attribute boost wasn't the only benefit brought by the soul of this son of hell. After checking his personal panel, Ian immediately noticed the changes in his long list of status bars.
The Infernal Affairs
This is clearly an extra reward Ian received after sacrificing the Son of Hell to the Death Knight.
It is listed alongside the Death Knights.
"So there are benefits to this! No wonder he's such a generous godfather!" Ian didn't inherit his father's heat rays from the void, but his eyes were indeed a little red now.