"hatred?"
Kalan, who had been standing silently with his hands on the decapitation sword, turned his head slightly upon hearing this.
Karan frowned as he watched the succubus approach him with a lovesick expression and an air of lust.
Don't come near me!
She had little prejudice against the succubus Kalan, and if she had to choose her subordinates from among the demons, she would prefer a succubus with brains.
but!
She had always harbored a deep resentment towards the succubi for plotting against her...
Don't come near me!
Although she enjoys playing male roles and has indeed acquired unspeakable organs with the support of advanced transfiguration techniques, she has absolutely no interest in such matters.
Not even a tiny bit.
Karan even felt a physical aversion to their relentless approach to her.
As was her usual practice, she had coldly told Lily to get lost, but now she remained silent and did not stop her from approaching.
Because Karan is actually very weak right now.
Based on her performance just now, it seemed she could easily slaughter tens of thousands of people, but that was certainly not the case.
To reiterate, if these tens of thousands of slaves were to fight her to the death, Karan would be unable to stop them, and there is a high probability that she would die a horrible death on the spot.
The tens of thousands of rioting slaves opposite them were not ordinary people.
They are slaves with mixed blood, and their strength is much greater than that of ordinary humans.
In the Dark Ages, an army like theirs would have been able to easily destroy the military strength of a small kingdom.
From the very beginning, Karan unleashed his full power!
That ever-spreading flame was no ordinary thing; it was the Abyssal Flame Demon Flame extracted from her bloodline and bursting forth.
High-ranking pure-blooded demons possess immunity to fire, while hybrids also have a certain degree of resistance to fire and high heat.
Even so, a large number of slaves died in the flames and turned into mummies.
Why?
Because that flame came from the unfathomable demon lord, the Flame Demon Queen, and as her daughter, Kalan naturally possessed considerable control over the power of fire.
However, this power, after its explosive release, will not come without a price.
After each use, Kalan is at his weakest.
Fortunately, she had rarely used it before and had never told anyone about this property, so the secret had been kept very well.
Although Lily's record-keeping role wasn't particularly useful, at least she could hold things off in crucial moments...
Lily was overjoyed at Karan's tacit approval of her approach, and kept thinking:
"He didn't stop me! Does this mean my chance has come!?"
She wanted to pounce on him, but in the end, she stopped awkwardly because of his increasingly sharp gaze.
Using the remaining strength to maintain his own momentum, Kalan nodded to Lily, then looked at the increasingly divided battlefield and coldly said:
"Let them hate, so what?"
A mocking smile played on Karan's lips; it was unclear who he was laughing at.
"If hatred could truly bring power, the world would be a completely different place."
If the weak could gain power greater than the strong simply by possessing anger and hatred, then this distorted world would have ceased to exist long ago.
It will only become more deformed.
"Oh~"
Looking into Karan's meaningful eyes, Lily let out a long "oh," as if she had just made a mental note.
But to be honest, Lily didn't understand at all.
But this did not prevent her from feeling a sense of awe and wonder; she felt that Kalan possessed a unique charm that surpassed that of many demons.
Compared to other demons that only unleash their fury and bite indiscriminately, Kalan is much more attractive to Lily.
"So...should we just wait here now?"
Her gaze shifted, finally settling on the group of slaves locked in fierce combat, and she made conversation by saying something that didn't make sense:
"Shall we end this time? Lord Karan, your performance this time will surely satisfy Her Majesty the Queen."
He single-handedly suppressed the slave rebellion and even created such a delightful bloody scene. The Flame Demon Queen must be pleased and satisfied!
However, Karan didn't think so, and said it casually.
"it's over?"
Looking at the battlefield, which had turned into a meat grinder, with an incomprehensible gaze from Lily, Karan said, seemingly lost in thought:
"Maybe."
My dear brothers and sisters...
Are they really going to just sit back and watch me succeed?
"hehe."
This is probably just the beginning.
...
...
Time seemed to have passed quite a while on Karan's side, but for Ning Feng, whose vision had been synchronized, not much time had passed. He had only just stepped out of his old house.
Taking a deep breath, Ning Feng breathed in air that was completely different from what Karan had experienced.
The air in the cabin in the woods wasn't particularly sweet, but for patients recovering from a serious illness, the fresh air was exceptionally invigorating.
I raised my head, squinted, and looked up at the sky, at the blazing sun in the center, and then...
"Damn, it's so bright!"
Blinking, Ning Feng sighed and obediently lowered his head, no longer doing anything childish like blaming the Japanese.
Looking at everything familiar around him, a faint sense of bewilderment flashed in Ning Feng's eyes.
The sun was shining brightly, there was no hazy dust, and the air was neither hot nor foul. Everything here seemed different from the abyss.
Everything seen through Karan's perspective seems to be nothing more than an absurd and terrifying dream.
But that's reality.
It is a real event that occurred in another corner of the world within the same time and space.
Forged in blood and slaughter, the so-called truth within the abyss.
【What's wrong? 】
Ariana stepped out of the shadows, rubbed against Ning Feng's leg, and looked up to ask:
Could it be that they're not used to bloody scenes? Surely they can't be scared?
"No, it's nothing,"
Standing still, Ning Feng waited for the black cat to finish rubbing against him before taking a step.
“I was just thinking about something… but she did say something wrong.”
“If hatred reaches an extreme, it can actually change.”
The gloomy aura around Ning Feng dissipated, and a silvery-white light appeared in his hand.
The light power belonging to the angel of judgment solidified in his hand, taking the shape of a dagger.
I casually tossed it into the sky, watching it shatter and fall as tiny specks of light.
He said:
"Spirit is also a kind of power."
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