The demon advanced, but not completely; it wasn't progressing in the direction he desired.
An existence that can be called chaos itself has been born.
That was a special individual that even other demons would find troublesome, a completely irrational and insane being.
[Aberrant Demon], [Twisted Flesh], [Slayer]...
They possess immense strength and an insatiable thirst for killing, but they have no reason whatsoever.
Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!
They wouldn't even heed the words of the demon lord; killing was their only passion, and nothing else could influence them.
In the Third Hellfire, from among those fragile slaves, such a terrifying being was born.
It seems to have stopped on its path to becoming an eight-armed serpent demon. It retains four pairs of arms, but each one is wrapped in the flames of the fire demon.
Its lower body, however, retains the eight blade-like limbs of a spider-like demon, constantly moving.
The strangest thing is its head, with huge compound eyes on both sides that move automatically.
Each aberrant demon is unique, and the one before us is nothing more than a killing machine.
Although they only exhibited the fourth-tier level, their chaotic consciousness made them immune to mind control abilities, and their astonishing regenerative abilities allowed them to withstand various over-saturation attacks...
It is neither controllable nor easy to eradicate.
This kind of demon is a disgusting existence that even legends are unwilling to easily provoke.
nausea!
The battle that followed took a complete turn.
The killing field has become a one-man show.
The mutated demon relentlessly plunders the flesh and blood of its own kind among the slave population, including those advanced demons that block its path.
Treat everyone equally!
It keeps devouring, getting stronger, and then continuing to devour...
If left to develop freely, it will eventually break the legend!
The remaining number of people has dropped to less than one hundred, but the fighting has not stopped.
"Help me!"
"That's enough!"
The remaining slaves, now conscious, cried out for help to Kalan, but were killed by the mutated demons on their way.
Karan tacitly allowed the mutated demon to continue its slaughter, coldly watching it carry out its one-sided carnage.
Or rather, she doesn't really have a way to stop it now.
Finally, after tearing apart the last able-bodied slave, the mutated demon's head, unable to find its next target, twisted 180 degrees!
It looked behind it, casting its bloodthirsty gaze upon the one that had remained standing motionless...
Karan!
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