Minotaur demons are not considered mid-tier demons with particularly outstanding overall abilities.
Normally, minotaur demons are considered to be on the same level as succubi, but they have the advantage of being tough and thick-skinned, giving them outstanding abilities in melee combat.
Many demon lords like to cultivate these demons on a large scale, partly as melee tools and partly as food.
It's quite normal for demons to eat their own kind.
When the Abyss was still intact, there was even an entire plane dedicated to raising minotaur demons...
As for the reasons?
Perhaps it's because the flesh of minotaurs is better in texture and taste than that of other demons.
Of course, the minotaurs that were used as strategic food reserves were not of high rank; most of them were only at the first or second rank.
Karan looked at Sakala, whose body had been half-bitten to pieces, and couldn't laugh at all.
She felt a chill run down her spine!
Once a Sakarana advances to the fourth tier, it will be no significantly different from any other demon of the same tier.
With its elite template, Sakarala possesses formidable strength, physique, speed, and other attributes, even rivaling some dragons of the same rank in terms of physical constitution.
If he were to fight against humans of the same rank, he could easily handle an entire elite squad!
If the opponent doesn't have a special holy item ready to break through their defenses, Sakala can even wear them down to death by sheer exhaustion!
but!
This body, so difficult to break through, proved incredibly fragile under the tearing bites of the mutated demon...
Yes, truly fragile; that's the only adjective Karan can think of.
Card.
Without any resistance, before Sakala could even react, his body gushed juice out like a juicy, bursting steak.
laugh.
Blood splattered as Sakala's body was bitten to pieces from the severed area!
winter.
The minotaur demon, whose upper body had fallen to the ground, did not die immediately despite being full of vitality. Instead, he experienced immense pain after realizing what had happened.
"Aaaaaah!"
!
what happened?
Why?
Who attacked me?
With only half a head and half a body remaining, Sakarala's consciousness was in complete disarray, and he had no idea what was going on.
In his already confused vision, he could only see Kalan dragging his greatsword step by step toward him.
"Cough cough, Karan! I..."
Karan remained silent; she simply raised her iron boot and stomped hard on his head before raising her greatsword...
"No! Cough cough... You can't!"
Without hesitation, Karan swung his sword, using all his remaining strength to strike at Sakala's neck!
The moment the blade touched the neck, the minotaur's tough skin actually generated a shockwave, almost preventing a complete cut!
"Go to hell!"
Clang!
The enormous head, its expression filled with agony, finally rolled off. Sakala's last act of resistance was merely to stain Karan's boots with the foul blood spurting from his neck.
The offspring chosen by the Flame Demon Queen, a fourth-tier demon who was by no means weak even in the abyss, only had time to let out a roar and wail before meeting its utter death.
"Ha ha ha ha."
She had so easily eliminated a competitor, and just as Karan was about to burst into laughter, she felt a terrifying chill!
A terrifying gaze was fixed on him!
!
!
Turning around, Kalan saw that the Death Hunter's slightly heaving chest had closed, and he was staring motionlessly at the head at his feet.
With a slight tremor in his body, Kalan paused for a moment, then slowly bent down, picked up Sakarala's head from the ground, and handed it to the mutated demon.
"He...is yours."
The Death Hunter didn't take it immediately, but stared intently at Kalan with his dark eyes, as if sensing something.
After a while, it seemed to sense something, shifting the gaze of one eye away from Kalan and looking at the minotaur's head with the other.
The chest slowly split open in an instant, and the head in Karan's hand vanished without a trace.
The sound of chewing filled the air. The Death Hunter ignored Karan and crawled to the side to focus on devouring his food.
"…………"
Taking a step back, after carefully probing, Karan finally confirmed that the Death Hunter was no longer interested in him, and then slowly exhaled.
"Phew... It's over."
Yes, it's all over.
The Third Hell's mission to suppress slaves has ended, and Sakala, who attempted to take advantage of the chaos to launch an attack, has also been killed.
However, the latter's death was so easy that it felt unreal to Karan, who witnessed it all.
Karan's face twitched. Thinking of the mutated demon that had bitten a fourth-tier minotaur demon to pieces, and feeling the suppressed legendary power within its body, he felt that this world was simply too absurd.
However, in this twisted world, crazy things like this never seem to be lacking.
"And what's next..."
Kalan lowered his gaze, looking at the unconscious succubus at his feet, his expression turning cold.
"No, it's not over yet. There are still many people who haven't paid the price."
Behind her, the Death Hunter, who had been silently chewing, suddenly turned around after sensing Karan's negative emotions.
Then, a distinct... became apparent on its rather delicate face.
A smile.
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