Thinking of this, Kalan shook his head and suddenly asked himself:
"Let's not talk about those idiots... Logically speaking, shouldn't the powers of angels and demons conflict?"
Her voice was full of confusion and bewilderment.
It just doesn't make sense, does it?
But how did that person do it?
wrong……
Anyone can use the magic circle to summon demons; even awakened beings from the angelic lineage will not be refused by demons.
In fact, given the opportunity, they would be happy to seduce an awakened being from the angelic lineage into corruption.
Isn't it delightful to turn angels into fallen angels?
But the real problem isn't there!
What confused and puzzled Kalan was not the other party's ability to summon him, but the ability to absorb divinity.
So relaxed, as if it hadn't affected them at all.
Does that power really have no effect on the angelic lineage?
The mere contact between these two opposing forces can cause immense pain.
Like swallowing fire and lava, the corrupting power would unleash a cruel force within him.
But why didn't his expression change at all?
It's easy and natural; you can even chat with yourself, be fluent in demon language, and even argue with yourself while laughing after discovering loopholes in the contract.
Was that really an angel, or a fallen angel?
"I just can't figure it out..."
Is she trying to appear calm?
Or is it that the sage was helping us all behind the scenes?
However, Karan was certain that although the sage was aware of their conversation, he did not interfere.
"What exactly is going on?"
The Death Hunter, who had been processing the events behind the throne, gave a very direct answer:
"have no idea."
Excellent answer: I don't know!
The fact that he was able to give such an answer was already out of consideration for Karan's initiative in taking him to deal with this prey.
"Yes, yes, I shouldn't have asked you. Just pretend I was talking to myself. You can continue eating."
It tilted its head, gave Karan a strange look, and then retreated back to continue devouring its spoils.
What's the point of asking that?
Kacha kacha kacha...
Grand Duke Scar was the most powerful of the eight legendary demons and also the one who most coveted the position of demon lord.
So, he died.
Under the combined attack of the Death Hunter and Kalan, it was instantly killed without much resistance.
The heads were severed and kept as trophies to intimidate those unruly legendary demons.
Most of the demonic bloodline within him was devoured by the Death Hunters, while a small portion became resources for Kalan to further enhance his strength.
Everyone was happy except for Scar himself.
It's truly a perfect solution.
"Oh, right, after you've eaten your fill, we still have one idiot prey to deal with."
The Death Hunter raised his head, his eyes shining brightly as he stared intently at Kalan.
"This time I can refrain from taking action, but you still need to hand over your head to me. The rest is up to you."
Tick-tock.
The Death Hunter swallowed hard, his mouth watering, and then nodded vigorously.
This Karan has some connection with the master and is even willing to take him out for delicious food.
She is a good person.
If Kalan could hear the system's voice, she would hear this sentence:
[Death Hunter's favorability has increased!]
[A friendly level has been reached.]
"Huh? You're not eating anymore?"
As the Death Hunter laid down Scar's body, Karan looked at the blood-covered boy with some confusion.
The Death Hunter shook his head and patted his stomach.
It will never be full and will always be hungry.
So let's set off now.
Dinner is served.
"Really? Hehe, then let's go."
Rising from his throne, Kalan waited until the Death Hunter merged into his shadow before revealing a dangerous smile.
"Descartes... die."
...
...
"To be honest..."
Once again, Ning Feng was sent flying by the spear tip. After crashing heavily against the wall, he suddenly said as he slid down:
"It hurts a little."
Angel:?
Cecilia looked at the gun in her hand with a puzzled expression, but she was quite certain that she had not infused it with any extra power.
"Ah, I wasn't talking about you."
After rubbing his lower back, Ning Feng easily got up from the ground, and the bruises on his body disappeared in a very short time.
“Your training is fine, I’m talking about something else.”
"As expected, absorbing demonic divinity in angel form is a bit painful."
Even though I brought it on myself, it really hurt!
The black cat, who had been watching the game idly from the sidelines, didn't miss the opportunity and asked:
How do you feel?
"Feeling? Let me think how to describe it..."
Without pausing for a moment, Ning Feng charged straight at Angel after raising his gun.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Unlike at the beginning when he would be knocked away immediately, Ning Feng's movements were now more elegant and sharper than before!
While battling the angels, Ning Feng seriously pondered that feeling:
"It felt like the blood flowing through my veins was no longer blood, but magma; every breath felt like being cut by a knife in my chest."
"Even now, I feel like a part of my body doesn't belong to me, and I feel hot and cold all the time."
It's not really that noticeable.
"Maybe it's because I'm used to it."
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