Chapter 614 Chapter 72 The Young Girl’s Opinion
“Or rather… for you, the only influence will be to accelerate the conversion of your demonic power towards the ‘Demon Race’ side.”
The swirling demonic power formed the face of the Black-winged Monarch, who suddenly revealed a playful smile, like an evil god toying with human hearts. His large demonic pupils burned with faint flames, appraising the young man before him. He suddenly let out a rather amused laugh:
“I said before, this incantation was created by me based on the runes displayed by His Majesty the Demon King… Heh, kid, with your talent, you might even be able to compete for the next Demon King!”
Become, a Demon Race?
The azure blue pupils slightly narrowed. Ig’s gaze lowered, looking at his own palm.
Just as Anderduin said, even though the outward appearance was no different from his former human self, Ig certainly knew that, at least, half of the blood flowing within him belonged to the Demon Race.
After integrating the Demon King’s Heart, if not for Misella’s blessing, he would likely have been completely transformed into a demon, as Anderduin had predicted.
However, even so, Ig could clearly perceive the pitch-black blood like the dark night, and the immense power contained within it.
“Senior Anderduin, are you asking me to tap into the power within the Demon King’s bloodline?”
“Oh? It seems you don’t resist?”
Sensing the other party’s playful gaze, Ig’s expression fell silent.
As a human with a complete education, and as a devout follower of Lothel from the past, Ig harbored an undeniable hostility and disgust towards the Demon Race, who had once caused great calamity and were Lothel’s enemies.
Regarding the demonic blood within his own bloodline, Ig had once stubbornly decided not to use even a thread of its power. However, looking back, it was a childish approach.
He suddenly, to some extent, understood those notorious traitors who defected to the Demon Race for power and authority, or even ascended to demonhood. Perhaps their motives were different, but weren’t they also for things other than persistence?
Ig thought self-mockingly, then suddenly raised his azure blue eyes: “Even the power of the Demon Race will only be controlled by me. Senior Anderduin, if you can allow me to reach the strength to stand beside the Young Lady.”
“Heh heh, aren’t you afraid that if you truly become a demon, she won’t be able to accept you?”
Ig’s gaze flickered, and suddenly, a cold sensation came from his palm. He looked down and saw a black magic crystal, with dense and terrifying demonic power, entwined with darkness and death.
He could even feel a trace of the law within it.
“Heh, if you’ve made your decision, this seat’s magic crystal… can help you even more. Perhaps, in less than ten days, it will be enough for you to reach the Crystal rank…”
Even without looking up, he could feel the other party’s unrestrained laughter from the wind blowing around: “Of course, if you’re worried about my intentions, you can take the incantation and magic crystal this seat gave you, and let Verafia identify them…”
Suddenly, the surroundings fell into a silence like that of a deep night, rippling like a flowing night sky. Anderduin’s voice faltered, and then he chuckled:
“Heh, she noticed so quickly. This woman is truly sharp… Ig, originally, this seat was planning to talk to you about the aura in this city that resembles hers… It seems like it will have to be next time.”
After saying that, Anderduin didn’t wait for Ig’s shout; a faint glow flickered, and he re-entered Ig’s body, merging the dark aura into his divine spark.
Ig suddenly looked up. The darkness of the abyss had dissipated, leaving no trace. The street before him was still the same one where he had gone with the young girls to find Ain’s residence.
Moreover, the positions of the pedestrians were not much different from his last impression. It was clear that what seemed like a lengthy conversation with Anderduin had only been a brief moment in reality.
However, beside him, the two beautiful young girls were not speaking lightly, nor were they whispering sweet nothings about the girls’ fun. Instead, they both turned their exquisite little faces to look at him.
Verafia’s golden eyes flickered with a hint of novelty and contemplation, while Ophi’s were filled with worry: “Ig, are you alright just now!”
“It’s nothing…”
Ig smiled, as if it were an illusion, but it was clearly not false. The rune mark taught by the other party was clearly visible before his eyes, and…
He clenched his palm slightly, and the pitch-black magic crystal was still held in his hand. Even though the darkness was hidden and not revealed at all, he could feel the surging, sea-like, endless dark will.
Suddenly, his wrist was gently held by the girl’s soft little hand. Ig looked up, and the girl in the golden hair and white dress beside him, her radiant golden eyes flickering slightly, suddenly smiled gently like silver bells:
“Ig, was Anderduin looking for you just now?”
Her voice, as pleasant and gentle as birdsong, made Ig mesmerized. He came back to his senses, looked at the girl’s beautiful golden eyes, and saw her looking at him with a hint of doubt.
Ig knew that Verafia was genuinely concerned about him and worried for him. His heart warmed again, and he smiled and nodded.
Then, Ig briefly explained his conversation with Anderduin to the two girls.
“Anderduin, he was the one who caused the deathly still abyss last year… the Deathwing who invaded a hundred years ago?”
Ophi’s expression was startled. She didn’t know much about Anderduin before. Suddenly, her fair face flushed, and her slender hand grabbed Ig’s arm. Her frost-blue, gem-like beautiful eyes looked seriously at his face:
“He’s a cunning demon, and he has such hostility towards Veer and Ig. This time, he’s definitely up to no good!”
“No, that’s not the case.”
Verafia slightly raised her golden eyes and said softly. In her fair white hand, she held the magic crystal from Anderduin that Ig had handed over. Her slender jade fingers lightly tapped it, and her long eyelashes blinked as she turned her little face:
“At least, from what this young lady sees, Anderduin’s incantation and this magic crystal, and what he said, are not lies… If you do as he says, through the Demon King’s blood in your body, it is indeed a method to increase your strength as quickly as possible in a short period of time.”
Demon King, literally, might seem to be just the ruler of the Demon Race. However, more than anyone else, Verafia knew that this was not just an honorific title for power, but more like a “position,” a kind of existence similar to a “deity” in the Demon Realm.
The Demon King’s Heart gifted by Irith to Ig was, for her, a passage connecting the abyss to the place where Lancaster was located. However, the power contained within it was not weaker than a divine spark.
Even if a large part of it was shattered and merged with Ig’s bloodline by Anderduin through the ascension ritual, if ignited, its effect would be no less than the divine revelation of a complete deity.
