After the black mist, as if under the gaze of a hideous evil god, Iket’s palms tightened involuntarily. He raised his azure pupils and met the gaze.
“Lord Anderdun, do you have any intentions in intentionally blocking Veer?”
Even after a long period of peace, Iket would not forget the other party’s identity as a dark evil god, nor the fact that Anderdun had attempted to possess him.
Iket suddenly thought that the current opponent could even block Verafia’s senses, leaving her completely unaware. Even though the young girl lacked divine power, this had never happened before…
Did this mean that Anderdun had been dormant in the divine spark until now, allowing his power to advance further?
“Intentions, hehe. Even putting aside the contract, kid, if it were as you say, why would I be wasting my breath here, talking to you? Am I supposed to wait until she realizes my appearance?”
Anderdun laughed mockingly. Suddenly, the black mist stirred, and a hideous demon head materialized before Iket.
Even though he knew this was merely a reflection conjured within his mental plane, not a true manifestation, Iket’s body couldn’t help but tremble instinctively.
However, the words of this demon god seemed to carry no malice, and instead felt more like a joke?
“Heh heh.”
As if sensing his contemplation, Anderdun sneered, “Kid, I am indeed interested in your physical body. However, I’m not willing to fight that mad woman to the death.”
“If she knew that I had reappeared, hmph, she’d likely become suspicious of my actions again, this petty woman. I don’t have time to quarrel with her.”
Iket fell into thought.
Interested in my physical body… what awful words. Well, even if he, with his identity, wouldn’t be misunderstood by saying that, is he really that direct?
However, Anderdun seems to be a bit afraid of the Young Lady?
Iket wouldn’t believe that this demon god would worry about quarreling with Verafia. The only explanation was that he didn’t want to get entangled with the girl, who was so powerful now.
With a slight thought, Iket looked up. “Then, Lord Anderdun, why have you suddenly appeared? Is there something important?”
The demonically infused face opposite him seemed to smile, yet not smile:
“Kid, I saw clearly just now. Your agitated emotions were because you wanted the power to stand beside her, weren’t they?”
“How did you know…?”
“There’s no need to be so surprised. My divine spark is within your body, and through it, sensing your emotions is an easy task.”
“Your divine spark?”
Iket suddenly thought of a serious problem.
If that were the case, when he got close to Veer, and his fluctuating emotions were perceived by him, wouldn’t that be considered a form of eavesdropping?
“Correct.”
This time, Anderdun didn’t seem to notice his thoughts. He let out a strange smile and continued,
“I had made an agreement with you. Before the contract is completed, I was supposed to help you improve your strength. Tell me, kid, are you willing to accept my guidance?”
Anderdun’s guidance… Iket indeed remembered that he had made an agreement with the other party.
But after that day, the thoughts of the Deathwing had completely burrowed into the divine spark of the deceased, and Iket had tried to summon him several times, to no avail, as if a stone had sunk into the sea. He gradually gave up hope and began to cultivate on his own.
He couldn’t possibly dig into the divine spark and drag Anderdun out. For an existence that was once immortal, a hundred more years might not give him the ability… At most, he could comfort himself that it was already good enough to have a demon god slumbering within the divine spark and not causing trouble.
But looking at it now, it seemed Anderdun had been in seclusion within the divine spark all along, only to resurface now?
“Senior Anderdun, does your guidance come with any requirements from my end?”
Iket said suddenly. Iket wouldn’t believe that this demon god, who showed no signs of being kind in any aspect, would suddenly have a change of heart.
His expression suddenly turned serious. “If your help would cause me to harm innocent people, please forgive me, but I cannot accept it.”
“You actually care about such things… I have seen countless people who actively betrayed their human identity for power and life. Even now, your kind is never short of those who gain power through the lives of their own kind, such as necromancers and dark sorcerers.”
As if the wind was blowing, like the dark mist of the night being stirred, like the howling wind, Anderdun’s laughter sounded harsh.
“Even in the city you stand upon, there are countless humans colluding with disaster-bringing Frost Gods hiding within. Not to mention that mage and his subordinates from back then…”
Anderdun, it seemed, also knew about the Frost God of Aer Continent and His servants?
Moreover, his second sentence, referring to “that mage,” could it be referring to Veer’s former companion, Fatter, who is now known as the “Magic Monarch”?
Iket thought.
But the gloomy dark aura swept over him, as if the winged black shadow stood before him, his expression was one of a half-smile.
“For you, Iket, you should know that your appearance is still human, but in your blood, your essence, at least half of it is the same as mine, Demon Race. However, even now, you are still troubled by so-called human morals?”
Iket’s lips moved, and he was about to speak when the shadowy figure before him suddenly stirred. Anderdun’s voice changed, as if he had been deliberately teasing earlier.
“Of course, I won’t forget the agreement with you and that woman. Besides, even among the Heavenly Kings of the Demon Race, only that red-eyed vampire is cruel, bloodthirsty, and keen on exchanging the lives of others for power.”
“You don’t have to worry. What I’m giving you is just a set of magic techniques I created by imitating the Demon King’s runes.”
The runes that appeared in his mind were ancient and obscure, seemingly containing the power of the dark origin, reminding Iket of the flame rune imprints he had seen in the Flaming Temple.
The imprints of the dark runes were as conspicuous as flames etched before his eyes, their meanings, inscrutable even to ancient sages, were clear.
It seemed that as long as his thoughts moved, the demonic power belonging to the Demon King side would circulate automatically beneath his blood.
But…
Iket frowned, raised his head, and said, “Senior Anderdun, your magic techniques…”
“Are you doubting my intentions?”
As if seeing through his thoughts, the black mist surged, and the harsh laughter of the Black-winged Monarch rang out.
“Indeed, I have other uses for you in the future, but you can rest assured, this will not cause any harm to you or that woman.”
“Or rather… for you, the only effect will be to accelerate your demonic power’s transformation towards the ‘Demon Race’ side.”
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After thinking about it seriously, I feel that the subsequent plot needs to be trimmed. Well, so I have to boost the Male Protagonist’s strength in advance…
ps: I haven’t been in good spirits these past few days. I’ll adjust as soon as possible…
