Chapter 2607 Demon Soul <TOC> Chapter 2609 Nodin and Dantalian
Translator: SumTLMan
The curled-horn half-demon originally harbored little malice; at least compared to the other pig, his malice was much more restrained.
But after he smiled and said: “I would be very happy to answer,” a dense surge of malevolent intent was released from within him. Most importantly, this malice was directed solely at Angel.
However, even such overwhelming malice had little effect on Angel. After all, by his side, there was always Eremy, who emitted even more ferocious malevolence; the curled-horn half-demon’s malice was truly a minor scene.
Angel was becoming increasingly curious: where exactly had I offended the other party? All the malice was directed at me alone; this animosity seemed quite significant.
“Of course, this bit of malicious assault is of no use to you.” The curled-horn half-demon didn’t show any surprise: “You carry quite a bit of the death aura on you; it seems you have killed quite a few ghosts.”
Angel said: “So you’re targeting me because I’ve killed many ghosts? Is it a case of ‘when the rabbit dies, the fox grieves’?”
“‘When the rabbit dies, the fox grieves’, that’s quite an interesting expression. However, that’s not it.” The curled-horn half-demon replied: “I never considered myself a ghost, so there’s no basis for such sympathy.”
Although everyone categorized the curled-horn half-demon as a ghost, from his various behaviors before, he indeed didn’t seem like one: elegant, courteous, and discerning. Except for his unwillingness to reveal any information, in other aspects, he was no different from ordinary living beings.
“Then where does your malice towards me originate?” Angel sensed his surroundings; the other party’s malice still hadn’t been retracted and was still lingering beside him.
Even while releasing such enormous malice, the curled-horn half-demon remained very restrained, speaking with an elegant aristocratic tone: “Although I am now merely a wisp of a wandering soul, I have never forgotten the glory of my past life. And you have offended the identity I was most proud of in life.”
Is that all?
Not only Angel thought this; the others had the same thought. They had assumed that perhaps Angel had previously offended this person, after all, Angel knew too many secrets about the underground labyrinth. But unexpectedly, the other party cared only about an identity.
Because Angel had offended his identity in life, he released such great malice and had been calling Angel an “impolite human.”
People didn’t understand; Angel also didn’t understand. But if it was only because of such a minor reason, he didn’t mind retracting what he had said and apologizing for it.
However, before that, Angel still wanted to know: “Is it because I said you are a half-blood? Or because I called you a half-demon?”
Angel had met many half-demons, many of whom leaned towards humanity; after all, true demons did not favor this group of half-breeds. Therefore, some of these half-demons also detested their own demonic bloodline. Angel wondered if this one was the kind who despised his demonic heritage.
“I am indeed a half-blood; calling me a half-demon is not wrong,” the curled-horn half-demon said lightly: “However, what I detest is the sentence you said when you referred to me as a half-demon.”
Angel thought carefully. Earlier, their conversation focused on that pig demon. Regarding this one, he seemed to have only said one sentence: “A hybrid of a curled-horn demon and an Abyssal native?”
When Angel repeated this sentence, the curled-horn half-demon’s malice intensified, and his previously calm demeanor showed slight ripples.
There was no doubt that this sentence was indeed the cause of the trouble.
“What do you mean by ‘Abyssal native’? This is what I despise most about you humans. Humans have various races, and we also have different clans and surnames, but you just dismiss us with the term ‘native,’ lumping us all into one group. That makes me very displeased…”
As the curled-horn half-demon finished speaking, everyone heard the Black Count’s voice in the mental connection.
“This is a cultural difference. We humans, regardless of whether you are Knower, Karabian, Zhiren, or Hoggan… as long as you are classified as human, referring to us collectively as ‘humanity’ doesn’t cause resentment. Even if some races consider themselves more noble than others, they still accept the overall designation of ‘humanity.'”
“But the natives of the Abyss are different. Some can accept us addressing them directly like this, but clans with special surnames extremely loathe being lumped together with other natives. They care about their own clan names, not the entire group.”
Vai said: “So that’s how it is… So, this half-demon soul possessed a special clan surname during its lifetime?”
The Black Count replied: “That can be basically confirmed.”
Daus sneered: “In the harsh environment of the Abyss, the Abyssal natives can still engage in such internal strife, deeming themselves noble just because of their clan surnames. They really have too much free time. When any random demon attacks, no matter how noble their clan surname is, they all have to kneel.”
The Black Count said: “Saying these words now isn’t a problem because the strength of the Abyssal natives is indeed not strong at present. But ten thousand years ago, those clans with special surnames were not weak, even comparable to legendary figures, and each had miraculous talents. Ten thousand years ago, they had every reason to be proud of their surnames.”
When the Black Count said this, he carried a hint of sigh. After all, the vast majority of Abyssal natives stood on the side of humans; many of the stronghold cities in the Abyss were repaired with the help of Abyssal natives. Therefore, when he talked about the Abyssal natives’ declining strength, he was rather emotional.
“Why did their strength suddenly weaken?” Kael asked in confusion.
The Black Count replied: “It’s unverifiable; it seems to be related to the Fall of the Old Gods.”
Upon hearing this, Kael gave up his intention to inquire further. After all, the old days of the Abyss, during the era of the Fall of the Gods, were too distant from now.
“I once heard a rumor when I was wandering in the Abyss,” at this moment, Angel’s voice suddenly appeared in the psychic link: “That ancient Fall of the Gods was related to the Wizarding World.”
“Do you mean that the Fall of the Gods was caused by wizards? Then the weakening of the Abyssal natives’ strength is actually humanity’s fault?” Kael asked in surprise.
Angel said: “Let the present handle present matters; let the past remain in the past. Human stances can change at any time; perhaps one day, humans will stand on the same side as the Demon Gods. So saying that humans are the culprits for the weakening of the Abyssal natives isn’t accurate. It’s just that the stance now and in the past is different. Moreover, the humans who could influence the Fall of the Gods are at realms we cannot reach. Why should we speculate on what they think?”
After Angel finished saying this in the mental connection, he looked up at the curled-horn half-demon opposite him.
“I’m sorry that my words made you feel angry,” Angel said, bowing deeply after he finished speaking.
Although the other party showed no emotional fluctuations, Angel continued: “I believe that you have stayed in Nightfall City for so long; you should know that humans and the Abyss ultimately have cultural differences. What I said was not intentional, and I also know quite a few Abyssal clan members with special surnames.”
“Oh? You want to use those Abyssal friends with clan surnames you mentioned to get close to me?” The curled-horn half-demon smiled coldly.
Angel replied: “No, I mean they are all friends; I couldn’t possibly deliberately disrespect you. The same applies to you; it was unintentional.”
The curled-horn half-demon gave Angel a deep look, and the malice around him slowly subsided.
“I retract my malice, but it doesn’t mean I’ve forgiven you; it’s just because I know it has no effect on you,” the curled-horn half-demon said: “I have answered your question. Now, you can continue forward.”
After saying this, the curled-horn half-demon began to slowly transform into flames, seemingly unwilling to continue the conversation.
Angel sighed and didn’t say more, gesturing for everyone to move on. Wasting time here was truly meaningless.
However, what Angel didn’t expect was that as they moved forward, Vai, who always appeared as a well-behaved homebody, suddenly began to scold the curled-horn half-demon turning into flames: “Even Lord Super Dimensional took the initiative to bow and apologize, yet you still put on airs! Don’t think that the Abyssal natives are so powerful now. Isn’t it because of us humans that you can barely survive in the Abyss? I called you an Abyssal native, so what? We can’t kill you, and you can’t kill us either! I bet you can’t even step out of that circular range!”
After Vai finished speaking, he let out a heavy “hmph.”
He didn’t know what the others thought, but Daus looked at Vai with a face full of shock.
“You brat actually dared to initiate a provocation?” Daus’ eyes widened: “Isn’t that supposed to be my job? How did you learn that?”
“I didn’t learn it from you,” Vai retorted: “I just think this Abyssal native and demon hybrid is too ungrateful!”
Vai deliberately shouted the term “Abyssal native” loudly.
Daus gave Vai a thumbs-up: “It’s rare to see you so impulsive. But if next time it were me instead of Angel, would you say this for me?”
Vai rolled his eyes at Daus and didn’t answer. Protecting the reputation of an idol is a fan’s responsibility. You’re not my idol, Daus; why should I care if you die?
Listening to Vai and Daus’ conversation, Angel vaguely realized that Vai seemed to have said these words for his sake.
Was this because he had spoken up for Vai in front of the Black Count before? Was this a return favor?
But this was too impulsive.
Angel clearly felt that the curled-horn half-demon’s emotions showed a huge fluctuation for the first time.
Even when Angel previously mentioned the Abyssal natives, the other party’s emotions were just small ripples, but now they were continuous, unending waves.
Angel wanted to say a few words to Vai, but felt that since the other party was speaking on his behalf, it wouldn’t be right to criticize him. Angel could only look at the Black Count; after all, Vai was the Black Count’s descendant, so it was up to the Black Count to discipline him.
But Angel discovered that the Black Count was quietly resting on Vai’s hand at this moment. Although he didn’t say anything, the emotion he exuded had a hint of… satisfaction?
Was this an affirmation of Vai?!
Angel rubbed his temples. How could even the Black Count think that what Vai said was good?
Angel was really helpless this time. It seemed that making an enemy of this curled-horn half-demon was inevitable.
Well, if they were to become enemies, so be it. Angel wasn’t afraid of this curled-horn half-demon.
If the other party really wanted to confront them head-on, they would be the ones to suffer in the end. Moreover, Angel had said that they were bound together with the magic formation; as long as the magic formation wasn’t destroyed, they wouldn’t die. Although that was true, Angel had ways to isolate them individually. Although it would take a lot of time, if they really became enemies, then there was no need to leave any survivors; it would be better to let them vanish completely.
Angel had already started to silently think about his wording. Later, when the Black Count and Daus held back those two demon souls, he would deal with the magic formation. After separating them, he would directly and completely annihilate their souls.
However, before Angel could voice his plan, the curled-horn half-demon returned to his ghostly form.
The curled-horn half-demon did not call out “Little Pig,” nor did any malice appear on him; he just quietly stared at Vai: “You said that the natives now rely on humans to survive in the Abyss?”
“What, are you curious? You just said you wouldn’t answer our questions. You don’t answer, I won’t answer either. I’m not telling you!” Vai blurted out without thinking.
The curled-horn half-demon slowly moved his gaze to Angel.
Angel thought for a moment and nodded: “What he said is roughly correct. However, the various native races of the Abyss are also divided into factions. Not all have allied with humans; some have joined under the demons.”
Just as Angel’s words faded, the emotions of the curled-horn half-demon surged once more, this time, the fluctuation was even more intense than when Vai had cursed earlier!
“Serving under demons?” The curled-horn half-demon’s voice remained calm, but his emotions roiled like stormy seas: “Could you tell me which clans have come under the dominion of demons?”
From this line of questioning, it was evident that the curled-horn half-demon was even more incensed about the Abyssal natives being subjugated by demons.
But clearly, he himself possesses half of the curled-horn demon’s bloodline?
So, is he a staunch proponent of clan honor, deeply loathing demons? Yet earlier, there was no sign that he was displeased with mixed bloodlines.
Angel harbored many doubts, but he also knew that even among humans, thoughts could differ greatly, let alone with a half-demon from a different culture. Perhaps the other party merely harnessed the demon bloodline for power, yet still upheld the glory of his clan?
Angel said: “My understanding of the Abyss is limited; I only know a few natives with clan surnames. Which clan are you interested in? Perhaps I’ve heard of them.”
Angel spoke thus, hoping to ascertain which clan the curled-horn half-demon belonged to.
However, the curled-horn half-demon was no fool: “Just tell me what you know.”
Seeing that the other party wasn’t taking the bait, Angel could only shrug: “Very well, I’ll start with The Nea Clan. Have you heard of the Nea clan?”
“I have heard of them, the lineage of the savior of old.”
“Savior?”
The curled-horn half-demon was noticeably more forthcoming than before, explaining: “I cannot divulge too much, but in the Abyss of bygone days, the Nea lineage did indeed give rise to a savior. They possess an exceedingly noble bloodline.”
Angel raised an eyebrow and remarked: “A noble bloodline? Alas, that is merely the glory of the past.”
Chapter 2607 Demon Soul <TOC> Chapter 2609 Nodin and Dantalian