Octavius now looked nothing like an Abyssal Bear Goblin. He had grown to nearly 1.8 meters tall, sprouted two short ram horns on his head, and a demon's tail behind him. His face had also taken on a distinctly demonic cast.
This was the result after he took the diluted Mana Water that Leon had given him. He was evolving into a demon—though he looked like a bizarre hybrid of Abyssal Bear Goblin and demon, at least he counted as a demon now…
Seeing this guy, Leon was now thoroughly convinced of one thing: every creature infused with abyssal power probably carried the blood of demons.
Those violent, chaotic, and mercurial demons were even more depraved than some dragons. From dragons to lizards, from elemental beings to slimes—there was hardly a creature demons hadn’t bred with. Well, except for Abyssal Maggots…
Pull out any abyssal creature at random, and chances are it has demon blood. All those so-called Abyssal Spellcasters—every last one of them awakened their demonic bloodline.
There’d been rumors in Northend for ages: the Warlock class only appeared because of abyssal demons. In fact, all magical beasts found in every plane are descendants of abyssal demons, and those who become Warlocks do so only because their demon bloodline has awakened…
Now Leon believed it completely. Those foolish demons didn’t even spare Abyssal Goblins—was there anything they wouldn’t do?
Lately, every time Leon subdued a tribe—even evil fire elementals—they’d send him some of their tribe’s “beauties.” Every few days, there’d be another delivery. Even the crawling beasts would send dozens of their females at a time…
It wasn’t until Leon, annoyed, killed a whole bunch of fools that the beauty deliveries finally stopped for good.
Then, by chance, Leon overheard Octavius scolding his subordinates, and finally learned why these abyssal idiots had stopped sending him beauties.
It wasn’t fear of being killed. They’d simply believed Octavius’s words: as a pureblood demon, their great master wouldn’t even look at these filthy, ugly abyssal creatures. Only pureblood demonesses were worthy of their great master…
Now, this pack of idiots was charging at the Demon Fortress like lunatics. Leon suspected they weren’t just out to devour every moving rebel inside—the real prize was to catch a pureblood demoness to present to their great master…
No one wanted another race to beat them to it. Who knew—maybe whoever caught a pureblood demon first would get one of those terrifying demon potions, the kind that could evolve an unqualified cannon fodder Bear Goblin into a half-demon. That was a priceless thing!
Octavius rode his hideous, terrifying demon beast, swinging his hand and slapping its head hard.
"Damn it, you idiot! Charge! We have to be the first ones into that Demon Fortress—there must be pureblood demonesses inside! If I catch one and offer her to our great master, maybe I’ll get another reward. This time, I might even evolve into a true demon…"
Octavius swung his iron club, leading five thousand Abyssal Bear Goblins in a frenzied charge toward the Demon Fortress.
A barrage of meteors, trailing long plumes of black smoke, crashed into the army. Every second, a dozen Abyssal Bear Goblins were pulverized, but the rest just kept charging, like madmen—no fear, no hesitation.
Octavius had evolved into a half-demon, but he’d driven these guys completely insane. Otherwise, none of these idiots would’ve ever dreamed up the terrifying idea of catching a pureblood demoness.
Three months ago, any Abyssal Bear Goblin who dared voice such thoughts would’ve been beaten to death by their horrified kin…