Niming Lake was close to the Dim Light Mountains, and to its right was the Kaya Forest.
In terms of geography, Niming Lake was not eye-catching, but this small lake attracted almost half of the demons in the third layer of the abyss. It was even listed as a forbidden area by the wizards.
This was because the legendary Demon City, Rasudelan, was located on the island in the middle of Niming Lake.
To be precise, Rasudelan was not located on the island. The island only provided the spatial coordinates to enter it. It was located in an unknown void.
At this moment, ripples appeared on the surface of Niming Lake.
A blue-skinned shadow moved gracefully in the lake like a fish. Finally, it arrived at the island in the middle of the lake.
Other than its light blue skin, its appearance was similar to a human. However, it did not have ears. Instead, it had two curved horns. From this, one could tell that it was a half-blood demon.
Prapa was its name. In the language of demons, it represented a nameless weed. Small and humble, but full of vitality.
In the entire third layer of the abyss, Prapa belonged to the humble category. Whether it was in terms of strength or bloodline, it was at the bottom.
After all, other than half of its bloodline being that of a native, the other half was that of a floating imp.
The floating imp was a type of demon that had a very low limit and a very high limit.
It was recognized that it had a very low limit. Many floating imps could only stay at the bottom of the demon race for their entire lives. Some half-blood demons were even more powerful than the floating imps when they were born. From this, it could be seen how weak the floating imps were.
As for the high limit, it was a title that the floating imps gave themselves. No other demons acknowledged it. There was a popular story among the floating imps. In the ancient cold era, there was a floating imp who became a demon lord that was not weaker than a demon god.
Because of this story, the floating imps felt that their limit was very high.
However, this story was very difficult to investigate. After all, the ancient cold era was a hundred thousand years ago. Other than their clan, no one else had heard of it.
Prapa was a very self-aware half-blood demon. Although it knew this story, it did not believe that it was true like its father. It actually felt that this story was very likely made up by the ancestors of the little demon You Fu out of pride.
This was because other than the powerful "ancestor" in the story, the strongest person recorded so far was only a lucky ancestor who had climbed to the bottom of the middle-rank demons.
If the upper limit was high? How could there be only one Intermediate Demon?
After Prapa recognized the truth, it had been a long time since he had dreamed of becoming stronger. It felt that it would be fine as long as it could live its life well. It would be best if it could stay with its parents and not be separated.
However, this small request was ultimately futile.
Its parents were killed by humans a year ago.
After receiving the news, Prapa was absent-minded for half a year. Imps of Nether Float were different from other demons. They had been ridiculed and ridiculed, so they usually lived in solitude. Even if they became partners with abyssal natives, they would never abandon them.
Its parents loved each other and raised it with great care.
For safety, they even stayed away from the center of the demon clan to an extremely remote place. Usually, when they saw humans, they would hide far away.
Living carefully like this, they still could not avoid the disaster.
Prapa hated the humans who killed its parents. It wanted to take revenge on them, but it could not do so. As a weak half-blood demon, it was probably equivalent to a sorcerer-apprentice among humans. Humans had all kinds of wonderful weapons and props, so it could not beat anyone.
It was at this time that Prapa began to understand the importance of personal strength.
It began to think about improving itself, but the information left in its bloodline did not have any quick way to improve itself. The only way was to train itself. However, this method could not even be used by the real little demon You Fu. Prapa, who only had half of the demon bloodline, could not even think about improving.
It experimented for a few months, but to no avail. Therefore, it came to Rasudran with its hatred for humans and a strong desire to improve itself.
Rumor had it that Rasudran had everything you wanted.
This was the third month that Prapa had been in Rasudran. During this time, almost all of its thoughts were on Rasudran and earning demon gold coins. Only when it was tired would it leave Rasudran and go to the bottom of Lake Niming outside to quietly recover its strength under the comfort of the gentle lake water.
Now, after resting, Prapa once again stepped onto the island in the middle of the lake.
Its eyes were very determined. For its goal, it could not relax. Even if … in its heart, it still had doubts. Could it really become strong and avenge its parents?
The island in the middle of the lake was not big. There was not a single blade of grass growing on it, only a few undulating small depressions.
Prapa controlled the lake water and made a set of green clothes for itself. This kind of dressing was actually very rare among demons. However, some of the stronger demons had their own dressing style. Hence, the middle and low-level demons followed suit and became the trend for a while. However, it was only in the Demon Citadel that they would wear clothes. It seemed that with a dress that represented civilization, they could restrain their uncivilized savagery.
Prapa's dressing style was not following the trend but purely based on its mother's teachings.
After putting on its clothes, Prapa came to a small depression not far away.
As it walked, ripples suddenly appeared in front of it. The next second, it passed through the ripples and came to a boundless void.
In the dark void, there was a floating island city.
At the highest point of the city, at the top of a terrifying tower, there was a resplendent ball of light. It illuminated the entire city, turning it into a city without night!
This was the great and eternal Demon Citadel in the Void! Rasudran!
As soon as Prapa entered, it was at the edge of the island.
Looking down from the edge of the island, it could see a dark vortex in the void below. Near the vortex, there were a large number of strange-looking demons flying around.
Rasudran was not only a Demon Citadel but also a hub station that led to the inner layer of the Abyss.
The dark vortex below was connected to the inner layer of the Abyss.
At this time, a demon that came out of the vortex below landed steadily on the Void Island, coincidentally near Prapa.
It was a demon that was more than three meters tall and had hideous bone wings on its back.
After it landed, it found Prapa, who was cowering behind a large rock not far away. A trace of cruelty flashed in its bloodthirsty eyes, and in Prapa's horrified expression, it stretched out its finger and flicked.
A dark ray of light shot straight at Prapa.
Before it could react, the big rock in front of it exploded into pieces. It was also thrown into the air by the force of the explosion. In the end, it fell heavily to the ground, its whole body in a sorry state.
The bone-winged demon laughed a few times. Prapa's wretched appearance clearly pleased it. It did not attack again, but left a word of "trash" and flew into Rasudran.
Prapa trembled all over. Its eyes were filled with anger, sadness, and self-doubt.
In the Demon Citadel that had no rules, as long as the order on the surface was not broken, even if the bone-winged demon killed it, no one would say anything.
Prapa licked its wounds alone. After a long time, it slowly stood up and limped into Rasudran.
Its mother once told it that if it wanted to become strong, it had to experience setbacks. This was the process of growth.
Although it understood that these were just beautiful words to comfort itself, what else could it do except to convince itself?
… …
The structure of Rasudran's city was very different from the cities of the natives. The doors of the buildings here were at least three meters tall. Even the doors were so tall, showing how big the buildings were. In a trance, it was as if they had entered a city of giants.
Although the buildings were huge, in fact, most of the demons walking on the streets were about the same size as Prapa. These huge doors were not prepared for them. They were basically set up for the bone-winged demons from before, or higher demons.
Most of the time, the customers of a shop could be judged from the door of a building.
For example, the gigantic castle several kilometers away from here was actually also a shop. Judging from the scale of the castle, it could even serve Great Demons. It was a high-end shop.
Another example was to Prapa's right.
In the cover of a forest, there was a low wooden house. Not to mention that this was the outermost area of Rasudran, just the door of the wooden house was less than two meters tall. It could be seen that the customers of this wooden house were probably low-end customers.
To be honest, even Prapa felt that the two-meter door was too small. It could reach its head if it tiptoed slightly.
Moreover, the roof of the wooden house looked very low. Wouldn't it be so cramped that it would be difficult to breathe?
If not for the shop sign above the door, Prapa would not even think that it was a shop.
"Eh?" Suddenly, Prapa's eyes flashed with doubt. "When was this wooden house set up here? When I left the day before yesterday, this seemed to be an empty space? "
Could it have been opened in the past two days?
Prapa looked at the shop sign in confusion, only to see a row of words written in the Demon language in terrible handwriting.
Psychedelic.
It did not sound like a proper shop.
Prapa continued to walk forward and came to the place where it usually helped. It was a prey hall opened by a half-blood demon.
The door was four meters tall, which was normal in all of Rasudran's shops.
Its job was actually very simple. It was to clean the prey that the owner hunted.
The reason why Prapa could come here to help, other than because the Nether Float water it released had the effect of "freshness and flavor", was mostly because of the owner's pity.
Speaking of which, the owner seemed to have a powerful fire-type demon bloodline. When it first met the owner, Prapa was a little afraid because of its natural attribute restraint.
Who would have thought that it could live in Rasudran because of the owner who looked disgusting and kind.
"You're here? Today's prey is in the warehouse behind the showroom. After cleaning them, remember to put them out. "The one who spoke was a tall, fiery-haired man with exaggerated abs and a ferocious face.
It was the owner of the prey hall, Night.
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