"Last time, I sensed the aura of the Primordial Flame. I don't know if it was an illusion. Young Master Gregory, shall we go in and take a look?"
Gregory hesitated for a moment before nodding his head. Previously, it did not feel anything when it was here, but now that it had returned to the Prey Hall, it had an inexplicable feeling … Gregory felt that its flame seemed to have become more lively than before, as though it was faintly anticipating something.
With this strange feeling, Gregory and Tanding walked into the Prey Hall.
Passing through the cold black and white checkered floor, the candlelight was dim and yellow. Grunewood even felt a chilling wind blowing through the hall, causing the flames on its body to flicker like embers.
Tanding frowned. The atmosphere in the Prey Hall was too empty and cold. It did not seem like an environment where the Primordial Flame could grow.
It was Tanding who suggested coming here, but now, he could not help but ask himself, "Is there really the Primordial Flame here?"
On the other hand, Gregory, who said without hesitation that there was no aura of the Primordial Flame, had his big round eyes turned into an inverted triangle due to his frown. He muttered repeatedly, "This place is very strange."
He had a feeling that the Primordial Flame that Orlucia was looking for might be here.
However, as the last descendant of the Firemark Tribe, Gregory could not feel the aura of the Primordial Flame at all. It was as if the feeling in his heart was just a joke.
"Is there anyone here?" Tanding's voice echoed in the empty hall. Apart from his own echo, no one answered him.
"Let's go to the inner court." Gregory listened carefully and could faintly hear whispers coming from the direction of the inner court.
The deeper he went, the more obvious the buzzing sound became. It was as if countless people were talking in his ears. It sounded like crazy shouts, desperate whispers, and vicious curses.
Gregory trembled and suddenly did not dare to move forward.
"Young Master, what's wrong?" Tanding looked over. It was Gregory who suggested to move forward. Why did he stop now?
"Didn't you hear it?" Gregory was like a sieve, trembling uncontrollably. The flames that he had shaken off landed on the ground, making hissing sounds. White smoke flashed and was completely extinguished. "Can't you hear those voices?"
"What was that sound?" Tanding said solemnly, "Young Master, I didn't hear anything. If you feel that something is amiss, why don't we leave first?"
Gregory shook his head but did not say a word. He continued to tremble as he walked forward. However, his footsteps were much smaller.
If Angor were here, he would probably sigh at the fact that the kid could be scared.
Seeing that his young master had no intention of retreating, Tanding hesitated for a moment before following him.
Along the way, Gregory was troubled by the murmurs of misery, despair, and madness. Before it took every step, it felt that a terrifying nightmare might appear before it with a sinister smile. But when they arrived at the exhibition hall of the inner court, it was still calm and tranquil.
Standing at the entrance of the exhibition hall, Tanding asked, "Young Master Gregory, are you alright?"
Gregory stared at the pitch-black door of the exhibition hall. It could sense that the whispers that lingered by its ears were coming from inside.
"Let's go in." Gregory ignored the worry in Tanding's eyes and walked into the exhibition hall.
Of course, the specimens in the exhibition hall were not enough to scare the young demon.
While Tanding was looking around the exhibition hall to see if there was anything amiss, Gregory walked to a painting alone. With his tail on the ground, Gregory tried his best to push his body up until he was eye level with the burning flame in the painting.
Gregory looked at the flame, and for some reason, he felt that it was strangely familiar.
After Tanding confirmed that there was no danger in the exhibition hall, he came to Gregory's side. When he stood next to Gregory, he suddenly realized that Gregory's eyes were covered with a layer of mist. He was staring at the painting on the wall without blinking.
Tanding did not see anything special about the painting.
It observed the painting carefully. It was a very ordinary painting. Only the flame in the dark background was very realistic.
"Young Master, there's a door over there. Should we go check it out?"
Gregory did not answer Tanding's question. Instead, he pointed at the flame in the painting and said, "The murmurs came from the flame …"
It was filled with sadness, as if the flame was burying a special thought.
Tanding stared at the flame and still did not hear any sound. There was nothing strange either. He hesitated for a moment before reaching out his black hand that glowed with embers and touched the flame in the painting.
Hiss —
White smoke rose and Tanding quickly retracted his finger.
As a Fire-servant, Tanding actually felt a burning sensation when his finger touched the painting?! A fire-type demon was burned by fire. If any other demon heard this, they would probably laugh at him.
However, it was the truth.
While Tanding was puzzled, Gregory suddenly shouted, "The painting changed!"
Tanding looked up and saw that the flame in the darkness in the center of the painting suddenly increased. In a short time, the flame in the center completely covered the darkness. Originally, the darkness in the painting was more than eighty percent. Now, the flame actually showed signs of fighting.
"Why did the flame in the painting suddenly increase?"
While Tanding was still puzzled, Gregory suddenly said in an excited tone, "I feel the aura of the Origin Fire. It's in this painting!"
Gregory's words stunned Tanding. The Origin Fire they had been searching for was in the painting?
While Tanding was still wondering what was going on with this painting, the painting changed again. In the center of the painting, where the flame burned the most, a ripple suddenly appeared.
With the appearance of the ripple, the flames on Gregory's body seemed to sense some frequency as images drilled into Gregory's mind.
These images were all flames, or rather, they were all flames under the night sky in the painting. However, it wasn't just flames. The flames were also burning different targets. There were natives who had just given birth and were still lying on their beds, half-blooded demons with dog legs, Kumo beasts that had been tamed by the natives, Tree Demons from the Abyss, and magical creatures that followed the flames …
These lives were all burned by the flames. They let out miserable cries and sorrowful melodies.
Gregory suddenly understood that the whispers he had been hearing before might be the last lingering sounds of these burned creatures.
At this moment, when Gregory looked at the painting on the wall, he no longer felt that it was just darkness and flames.
There was more information hidden in the painting, but it was all buried by the night and burned by the flames.
The ripple was still expanding on the painting, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing circles of ripples. When the ripple spread to the entire painting, a tall figure suddenly appeared from the flames in the center of the painting.
When he saw the figure, Tanding immediately pulled Gregory behind him and looked at the opposite side with vigilance.
It was the half-blood demon that walked out of the painting leisurely.
Its hair was burning and the lines on its face were distorted, but its expression was cold and calm.
It was only a half-blood demon, but Tanding felt an inexplicable fear. It was a pure-blood demon, but it actually felt fear toward a half-blood bastard?! It simply couldn't believe it.
While Tandin was on high alert, the half-blood demon finally turned its attention to them.
"I thought it would be him." The half-blood demon lowered its brows and muttered in a low voice, "So it's just two lackeys."
Tanding said, "You mean you knew we would come? Who are you? "
While Tanding was asking, the young flame demon, Gregory, suddenly came out from the other side. He widened his eyes and stared at the half-blood demon. After a while, he said, "The aura of the Origin Flame is on him, but … it doesn't seem to be fully awakened."
Tanding was surprised by Gregory's words. The Origin Fire was actually born in a half-blood demon. This was something that had never happened before in history.
"How is this possible?" Tanding muttered. "Why is the Origin Flame on a half-blood demon?"
The young demon did not care about the difference between a half-blood and a pure-blood. Instead, it wanted to finish the task as soon as possible, so it quickly spoke to the half-blood demon. "I'm Gregory. I'm here to find the Origin Flame on behalf of Lady Orucia."
The half-blood demon looked down at the fireball in the air and spoke in a cold tone, "I'm the owner of this place, Night."
…
While the demon was talking to Night, Angor was busy constructing the model of a door in his mind space.
Finally, Angor let out a sigh of relief when the new pattern was successfully installed on the model.
At the same time, the wind chime in the yard began to ring.
He stretched his back and checked Toby's condition inside his bracelet. Then, he used his spirit feelers to check the Soft Larva's nest. After making sure that the Dream Weaver Ant and the Soft Larva were still in a stalemate, he walked down from the attic.
He saw Canaan in the yard, who was covering a large pile of monster corpses with water.
Canaan looked at Angor and asked in a puzzled tone, "Mister, I did as you asked and bought these corpses. But … what's the use of them? They don't taste good. "
Angor smiled. "They're useless to you. But they're very useful to me."
Earlier, he was planning to earn some demon coins during his stay here so that he could buy some materials unique to the Abyss.
He asked Canaan if Canaan went to buy pipes made of special materials. Canaan said no, so Angor was hoping that the owner of the nightclub would help him.
However, what he did not expect was that when he received a new batch of guests in the morning, a blood-eyed naga from the Dark Sea Vortex did not pay with demon gold coins but took out the corpse of a sea monster to repay the debt.
Canaan looked at the corpse with disdain and complained that it wouldn't sell.
However, Angor accepted the deal without hesitation.
The half-emptied corpse belonged to a wizard-level monster.
The Blood-Eye Naga took away the most useful materials, but the rest of the corpse, blood, and skin were left behind.
These were nothing to a demon with thick skin. They couldn't be sold at a high price.
However, to adepts, these things were extremely valuable!
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