Angor didn't notice what was going on outside. He was focused on feeding the demon.
He had used all kinds of poisons in the past few minutes, from biological toxins to neurotoxins, and even some energy-polluting potions.
But the demon in front of him took them all. Not only did it not suffer any harm after eating all kinds of poisons, Angor even noticed that the creature seemed to like some of the potions that contained energy. When Angor took them out, the creature even tried to snatch them away.
Angor thought the demon's stomach was a furnace that would not be affected by any food, including poisons. However, it seemed that the demon was also a picky eater.
Since the demon ate too fast, it would take some time for his Demonic Meat to grow, so he had to use other food as an excuse to get rid of the demon. The demon didn't care about the variety of food. It even showed great interest in some of them.
However, when he tossed a black object to the demon, the demon noticed that something strange was going on.
Just like before, the demon swallowed it without hesitation. But in the next second, its eyes suddenly widened, and it turned around to retch. The sound of vomiting was earth-shattering!
At first, Angor was quite happy because he thought some kind of poison was working. However, after vomiting for a long time, the demon only vomited out a half-corroded black object.
The black object fell to the ground and released a hissing mist.
Apart from the foul smell of the demon's saliva, there was also the smell of rotten socks.
Angor looked at the almost shapeless object and didn't know what to say.
If he remembered correctly, that black lump should be … Magic Bread, and it was made by him.
He used all kinds of poisons on the demon, but the demon didn't react at all. However, the Mana Bread he randomly picked up was enough to make the demon vomit so loudly.
Angor had mixed feelings. Didn't you say you didn't care about the taste of food?
No matter how bad his Mana Bread tasted, it shouldn't be vomiting, right? At most, it smelled a little strange. It could still fill its stomach if it held its nose.
When Angor's expression darkened, the demon finished vomiting. It turned around and gave Angor a hateful glare.
The demon wasn't in its right mind and couldn't express itself fully, but Angor still understood the anger in its eyes.
— — You actually dared to poison me!
I didn't! I'm not! You're spouting nonsense! Angor wanted to yell at the top of his lungs. He did try to poison the creature, but the creature did not react at all. Instead, a "non-poisonous" Mana Bread made it overreact.
The demon glared at Angor angrily.
Out of instinct, he took out a piece of Devilish Meat and tossed it at the demon. However, it didn't do anything. Instead, it kept glaring at Angor and stomped on the meat that fell to the ground.
The anger of being "poisoned" surpassed his hunger at this moment!
In its remaining rationality, it seemed to understand that the guy in front of it had a lot of delicious food on him, but he would poison it. So, if it killed him, all the delicious food would be its!
The demon sped up and pounced on him again. He cursed in his mind and turned to run.
The current situation seemed to have returned to how it was before. The demon chased after him while Angor kept dodging.
Their figures flickered in and out of the foggy underground hall like illusions. Angor kept throwing food at the demon. However, the demon's obsession was completely focused on Angor, so the food didn't seem to work. Well, it wasn't entirely true. The demon still wouldn't let go of anything that contained energy.
However, the more items he threw at the demon, the more energy the demon gained. It was an endless loop. In order to buy time, Angor became weaker and weaker. The longer he waited, the more the demon would regain its strength, while Angor himself would become weaker.
Apart from that, the demon kept drooling, which created a poisonous mist that filled the hall with a foul atmosphere. Sometimes, he had to use "Detoxify" in advance to avoid getting poisoned while running.
The danger was getting closer, but Angor still didn't know how to get out of it.
He tried to lure the demon to attack the runes on the wall, but the demon wasn't strong enough to break them.
The only thing Angor could do in this sealed underground hall was to buy time.
But the longer he waited, the more unfavorable situations he found himself in.
Angor's body was covered in sweat. Due to the white mist in front of him, he instinctively chose the right path. But at this moment, the demon suddenly changed its position and happened to block his path.
Angor had no choice but to throw an energy item to lure the demon away.
This time, the demon didn't go after the item. Instead, it attacked Angor directly.
It was too late to dodge at such a close distance.
Angor ejected his soul again and teleported to the other side of the hall with the help of the sequence of gravity.
It was a close call, but he managed to escape in the end. Drip, drip, drip … Angor suddenly heard the sound of water dripping.
He looked down and saw that there was a wound on his left shoulder. Dark red blood was slowly dripping from the bloody hole.
On the other side, the skinny demon turned around amidst the ethereal white mist.
The creature's hideous face was revealed. Its mouth was wide open, and its one-meter-long tongue was dangling from its mouth. Blood was dripping from the tip of the tongue.
Seeing this, Angor was almost certain that it was the monster's tongue that caused the wound.
The demon's tongue continued to extend from one meter to two meters, three meters … The long tongue fell into the white mist. Not long after, an oval-shaped energy crystal was rolled out of the white mist by the tongue and swallowed into its mouth.
It was the energy crystal Angor tossed out earlier. The demon didn't pick it up earlier, but now, it used its tongue to bring it back.
Angor's heart skipped a beat when he saw this.
Before this, the demon was completely delirious. It only knew how to chase after Angor, and it even used its physical strength to do so. At that time, the demon was easy to deal with. Angor could lure it away with ordinary food.
But what happened after that clearly showed the demon's change. The demon refused ordinary food and only accepted energy items. It began to actively pursue Angor. Later, it decided to give up on energy items and kill Angor first.
It even began to use other means, such as its tongue.
It wasn't hard to see the demon's change. Perhaps it was still delirious, but in terms of battle consciousness, it began to weigh and choose to "seek advantages and avoid disadvantages".
Once such a powerful demon was awakened, Angor would never be able to defeat it.
It was only using its tongue now. Maybe the demon would use more tricks next time, such as energy attacks, or … pressure.
Angor would die for sure.
After using Heal to stop the bleeding, Angor became more alert when facing the demon.
As he expected, the demon became more and more aggressive. Angor had to use the sequence of gravity several times to dodge the attack. Even so, he still got a lot of wounds on his body.
A moment later, Angor felt his face heating up. His sweat evaporated and made him dizzy.
Although the wounds on his body were not fatal, there was too much blood flowing out, causing him to show signs of fainting.
The demon, on the other hand, was becoming more and more alert and moving faster.
Angor knew he couldn't hold on for much longer.
Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Angor couldn't tell whether it was his blood or the demon's saliva.
When he looked up, the demon was already in front of him.
Angor gritted his teeth and used all his strength to roll again. He came to the other side and threw out several energy items, hoping to buy more time.
He could feel that the ground had begun to tremble. This meant that the time of Rasudran's destruction was getting closer.
If he could buy more time, the ground would change and he would have a chance to escape.
But he was disappointed. This time, the demon didn't even look at the energy items. It turned around and attacked Angor.
"Will you become my follower?"
Angor was almost out of strength. He couldn't dodge the attack. But time seemed to have stopped. Angor saw the demon's tongue sticking out of its mouth, which was frozen in the air.
Angor couldn't move his body, but his mind wasn't affected.
"Will you become my follower?" This was the second time Angor asked this question.
Angor looked at the center of the hall. Only the Scholar of Cruelty would ask such a question.
Angor sneered in his mind. As expected, the Scholar of Cruelty was the one who woke up the demon and trapped them in the hall. The demon chose this moment to ask because he didn't think Angor would refuse.
If he refused, he would probably be killed by the demon.
Angor weighed his options. If he wanted to live, he had to become a follower of the Scholar of Cruelty. But once he became a follower, his future would be controlled by a demon. Even his soul would belong to the demon.
Angor's mind told him to surrender. But the rebellious feeling in his mind was growing stronger and stronger.
Angor was already thinking about what happened at Twilight Auction. If only he could replicate what happened at that time … If only he could summon the monsters from the Nightmare Realm … If only he had the power to turn the tables …
The Scholar of Cruelty saw all of Angor's thoughts.
When Angor thought about the Queen of Nightmare Realm, the Scholar of Cruelty's heart skipped a beat. He sensed danger.
The Scholar of Cruelty didn't even dare to pry into Angor's mind.
Since Angor didn't answer, the Scholar of Cruelty decided to speak again.
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