As they approached the fourth opening, the light blue flame inside the wall candlestick began to rise as if someone poured hot oil on it.
In a matter of seconds, the flame reached a height of three meters. Then, as if a painter was drawing, two humanoid figures were outlined by the flame.
"Strong malice …" Angor muttered.
"Undead creatures aren't undead creatures if they don't have such strong malice," Dorcas added.
"No, this malice is different. This energy …" Angor stopped mid-sentence. He squinted his eyes and stared at the two figures, trying to figure out who they were.
The undead definitely couldn't run away. This was what all the wizards agreed upon.
They already sensed the presence of death when the two figures were still in the mimicry fire. The fire inside the wall candlestick was the Undead Fire created by the undead creatures.
Angor had seen too many undead creatures in his life to recognize their aura. That was pure and direct malice. The two undead creatures that had yet to show themselves were filled with malice, but there seemed to be a different aura mixed with it.
Angor felt that he had seen it before.
As Angor pondered, the lower half of the undead creature on the left had already come out of the mimicry fire, as if it couldn't wait to attack them.
Everyone was stunned when they saw the lower half of the undead creature.
They thought it was a human undead creature, but they didn't expect it to be a fallen undead creature.
He saw that this undead had two huge cattail fan ears, and its nose was like a sliced onion, with two black dots on it. To put it simply, it looked like a pig's nose.
As for the other parts, it looked like a human, but there was something different about it. Even Dorcas couldn't tell what was different about it.
Dorcas looked at the stone tablet in Wail's hand and wondered if he should ask the Dark Earl about it.
But before Dorcas could say anything, Angor's voice already reached everyone's ears.
"Demon soul …"
Everyone was surprised, especially Dorcas. He pointed at the pig head that was about to attack them. "You're saying that pig head was a demon when it was alive?"
"Yes, to be precise, it's a half-blood demon." Angor considered. "If you don't think so, you can look at the one on the right."
Dorcas followed Angor's finger and looked at the candlestick on the right. The one on the left was in a hurry to get out, but because of his struggle, only half of his body was exposed. The one on the right was not in a hurry. He slowly walked out of the light blue flames. His movements were slow and even elegant.
Soon, the undead on the right stepped out first. He still looked like a human, but his pupils and the whites of his eyes were reversed. There was a pair of very obvious curly horns behind his ears.
Behind him was a black demon tail.
"This is …" Dorcas had been to the Abyss before, but he hadn't had much contact with demons. Firstly, the demons were too strong, and secondly, Dorcas had only been to the foothold cities on the surface.
Therefore, even though he could see traces of a demon on the right, he still didn't know what kind of demon it was.
"A hybrid of a curly-horned demon and an Abyss native," Angor muttered.
Dorcas checked the demon encyclopedia and confirmed that the curly-horned undead looked very similar to a curly-horned demon.
Dorcas pointed to the one on the left. "Then what kind of demon is this pig man?"
"A Boar Devil," Angor answered confidently.
"A Boar Devil … sounds weak. Maybe it's similar to the Boar Devils from the Barbarians, and it's because of its strong reproduction ability?" Dorcas mumbled.
"Sir, I remember hearing about a Boar Devil from a few years ago," Vaey suddenly spoke up. "You said he fought against Mister Monkey?"
A Boar Devil could fight against Mister Monkey? Everyone's disdain for the Boar Devil was instantly wiped away.
Mister Monkey was a level-3 truth-finder wizard, the strongest wizard in the southern wizardry region. A Boar Devil that could fight against Mister Monkey had to be at least a high-tier demon.
"You can shut up if you don't remember what I said." The Dark Earl's voice came from the stone slab.
Wa Yi stared blankly for a moment before stuttering, "S-Sir, w-did I say something wrong again?"
The Dark Earl humphed and didn't want to answer.
"Mister Dark Earl, you're talking about Moggenheim, right?" Angor asked.
When they heard the name Moggenheim, Vale and Kal didn't feel anything, but Dorcas's expression turned serious.
Morgenheim was a name that could strike fear into anyone in the entire Sorcerer World.
The reason why it was so famous was because it had once fought a long and shocking battle with His Excellency Meng Qi, who was publicly acknowledged as the strongest person in the Southern Region.
In the end, His Excellency Monchi won that battle, while Moggenheim escaped, but he paid the price of his left eye.
Because of this, Moggenheim became famous in the wizarding world. Everyone knew that this skinny, fair-skinned demon with a curly tail was someone they couldn't afford to offend.
"Yes, I was just casually mentioning that some people in Moggenheim guessed that it was a Demon Boar. I didn't say that the Demon Boar fought with Monchi." The Black Earl's nostrils flared as he spoke.
Vaey scratched his head in embarrassment. "That's true. I-I remembered it wrong again."
If Vaey was telling the truth, everyone would have to be more careful when dealing with a Boar Devil hybrid. Now that they heard the truth, everyone sighed in relief.
"He's right, actually." Angor spoke up for Wail. "Wail's right."
Vaey looked at Angor in surprise. Angor looked at the Dark Earl. "Moggenheim is a Boar Devil."
"How do you know? Even Monkey, who found Moggenheim's left eye, couldn't confirm its identity. "The Dark Earl was also surprised by Angor's confidence.
"I saw Moggenheim once in the Abyss Plane," Angor said, "and I'm sure it's a Boar Devil."
Angor didn't explain how because it involved his shop in Rasudran and the Abyss Dragon, Fafnir. It was too troublesome to explain.
"You saw Moggenheim and it's still alive?" Dorcas asked in surprise.
Angor answered lazily, "Yeah, I saw Moggenheim and the Lord of Flameless. I'm still alive and well. What's wrong?"
Dorcas didn't know what to say. He vaguely heard Angor's gossip before. "N-nothing. I'm just curious."
The Dark Earl didn't ask how Angor came to this conclusion. He simply said in a plain tone, "You've confirmed Moggenheim's race? That's quite a big news."
"Too bad no one will believe me even if I submit it. Otherwise, I'll get a few hundred magic crystals for it," Dorcas added.
Everyone was speechless. That's what you're thinking, isn't it? Why else would you care about money?
Dorcas didn't mind the strange looks everyone was giving him. He even added shamelessly, "Yeah, that's what I'm thinking. Angor doesn't need those magic crystals, but I do! It's just that … damn it, I have no evidence to back up my words. No one will believe me. "
Just as everyone was shocked by how thick-skinned Dorcas was, the Demon Soul that had been ignored suddenly spoke.
"The people who came this time are even more unscrupulous than the people who came last time. Stop struggling, piggy. We'll let them go in the end anyway. "
It was the demon soul with a curly horn on its head.
Everyone stopped talking when they heard the revenant speak. Furthermore, it was a logical voice. All eyes were on the half-blood demon.
"You … can talk?" Dorcas looked at the demon soul in confusion.
"You're asking something like that. Looks like the wizards of the future haven't done enough research on demon souls and undead creatures." The curly-horned half-blood demon's tone was no different from a human's. It even had the air of an old-school aristocrat, which matched the elegance of its movements.
"Do you know what lies at the end of this path?"
"The Stairs of Hanging Prison?"
"You know a lot, you rude one," the curly-horned demon said.
Rude one? Angor didn't know what to say. When did he say that?
The curly-horned demon continued, "Since you know the Stairs of Hanging Prison is behind us, you should know that as guards, we're not the kind of undead creatures who can't tell right from wrong.
"Of course. Piggy might be a little dumb, but he's very obedient. Especially when it comes to me."
Everyone followed the demon's gaze and saw the half-blood demon with a pig's head, which had been struggling to get out. It was now quietly burning on the candlestick as if it was a real fire.
"Now, you may go." The curly-horned demon raised a hand and signaled them to move forward.
"You're a guard. You're letting us in just like that?" Angor asked.
"My loyal master has left, and the city is in ruins. The Stairs of Hanging Prison no longer requires protection. My job as a guard is temporarily over."
"Temporarily? Do you mean that Nether City will regain its former glory one day? "
The curly-horned demon said, "Rude one, and other visitors. I know you have a lot of questions, just like the visitors from hundreds or thousands of years ago. Unfortunately, I won't answer any of them."
"Don't threaten me. There's a reason why Piggy and I haven't been killed in the last ten thousand years. At least, you can't kill me here. Of course, I can't do anything to you either. So, please move on. Don't waste your time on me. "
Dorcas frowned. The curly-horned demon had been polite from beginning to end, but it was still annoying.
"You're just an undead creature. I can't kill you, but you think I can't exile you?" Dorcas mumbled.
The curly-horned Half-Blood Demon smiled faintly and didn't move.
Angor pulled Dorcas back. "It's bound to the magic array. As long as the magic array isn't broken, they won't die. If you use Exile, the magic array will reflect on you, and you'll be the one exiled, not the array. "
The curly-horned demon looked at Angor. "I have to compliment you again. You know a lot about rude people."
"But the magic array is both their protective shell and their shackles."
Angor looked at the curly-horned demon. "You and your friends can't move around too much, can you?"
"The purpose of a guard is to protect, not to kill," the curly-horned demon said. "So, we don't need to move around too much."
"Won't you get bored after being trapped here for ten thousand years?"
The corners of the curly-horned half-blood demon's mouth curled up slightly. "You want to use this topic to pry open my mouth? Like I said, I won't tell you anything. As for whether I'm bored or not, just like those two gargoyles, they don't care about boredom when they're asleep. "
"So undead can sleep too?" Dorcas chimed in, but no one paid him any attention.
At this moment, the Black Earl asked, "Have you heard of the Mirror Demon God?"
The curly-horned half-blood demon said, "What, you still haven't given up? I said I won't answer your questions. "
"You know Franklin, don't you?"
The curly-horned demon raised an eyebrow. "Do I need to compliment you for being rude for the third time? You know a lot of things. "
With that, the curly-horned demon fell into silence again.
Everyone looked at the curly-horned demon in front of them and felt helpless.
It would be better if they could beat it up and make it behave.
This curly-horned half-blood demon that had lived in Nether City for ten thousand years definitely knew a lot of secrets. But now, he couldn't beat it, and he couldn't get any information out of it either.
Angor felt the most helpless among them. He could sense the demon's emotions. Although the curly-horned demon seemed to be talking back and forth with them, it didn't show any emotion at all.
Even when Franklin, the former master of Stairs of Hanging Prison, was mentioned, the curly-horned demon didn't show any emotion.
This was a tough guy.
Angor considered for a moment. "So you can see through all our tricks. Alright, we'll leave now. Sweet dreams for you and your friends. But before we go, I have one last question. "
Before the curly-horned demon could refuse, Angor quickly added, "Don't worry, I won't tell you anything about this place.
"Don't worry, I won't ask you any questions about this place. I'm asking a question about myself … Why did you call me a rude person?"
Angor didn't want to waste too much time here. Besides, Black Earl told him through their Spirit Bond that something was wrong with the olfactory locator.
Angor was serious about leaving. But before he left, he still felt a little annoyed.
Everyone else was a guest. How did he become a rude person?
"Do you care about this question?"
Angor nodded. "Yes, I do. So you decided not to answer my question and make me curious? "
The curly-horned demon chuckled. "No. I won't answer other questions, but I'm happy to answer this one."
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