At first, the curly-horned half-blood demon didn't carry much malice. At least, compared to the pig, it was much more reserved.
However, when it smiled and said "I'm more than happy to answer", a strong wave of malice was released from its body. More importantly, the malice only targeted Angor.
Still, it didn't affect Angor much. After all, he always had the even more vicious Elmi by his side. The curly-horned half-blooded Demon's malice was just a small matter.
Angor was getting more and more curious. What did he do to offend the demon? The malice was directed at him alone, and it seemed that the demon hated him a lot.
"As expected, this malice won't affect you at all." The curly-horned demon didn't seem surprised. "You have the smell of many undead on you. You must have killed a lot of them."
"So, you're targeting me because I killed a lot of undead? Like the fox grieves for the rabbit's death? "
"Like the fox grieves for the rabbit's death. That's an interesting description. But no, it's not. " The curly-horned half-blood demon said, "I never considered myself an undead, so I won't grieve for the rabbit's death."
Everyone considered the curly-horned half-blood demon as an undead. However, judging from his behavior, he didn't look like one at all. He was polite, polite, and sensible. Apart from the fact that he didn't want to reveal any information, he behaved just like any other living creature.
"Then where did your malice come from?" Angor sensed the demon's malice around him. It was still lingering around him.
The curly-horned half-blood demon was still able to control himself. He spoke in an elegant, aristocratic tone, "I am only a ghost now, but I have never forgotten my glory when I was alive. You, on the other hand, have offended the identity I was most proud of. "
That's it?
Angor wasn't the only one who thought so. The others had the same thought. They thought Angor had offended the demon before. After all, Angor knew too much about the underground maze. However, they didn't think the demon only cared about his identity.
Angor had offended the old man's identity when he was still alive. That was why the old man kept calling Angor a "rude man".
Just how much did this curly-horned half-blood demon value his identity when he was alive?
No one understood, and neither did Angor. But if it was only for such a small reason, Angor would not mind taking back his words and apologizing.
"Is it because I said you're a mixed-blood? Or should I call you a half-blood demon? "
He had seen quite a few half-bloods before, and most of them were more like humans. After all, real demons did not like half-bloods. So some of these half-bloods hated their demon bloodline too. Was this one of them?
"I'm a mixed-blood myself. It's not wrong for you to call me a half-blood demon." The curly-horned half-blood demon said indifferently, "However, what I hate is what you said when you called me a half-blood demon."
Angor pondered for a moment. "A hybrid of a curly-horned demon and an Abyss native?" He only mentioned one thing about the demon boar.
When Angor repeated his words, the curly-horned demon's malice grew stronger. The demon's calm emotions began to waver.
Without a doubt, it was because of those words.
"What do you mean by Abyss native? That's what I hate most about you humans. There are different kinds of humans, and we all have different family names. But you just used the word 'native' to describe all of us as one group. That really pisses me off … "
When the curly-horned demon finished speaking, everyone heard Black Earl's voice through their Spirit Bond.
"It's a matter of culture. Humans don't care if you're a Chi, a Karabit, a Xi, or a Hogg. As long as you're classified as a human, we don't mind calling you 'human'. Even if some of them consider themselves nobler than others, they will accept the term 'human' as a whole.
"But the natives of the Abyss are different. Some of them can accept it, but some of them have special family names and hate being lumped together with other natives. They only care about their family name, not their entire race. "
Wa Yi said, "So that's how it is … So, this half-blood demon soul had a special family name when it was alive?"
Black Earl: "It's basically confirmed."
Dorcas sneered. "In an environment like the Abyss, the natives of the Abyss can actually have such internal strife. They really have nothing better to do than to think they're noble just because of their family name. Any random demon would have to kneel no matter how noble their family name is. "
Black Earl: "It's fine to say this now, because the natives of the Abyss aren't that strong. But ten thousand years ago, those with special family names weren't weak at all. Some of them were even comparable to Legends, and they all had miraculous talents. Ten thousand years ago, they would have been proud of their family name. "
When the Black Earl said this, there was a hint of regret. After all, most of the natives of the Abyss were on the side of the humans. Many of the strongholds in the Abyss had been built with the help of the natives. So when he talked about how the natives of the Abyss were getting weaker and weaker, he sighed with emotion.
"Why did they suddenly become weaker?" Karel was puzzled.
Black Earl: "There's no proof. It seems to be related to the fall of the old gods."
Karel gave up on asking questions. After all, the old days of the Abyss were when the gods fell, which was way too long ago.
"I once heard a rumor when I was wandering around the Abyss." Angor's voice suddenly appeared in Karel's Spirit Bond. "The fall of the old gods had something to do with the wizarding world."
"You're saying that wizards caused the fall of the gods, mister? So the natives of the Abyss are getting weaker because of humans? "Karel asked in surprise.
Angor: "Let's do what we do now, and let bygones be bygones. Humans can change sides all the time. Maybe one day, they'll even side with the demons. So, it's not right to say that humans are the cause of the natives' decline. It's just that we're not on the same side as we were in the old days. Besides, humans who can influence the fall of the gods are also at a level beyond our reach. Why should we try to guess what they're thinking? "
Angor looked up at the curly-horned half-blood demon in front of him.
"I'm sorry if my words angered you." Angor bowed deeply to the old man.
The demon didn't show any emotion, but Angor still continued, "I'm sure you've stayed in Nether City for a long time, so you should know that there are differences between the cultures of humans and the Abyss. I didn't mean to say those words. Besides, I know quite a few Abyss clansmen. "
"What? Are you trying to use your friends from the Abyss Race to build a relationship?" The curly-horned half-blood Abyss Devil smiled coldly.
"No. I mean, they're all my friends. I wouldn't do that on purpose. You're the same. I just didn't mean it. "
The curly-horned demon gave Angor a meaningful look and slowly withdrew its hostility.
"That doesn't mean I've forgiven you. It's just because I know it won't work on you." The curly-horned half-blood demon said, "I've answered your questions. Now, you can move on."
With that, the curly-horned half-blood demon slowly turned into a flame. It seemed it didn't want to talk anymore.
Angor sighed and didn't say anything else. He signaled everyone to move on. There was no point in wasting time here.
But to Angor's surprise, Wai, who had been acting like an obedient otaku, suddenly scolded the flaming demon. "Mister Superdimensional bowed and apologized, and you're still acting all high and mighty? Don't think Abyss natives are all that powerful. They only managed to survive because of us humans. So what if I say you're a native of the Abyss? We can't kill you, but you think you can kill us? I don't think you can even make it out of this half-circle. "
After Wa Yi said this, he snorted heavily.
No one knew what the others thought, but Dorcas only stared at Wai with a shocked look.
"You're provoking us?" Dorcas' eyes widened. "Isn't that my job? How did you learn it?"
Wai retorted, "I didn't learn it from you. I just think this half-blood demon and Abyss native doesn't know what's good for him!"
Wai purposely used "Abyss native" in a loud voice.
Dorcas gave Wai a thumbs-up. "You're so impulsive. But if it's me instead of Angor next time, will you do the same for me? "
Wai rolled his eyes at Dorcas and didn't answer. Protecting your idol's reputation is the responsibility of a fan. Dorcas, you're not my idol. Why should I care?
Angor listened to Wai and Dorcas' conversation and realized that Wai was speaking for him.
Maybe it was because Angor helped Wai in front of Dark Earl, and this was payback?
Still, this was too impulsive.
For the first time, Angor sensed the demon's emotions fluctuating greatly.
When Angor mentioned "Abyss Natives" before, the demon only felt a small ripple of emotion. But now, the demon's eyes were filled with ripples of emotion.
Angor wanted to scold Wai, but he didn't think it was right to criticize Wai since the demon was speaking for him. Angor looked at Dark Earl. Wai was Dark Earl's descendant, so Dark Earl should be the one to discipline him.
But Angor noticed that Dark Earl was quietly resting on Wai's hand. He didn't say anything, but Angor could tell that Dark Earl was satisfied with Wai's words.
Was this an affirmation of Wai's words?!
Angor rubbed his temples. Why did Dark Earl agree with Wai's words?
Angor really didn't know what to do now. It looked like he was destined to become enemies with this demon.
He wasn't afraid of this curly-horned half-blood demon anyway.
If the demon really wanted to fight them, they would be the ones to suffer in the end. Besides, Angor said that they were bound to the magic array, so they wouldn't die unless the array was destroyed. That was true, but Angor still had a way to separate them from the array. It would take a lot of time, but if they really became enemies, there was no need to leave them alive. It was better to just kill them all.
Angor was already thinking of a plan. Later, Dark Earl and Dorcas would distract the two demon souls while he worked on the magic array. Once they separated from the demon souls, he would destroy them all.
However, before he could finish his plan, the curly-horned demon turned back into a specter.
The demon didn't call Angor "Piggy", nor did it show any hostility. It only stared at Wai quietly. "You said the natives rely on humans to survive in the Abyss Plane?"
"What? You curious? You said you wouldn't answer our questions. If you don't answer, I won't answer either. I'm not telling you! "Wai said without thinking.
The curly-horned demon slowly looked at Angor.
Angor considered and nodded. "He's probably right. But the natives of the Abyss Plane are divided into different factions. Not all of them are with humans. Some of them are working for demons."
Once again, the curly-horned demon's emotions began to fluctuate. This time, it was even more intense than when Vaay cursed at him.
"Working for demons?" The demon's voice was calm, but its emotions were rolling like waves in the ocean. "Can you tell me which races are working for demons?"
From this, Angor could tell that the demon was even angrier about the natives of the Abyss Plane being working for demons.
But it also had half of the demon's bloodline.
So, this demon was a firm supporter of the honor of his race and hated demons? But he didn't hear anything about it before.
Angor had a lot of questions. But he also knew that even humans couldn't think the same way, let alone a half-blood demon with a different culture. Maybe the demon only used the demon bloodline as a source of power, and he still believed in the honor of his race?
Angor said, "I don't know much about the Abyss Plane. I only know a few natives with different races. Which one do you want to know? Let me see if I know them. "
He wanted to know which clan the curly-horn half-blood demon belonged to.
However, the curly-horned half-blood demon wasn't stupid. "You only need to tell me what you know."
Angor shrugged. "Fine. I'll start with the Neya Clan then. Have you ever heard of the Neya Clan? "
"Yes. They used to be part of the Savior's bloodline."
"Savior?"
The curly-horned half-blood demon was much easier to talk to than before. He explained, "I can't tell you the details, but in the old Abyss, the Neya lineage did give birth to a savior. They have a very noble bloodline."
Angor raised an eyebrow. "Noble bloodline, huh? Too bad. That's just an old glory. "
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