A Demon's Journey

One of the demons, who stood in front of the humans, spoke loudly and clearly.

"Today, you all have been assembled to inform you that the time has come for your training to end." The Demon paused after he said that.

In the distance, Azaroth was slightly surprised. He gazed at the humans and used his Mystic Eyes of Perception to observe them carefully.

He noticed that these humans had a calm expression. Moreover, their bodies were indeed well trained.

Azaroth wasn't sure about their reflexes since he hadn't seen them fight yet, but it couldn't be that bad with this well-trained body they possessed.

"You are the second batch that is going to be recruited in the Lord's personal army. You should be proud of this fact!" The Demon shouted the last sentence.

In response, the humans were truly excited. Azaroth wondered just who their lord was for these humans to be so excited.

"Serving Lord Black Hurricane would be our honor!" The humans were speaking with a devoted look.

'Black Hurricane, huh?' Azaroth kept this name in his mind and decided to investigate it later.

"Tomorrow, you will all leave for Amville City. It's under Lord Black Hurricane's control now, and you need to enforce his rule in that city. Moreover, you need to convert more humans to the Cult of Ralgius."

'The Amville City, huh? And the Cult of Ralgius. Well, this thing is definitely not from my era. I need to find information about it.' Azaroth thought with a resolute look.

The human followers who heard the words of that demon immediately had a bright look on their faces.

"Lord Black Hurricane had insisted that we reward you with some cultivation pills and spirit weapons for completing your training successfully." The Demon spoke with a grin on his face. Multiple bottles of pills appeared in that Demon's hand.

Azaroth laid his eyes on those pills and frowned slightly 'Forbidden Essence Extension Pellets? Someone can actually create this pellet here?'

A Forbidden Essence Extension Pellet was used to enhance the Bloodline Energy and the user's cultivation forcefully.

As the demon opened the bottle to distribute this medicinal pill, the aroma of the pellets soon spread in the area.

Azaroth smelled this aroma and guessed that this was a 5 Star Pellet.

'This Black Hurricane guy is rather interesting. He is an Alchemist from the Purgatory?' Azaroth was slightly surprised.

It was rare for a Demon to study alchemy and even succeed.

Usually, a demon would first increase his combat power, and when he was strong enough, he would try out Alchemy or Array Formations.

Naturally, this was what a normal demon did. The geniuses would remain focused on their paths.

Now, it was a question of whether this Black Hurricane Demon was a normal demon or a genius.

If this Black Hurricane Demon was a normal demon, it would be tricky to deal with him.

He then glanced at the weapons that were being distributed.

The demons were actually distributing different weapons to these warriors. Some received a sword, Great Sword, Spears, Halberds, Axe, and so on…

Moreover, Azaroth sensed different elements from these weapons. These were custom weapons specially made for each warrior.

'A talented and hardworking blacksmith is involved as well.'

Azaroth could feel the residual spiritual energy left behind by that Blacksmith who crafted these weapons. He was a lot more careless compared to the Alchemist who created the pills.

The Alchemist hadn't left behind even a tiny bit of his spirit with which Azaroth could trace him. However, the blacksmith did.

Azaroth wasn't that pleased even after this discovery. He couldn't really use this tiny bit of spirit to trace that blacksmith.

Using this spiritual energy signature, Azaroth could recognize him as long as he appeared within his sensing range.

"Alright, it's time for you to leave now. The effect of the Spirit Concealment Pellet is about to end. Take another one and then return to your location. I will give you a signal in the morning, and you need to leave immediately after getting that signal." The Demon spoke with a commanding tone.

The humans pulled out a blue-colored pill and immediately ingested it. After waiting for some time, they left for Veninza City.

Azaroth now understood that they weren't wearing an artifact to conceal their presence. They were instead using pills to accomplish this.

He didn't follow these humans. In reality, he was more curious about what these demons were planning to do.

The demon who appeared to be the leader of his group spoke out, "Except for my guards, all return to the hollow ground as well. I will go and prepare the signal."

Except for their leader and his personal guards, all of the demons dashed back to the hole from whence they had emerged.

It was just this leader and his guards. They departed for Veninza City soon enough.

Azaroth followed these demons and was wondering internally 'It's time to take action. I won't find such opportunity later.'

For Azaroth, dealing with these demons was as easy as turning his hand.

He didn't even need to go and punch them. He just needed to stand his ground and release his Demon God's Bloodline Pressure.

It wasn't just the beasts who possessed Bloodline Pressure with which they could subdue the beasts with weak bloodline. The demons and humans were the same.

However, it was less effective in the case of demons and humans unless the disparity of the bloodlines was too great.

As soon as that leader and his guards sensed Azaroth's Bloodline Pressure, they felt an unbearable pressure over their backs. They even lost all will to resist that pressure.

"You seem to be in a hurry. How about you stop and chat with me?" Azaroth spoke with a smile.

The demons felt their senses were on the edge as they looked at this man.

Only the leader could utter while grinding his teeth, "Who are you?!"

"Is that how you talk to your superiors, Spirit Demon?" Azaroth snorted as he glared at that leader.

He had mentioned the bloodline of that leader. It was the Spirit Demon Bloodline.

The Spirit Demon Race had been gifted with superior control and power over their Spirit. After a Spirit Demon becomes a Demon Lord, he could easily crush the spirits of his opponents.

In fact, they also possessed the ability to ignore the Bloodline Pressure if their spirit was more powerful than their opponent.

The Spirit Demon currently believed the rumor to be a scam. He tried to fight the pressure using his Bloodline Ability, but it didn't help.

"Now, tell me what I want to know. Who is this Black Hurricane guy?" Azaroth asked.

The Spirit Demon turned to face his comrades and signaled them with his gaze.

His companions understood the meaning and immediately overloaded their core with Demonic Ardor.

Azaroth noticed their little interaction and sneered in response, "How naïve. You think you can die without my approval?"

His ruby eyes turned purple as he glared at the demons.

The pressure exhibited by Azaroth strengthened, and the Ardor in the demons' body froze.

They could no longer move their Ardor by a tiny amount.

"As I said earlier, tell me what I want to know! This isn't a request. It's an order!" Azaroth spoke with a dangerously calm voice.