Chapter 950 - 10: Demon King

Chapter 950: Chapter 10: Demon King

The dark alley was filled with shadows.

The towering buildings on both sides were so high that they completely blocked out the light, while two oddly dressed men with somewhat furtive movements were whispering to each other here.

At first glance, those unaware of the situation might instinctively feel that some illegal transaction was taking place, dealing in something deadly. Occasionally, a few hurried pedestrians passing by the alley would glance over, suddenly showing a panicked expression, and instinctively quickening their pace.

"Hmph, I didn’t expect that after shedding my outer shell, this would be what I look like..."

Looking at his own hands in the dim light, Demon King Satan couldn’t help but scoff.

His gaze swept over his fair arms, where the distinct features of a demon had all disappeared. The arms were no longer burly, the nails were no longer sharp, they were no longer the claws of a demon, but rather, completely like an ordinary human’s hands, appearing delicate and weak.

"Perhaps so-called humans might actually be the foundation of all creatures..."

After all, as the former King of Demons, he quickly adjusted his mood and started to think seriously, a strange guess forming in his mind, which he casually voiced.

—— Although it is said that a demon’s appearance and power are proportional, this is a well-known fact in the Ante Yisula world, but after shedding the shell...

—— Could the ferocious and brutal Demon Race actually look like this?

You look at the two of them now, both are standard builds, tall and slender young men around eighteen or twenty, even looking quite gentle, not at all reminiscent of the word demon. Just from their appearance, the two of them at this moment were no different from humans...

Demon King Satan also found it incredible. If it were only himself, there might be another explanation, but since even Asher was like this, he had to consider whether this might be a commonality. Based on this, reasoning might indeed lead one to some bizarre possibilities.

"Please don’t joke about this, the idea that the human body is the basis for our bodies... I don’t even dare to think about such a thing."

Asher beside him, hearing the Great Demon King’s guess, was instantly shocked and said with a face full of disbelief, as if unable to accept such a conclusion for the moment: "It must just be a peculiarity of this world, like the magic power in the atmosphere... or perhaps we’ve been influenced by ’GATE’!"

The reason the two of them ended up in this place was naturally because they had just fled here.

Moreover, the process was not smooth; just a step slower, and they might not have made it, or perhaps only their corpses would have come through...

Not long ago, the Demon King’s Army was renowned, known by everyone in their world, nearly conquering the vast Ante Yisula world, on the verge of ruling the entire Human World, establishing an ideal land for all Dark Demons.

But like all clichéd stories.

The sun always comes after the storm, and the Demon King is always defeated.

They were no exception, falling at the dawn of fulfilling their ideals... A sudden Hero appeared, wielding the Holy Sword to save the world, his power truly surpassed that of the Demon King and the Great Demon Grand Marshals, crushing the Demon King’s Army like a hot knife through butter.

Not only did he easily defeat one Great Demon Grand Marshal after another, but even in direct confrontation, he wielded the Holy Sword to cut off a piece of the Demon King.

Just because they underestimated a so-called Hero human, the Demon King’s Army was forced into utter collapse, an extremely dire situation.

Seeing the tide turning, the last remaining Demon King and his loyal Grand Marshal, after muttering a few harsh words, decisively fled the world called Ante Yisula.

—— In the instant before being pierced through the heart by the Holy Sword...

—— They cast the high-level magic called ’GATE’...

—— Drifting through the time-space current to the Otherworld with ’GATE’...

However, to correctly manipulate the ’GATE’ magic leading to the Otherworld, naturally required corresponding massive magic power, yet the problem was that both Demon King Satan and Demon Grand Marshal Asher, after a desperate battle with the Hero, were severely injured without exception.

Being able to save their lives was already a fortune, and trying to easily control such high-level magic in such a miserable state was completely unrealistic.

Moreover, to maximize their escape from the Hero wielding the Holy Sword’s threat, they didn’t even attempt precise targeting, just opened the gate and fled... So they had no idea where the ’GATE’ led them in the Otherworld, nor did they know where they had drifted to along the time-space current.

In the world of Ante Yisula, this was indeed an extremely risky behavior.

So now, Asher instinctively felt that perhaps because of this reason, both he and the Great Demon King paid some price.

At least... saying this was more acceptable to him than other possibilities.

"Perhaps... but our urgent task now is to first understand this world." Demon King Satan nodded, his face somewhat worried as he spoke. His gaze projected from the alley, taking in the entire steel jungle of the modern city.

The neat and clean roads, the densely packed high-rise buildings, the never-ending stream of traffic...

Everything was so unfamiliar, so confusing. It was a scene that he, who had almost conquered the world before, had never seen.

On the Holy Cross Continent, no matter which race or country, none among the ravaged nations could possibly develop such an advanced civilization. Faced with such strangeness and the unknown, the Great Demon King naturally became extremely cautious, deciding to act carefully.

What’s more, they had almost lost... all of their magic power.

During the recent conversation, the two confirmed something terrifying: Asher was now completely an ordinary person. As for Demon King Satan, perhaps because the magic power he could store within his body far exceeded other demons, with a limit much higher than Asher’s, he barely retained a little bit of magic power.

But just a little, no more.

These two powerful demons from the otherworld found themselves in dire straits, so they had to be extra cautious for the time being. In such a situation, shedding their demonic appearances and taking on human forms might be a very good disguise.

"Hey! You two guys!"

A voice full of mocking malice interrupted the two high-level demons as they discussed future plans in a dark alleyway untouched by street lamps.

Satan and Asher turned their heads to see that the entrance of the alley had been suddenly filled with a dozen silhouettes, seemingly a group of young delinquents with gaudily dyed hair or styled with what could only have been managed with at least five pounds of fireworks, some even wearing nose rings...

Who were these people?

Satan and Asher immediately became cautious; as newcomers, they certainly didn’t want to get into any trouble.

"What are you two doing here? Don’t you know this is our turf?" The leading thug spoke with a nasty tone, his eyes roaming over the two in the alley, noticing their strange clothes and the long, trailing cloaks they wore.

Whether it was Demon King Satan or Demon Grand Marshal Asher, if they had maintained their previous form and appearance, their attire would undoubtedly have been imposing, but now their bodies had shrunk, and their appearances had changed from imposing demons to normal human forms...

Instead, they just looked somewhat out of place and ridiculous.

The delinquents thought it must be some kind of cosplay, sneering, but due to the dim light, they completely missed the glaring, bloodstained marks on the outfits of the two in strange attire.

Much of the blood hadn’t yet completely coagulated, as it had splashed onto them not too long ago on a battlefield.

These bloodstains came from truly formidable beings, including demon lords and human heroes, even from the Demon King himself, and from wounded heroes, all intertwined.

It was just that the magic laws between the two worlds had fundamental incompatibilities, causing the magic contained in this blood to quickly dissipate and vanish, just like the power within the bodies of the two demon figures.

Otherwise, merely being this close, ordinary people couldn’t have withstood it without being affected.

A moment later.

The delinquents lay sprawled on the ground, either motionless or groaning weakly, none of them able to stand.

Their eyes were filled with fear, as deep as the pain felt by their bodies.

Despite losing their power, lacking much magic power, and their once-prized demon physique, the objective fact that the two were genuinely Great Demons remained unchanged. Their experiences and instincts honed over countless battlefields, even in their current weakened state, were beyond what a group of delinquents could handle.

If they weren’t concerned about creating too much disturbance in this unfamiliar world, this alley would have been littered with a dozen corpses...

The smug arrogance from before was completely gone; the delinquents lying there pretended to be dead, trembling, feeling as if they had narrowly escaped death. That feeling was entirely different, not like a mere fight at all, as if the other side was making every effort not to finish them off—

Just like instinctively wanting to crush their throat, trachea, or deliver heavy blows to their heart or forehead.

It was only through an abrupt mental brake that they forcefully changed their habitual moves.

"Now, I ask! You answer..."

Standing in the alley, the Demon King looked down at them, speaking from above.

...

Meanwhile, not far away nearby.

A young man in white clothes and black hair was waving money generously, throwing caution to the wind and using his small talent for persuasion to purchase many properties in the surrounding plots of land.

—Preparing for the future he foresaw.