I will be a demon in this life!-Chapter 244

The days passed.

Mephistopheles had created a sensory barrier around the castle where Prince Absab and King Sition lived.

He, for his part, had decided to seclude himself in a spacious room equipped with every comfort.

Mephistopheles’ goal was both simple and complicated.

He planned to use all the knowledge and experience he acquired each time he assimilated a drop of the Demon God’s blood to imitate the process of bodily destruction and restoration.

Mephistopheles’ ultimate goal was to reach the ninth Rank, and to do so he needed a body capable of withstanding the power that came with reaching that rank.

After seeing Emperor Richard, Mephistopheles had no doubt that power was the key to achieving his goals and that weakness or vulnerability would only lead to the opposite.

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Marrac Mountain.

It was nighttime, shockwaves reverberated in a valley of rocky mountains on the verge of collapse.

After several weeks, even months, hunting monsters and corroded beasts, Moraf had reached the sixth rank (starting point).

His horns were now almost black, his hair bluish-black, his eyes steady.

He leapt between the rocky mountains, causing the surroundings to shake.

The blue sword he held was now covered in a sharp, resistant black aura.

Fighting fiercely against Moraf was the corroded cyclops.

The black horn on the cyclops’ forehead was cracked.

Corroded miasma still emanated from the horn.

Roar!

A roar of anger.

Moraf was not intimidated.

Since reaching the sixth rank, he had been determined to defeat the cyclops that had beaten him before.

Bang!

Bang!

Every step they took using their powers caused larger and larger debris to fall from the top of the deteriorated rocky mountains.

"The power of the descendant of the Arcariz lineage is impressive," said one of the demons protecting Moraf.

"Yes, especially when you consider that it is a lineage of magicians," added another demon as he watched the battle between Moraf and the cyclops intently.

Moraf advanced until he was facing the cyclops.

Upward slash!

A sharp upward slash caused a deep cut in the cyclops’ tough dark skin, but it did not retreat.

The cyclops, its body flooded with rage, swung its axe at Moraf.

At that moment, the cyclops’ axe was enveloped in a dark aura.

But Moraf only struck the side of the cyclops’ axe, causing it to hit the ground just beside him.

Cracks spread across the surface after the cyclops’ axe struck the ground.

The power used by the cyclops was so great that one of the damaged mountains ended up collapsing.

Bang!

The cyclops threw a punch at Moraf’s body, who was thrown several steps backward.

Moraf had used his left arm to block the cyclops’ attack.

With his left arm broken, Moraf went back on the attack, gripping his sword tightly.

The cyclops also rushed towards Moraf.

Both swung their weapons.

Moraf dodged the axe, from which a powerful cutting energy emerged.

AAAHH!

Moraf didn’t hesitate any longer. He felt that the moment was right and looked at the cyclops’ neck.

Cut!

It wasn’t just any cut. From Moraf’s cut came all the demonic energy he possessed at that moment. And that demonic energy turned into a sharp cut of demonic aura.

Blood!

The cyclops’ head rolled across the floor.

The decapitated body of the cyclops took a few steps, spilling dark blood as if it were an eruption.

Bang!

The cyclops’ body collapsed heavily. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Moraf, covered in dark blood, was exhausted, but he was also satisfied.

"Now I can return," Moraf muttered.

At that moment, three rocky mountains collapsed, having been cleanly cut by the blow with which Moraf had decapitated the cyclops.

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Hundreds of demonic diagrams.

Mart Sevec’s body was covered in blood, his skin torn, his bones broken, flesh exposed, his horns cracked.

Small powerful bursts of energy exploded inside his body, the result of two of his five personal diagrams being activated.

The scene was horrific.

That’s why Mart had placed several high-level demonic barriers around the room.

And in case someone powerful tried to attack, he could use one of the Capital trait cards or the regenerative pill.

With empty eye sockets, only blood flowed like dark tears down his shattered face.

The pain was real.

But Mart had pushed his mental strength to the limit, so pain was no longer his biggest concern.

He continued to meditate, his own body slowly restoring itself using the regenerative qualities acquired by assimilating the drops of blood from the Demon God.

...

Weeks passed, and in the kingdom of Presial, specifically in the royal castle, uncertainty turned to fear.

Eliana, the noblewoman in charge of serving Mephistopheles, had reported constantly on the demon’s seclusion.

Although many ministers and commanders of the Presial kingdom did not like the idea of having a demon among their allies, they had all come to terms with the fact that it was inevitable.

What worried everyone most was the possibility that the demon would refuse to lend his power to Prince Absab, dragging the entire Presial kingdom into ruin.

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Prince Absab, for his part, paid no heed to these concerns.

Bang!

Two halberds clashed, creating powerful shock waves in the middle of a wide plain.

Absab was training with his master, Commander Marzon.

"So that’s the power of a demon," Marzon murmured in a firm voice.

Both men wore eye patches, although Absab’s wound would heal once the rest of the enemy’s residual energy was expelled.

"I don’t think all demons are that strong, otherwise the current Empire would not be a human empire," said Absab, without lowering his guard.

Bang!

Both fought at the same level to gain experience.

Morzan’s movements were precise, but Absab, who had gradually gained mastery over demonic energy, was not far behind.

Both took several steps back.

"Aren’t you worried that demon is gone?" Morzan asked.

"No, master, he wasn’t going to participate directly in the war anyway. And he told me that as long as he is alive, his demonic energy will continue to be shared with me," Absab leaped, brandishing his halberd at Morzan.

The ground shook and cracks appeared when the two halberds met again.