It shouldn’t be like this...
Saloyan was very confident in his judgnt ability.
Although the opponent’s soul slled very chaotic, making him feel repulsed, based on the aura they emitted and the actual combat that followed, their Professional Level was at most no higher than LV5.
Perhaps their Combat Ability was slightly stronger than other adventurers of the sa level, but Saloyan observed the entire battle between the opponent and the Beard Demon.
The black-haired youth definitely used all their strength to barely defeat the Beard Demon, and Saloyan’s interference further caused their chest to be pierced, stopping even their heart from beating.
They should have been completely dead.
What caused the opponent to co back to life and gain such qualitatively transford surging power?
Could it possibly be divine intervention?
Saloyan couldn’t figure it out.
Even more bewildering was Xia Nan’s exaggerated traits displayed in those short ten or so seconds after "resurrection."
His speed, explosiveness, and even Strength were comprehensively enhanced. The scarlet Flas swirling around his body and the embers and sparks left in his wake seed to grant him so kind of powerful state-boosting effect.
Even moves that were originally suspected to be Battle Skills underwent corresponding Transformation, with their power doubling.
And even up to now, regarding his experience before being decapitated, Saloyan still found it ludicrous.
Ludicrous to the point of wanting to laugh.
An adventurer whose Professional Level does not exceed LV5.
In just a few seconds, first relying on so kind of Perception Ability with counteractive effects, he was exempt from my [Charm Human] and [Tasha’s Mad Laugh Technique], then with another unknown ability similar to the [Mage’s Hand], forcibly twisted the trajectory of [Frozen Ray].
Finally, in an even more exaggerated manner, he forcefully withstood two consecutive [Scorching Beam], with the six beams of fire only leaving minor injuries on him.
"Why?"
Do you think you’re so chosen of the Divine or the heir of a Demon’s Noble Great Duke?
Saloyan only found it absurd.
At that mont, the image that surfaced in his mind was of those eyes when he locked eyes with Xia Nan’s eclipse-like gaze, and the inexplicable, fleeting scenes that erupted.
That magnificent and dilapidated enormous palace, and that withering and decaying rusted Knight.
He couldn’t connect it with any Divine or similarly powerful entity known to him.
But undoubtedly, this Knight was on the sa level or even higher tier of existence.
Perhaps a Main God of so outer Divine System, or the fallen ruler of another world?
Saloyan dared not think further, for even the re thought of entities of this level could be noticed by them.
He only buried that mory in the deepest recesses of his mind.
As for revenge...
What a joke, if that backing entity were to actually co knocking, would Lord Dispater engage in war with them for just an insignificant little Baron like ?
After the battle, his conceited thoughts of being noble under the Demon’s Nobles and Iron Duke had undergone a 180-degree transformation.
Of course, after his plan failed, reconciliation was out of the question.
There has to be a place to vent the frustration in his heart.
And in the current scenario, naturally, this unlucky guy ended up being Dalot, the intelligence network leader of the Baron in the Material Realm.
If it weren’t for the overly vague intel provided by the other person, not even fetching the detailed location of the goblin nest, leaving him lost in the Dark Territory for so many days, how could Saloyan have delayed until that mont, just in ti to encounter Xia Nan and that adventurer team.
A little investigation into the remnants inside the nest would take just a few dozen minutes at most.
Moreover, the encounters along the way made him suspicious that Dalot had accepted bribes from a few of his arch-rivals, deliberately omitting key intel including that of the Petrified Lizard and Xia Nan.
"Damn it, get Dalot over here for !"
"If I don’t get an explanation today..."
"I’ll personally send him to Blood War!!!"
The devil’s furious roar echoed in the basent.
...
...
The core area of the Mist Forest.
Deep underground, in an expansive goblin nest.
The shrill and excited screeches of the goblins had long faded, and the shrieks and wing flaps of the devils were no longer present.
Only the sulphuric sll lingering in the air and the scorched marks on the ground left by Flas evidenced that a battle had once occurred here.
Four Little Devils’ headless bodies were piled haphazardly to one side, their heads laid beside them. Naturally, the steel fork weapons from Purgatory had been confiscated, now lying quietly in the corner of the camp;
Two Thorn Demons, likewise scared witless, couldn’t escape the fate of decapitation, resembling roast chickens on a butcher shop’s rack, lay motionless on the ground.
And the "initiator" of all this, was now staring intently at the campfire with extre focus.
More precisely, at the oversized claw above the campfire, larger than an ordinary human body.
Before crossing over, Xia Nan rarely ate seafood like shrimp or crab.
It wasn’t because he was allergic to seafood or disliked their taste.
He simply found shelling them too cumberso, not wanting to expend energy during a al.
Getting his hands full of seasoning, struggling to peel off the shell, only to have just a tiny morsel, barely tasting anything, felt disproportionate to the effort.
But now, faced with this giant claw emitting such enticing aroma, its widest part unable to be surrounded by both hands... the so-called hassle of shelling had beco just a minor price for enjoying a culinary delight beforehand.
The continuous high-temperature roasting revealed an enticing roasted red color on the claw, detached from its original body; fine oil bubbles fizzed and popped from the cracks across the shell’s surface, with the rich oils enveloping the subtle aroma unique to such a Demon, wafting in the air.
Sensitive Perception Ability precisely and tily monitored the cooking.
Enduring the minor burning sensation of the hot air against his skin, Xia Nan tightly grasped the sword hilt, using his highly dented and unusable claymore post-lting to strike forcefully on the crack-lined claw above the fla.
"Crack."
A crisp, clear shattering sound echoed through the Flas.
A steam burst tenfold richer than before, carrying an indescribable aty aroma that enveloped the entire camp.
Between the cracked shell was thoroughly roasted, astonishingly full and succulent, the glistening crab at, tinged with a faint pink amidst its snowy white hue.
Individual strands of fibrous at were tightly clustered together, trembling slightly in the hot air, exuding translucent sweet juices.
Swallowing down the rich aty aroma filling his nostrils and the saliva unknowingly pooling in his mouth.
Unable to hold back any longer, Xia Nan used the sword hilt combined with [Gravity Control] to knock a large fragnt of the broken claw out of the fire pit.
Paying no mind to the temperature residues on the shell surface, he cradled it in both hands and took a big, hearty bite!
In an instant, like a boiling seafood broth, the scalding delicious at juice, wrapped in the soft and chewy crab at, exploded under his tongue!
The utmost natural sweetness perfectly fused with the smokiness from roasting, a subtle charcoal fragrance mingled with the richness of the oils filled his mouth; each chew celebrating the crisp, toothso delight of those full, tightly-strung fibers breaking between his teeth; after swallowing, a deep mineral-like aftertaste erged at the back of his tongue, irresistibly prompting another savory bite.
Inadvertently, Xia Nan, cradling the roasted red crab claw, closed his eyes in enjoynt.
As if all the fatigue from previous battles was dispelled at this very mont by the swallowed at chunks and the warmth spreading throughout his body.
If only there were a bowl of piping hot cream of mushroom soup, that would undoubtedly be the pinnacle of earthly enjoynt.
As if rembering sothing, forcibly resisting the urge to continue gorging, Xia Nan turned his head, his gaze falling on the two figures across the camp, with bandages wrapped around their wounds, who were watching him with a strange expression.
Waving the crab at in his hand, he asked in a tone slightly tinged with regret for being unable to share the culinary delight:
"You two really aren’t going to try so?"
"It’s really delicious!"
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