Chapter 2563 - 1120: Disaster Redirected East (Part 3)
"Demon Prince Demogorgon!"
"That damned bastard is summoning Demogorgon."
"Could this be a trap? Is the Demon Prince manipulating everything from behind?"
"It’s very possible. The Queen of the Succubi is Demogorgon’s lover, connecting the two is nothing out of the ordinary!"
"No wonder, no wonder a small group of demigods dared to venture deep into Azegrat, turns out he has strong support behind him."
The two demonic incarnations of the Blood Barons, who were originally about to pounce forward, abruptly halted their steps, looking uncertain and suspicious.
The name of a person casts a shadow of a tree.
The title of Demon Prince Demogorgon is incredibly illustrious in the Bottomless Abyss.
This illustrious reputation was not granted by others; it was built upon countless skeleton remains and blood. It is said that he once faced challenges from twelve of the most powerful demon lords of the Bottomless Abyss simultaneously.
The result was that those twelve demon lords became a thing of the past, with even their titles submerged in the river of history. Only Demon Prince Demogorgon stood proud in the Bottomless Abyss, accepting the kneeling of countless demons.
As a staunch ally and servant of Prince Grazte of the Ubar, the Blood Baron had many encounters with the Demon Prince, which are memories he would rather forget.
This was also because the Demon Prince never once gave him a direct look, his attention was always on Grazte.
He simply couldn’t imagine the disastrous scenario if he were to face Demogorgon’s demonic incarnation alone.
Just being locked onto by those two entirely different eyes, Gaven felt immense pressure—chaos, madness, various thoughts forcibly flooding into his mind.
"Go!"
Gaven dared not delay, directly pushing Demogorgon’s purified essence towards the Blood Baron’s demonic incarnation being surrounded and attacked.
"You are framing me!"
The Blood Baron instantly realized Gaven’s malicious intent.
Demogorgon’s attention wasn’t on any individual, but on this bundle of demon essence.
Whoever held this mass of energy would become his target.
The Blood Baron mustered all his might to keep this energy out, thwarting the other’s malicious plan.
"Oh no!"
But as soon as he came into contact with this energy, the Blood Baron knew he had made a wrong decision.
This energy was nothing but the purest soul energy, containing no impurities or resisting will.
Since there was no resisting will, there naturally could be no conflict, only fusion.
The moment the two made contact, the soul energy merged instantaneously with his divine power.
This soul energy contained a unique law force, which had a very high compatibility with the Blood Baron.
It could further enhance his blood-sucking ability, allowing him not only to suck blood but also to absorb the opponent’s soul, transforming it into his own power.
It also contained withering power, which coincidentally aligned with his blood-sucking divine power.
When a life is drained of its blood, withering is naturally what awaits it.
Even his body type began to change, with his right arm below the elbow starting to fork, splitting into two blood-red octopus tentacles, from which fresh blood dripped.
As they swayed, they cracked and snapped, far more agile than the blood whip.
No need to ask.
This power definitely came from Demon Prince Demogorgon.
If it were in the past, obtaining such benefits would undoubtedly bring great joy to the Blood Baron.
This was not just about gaining a unique attack method for this demonic incarnation.
It also allowed him to glimpse into the law domain exclusive to the Demon Prince, further stealing his strength.
But now, with the aggrieved party already at the door.
It’s definitely like a poisoned candy, sweet to taste but fatally dangerous.
The Blood Baron could clearly feel that the moment this soul essence entered his body.
The Demon Prince’s two massive baboon heads simultaneously turned towards him, locking on from a distance.
Demogorgon’s descent speed was obviously accelerating, and he precisely appeared not far from him.
The moment he fully emerged, the intact tentacle arm came down upon his head, roaring angrily: "Archial, it’s you, bastard, stealing my power!"
"Grazte, it must be that despicable scoundrel who supports you in doing this, otherwise, even if you had ten guts, you wouldn’t dare do it!"
As Prince Ubar’s number one loyal dog, any problem that arises would pin onto Grazte, especially if it involves Demon Prince Demogorgon.
"This is framing and shifting blame! This power wasn’t stolen by me, it was this group of intruders."
"Do you think I’ll believe your lies?"
"Before a denial, you should dispose of the stolen goods; even the dumbest petty thief knows that."
Demogorgon’s two heads roared simultaneously, utterly dismissing the Blood Baron’s explanation.
Or rather, who was the original culprit didn’t matter to him.
What mattered was who possessed his power; he needed to reclaim it.
Gaven’s updated intel was accurate, they truly didn’t sever the main body of the Demon Prince’s tentacle, but a demonic incarnation.
However, this demonic incarnation wasn’t the lowest-tier first-level godhood, but a premium version, having at least a seventh or eighth-level godhood.
It struck with a thunderous strike.
The Blood Baron, on the other hand, was riddled with holes, scarred and weakened to the extreme.
If not for outside factors, under Gaven’s relentless assault, he wouldn’t last more than ten rounds, inevitably following the fate of the previous demonic incarnation.
The only consolation was that the moment Demogorgon’s demonic incarnation descended, the demigod adventure team led by Gaven retreated at the fastest speed.
Including the Queen of the Succubi, lover of the Demon Prince.
Demogorgon’s unstable nature was notorious; when enraged, he recognizes no kin.
Not to mention his own lover, even his offspring couldn’t escape his wrath.
Especially in the current chaotic situation, where allies and enemies were indistinguishable; the wisest choice was to keep far away, giving him no opportunity to attack.
This allowed the heavily damaged demonic incarnation of the Blood Baron to barely catch a breath, desperately dodging while raising a blood shield to guard himself.