Chapter 276: Chapter 271: Ten Thousand Devils Bow to Their Lord The Scorpion Demon is dead.
The hidden tumor among humans has finally been removed.
Seeing the Scorpion Demon decapitated, the demon wings behind Chen Feng gradually faded, and his scarlet pupils returned to their original state. The tattoo on his chest slowly disappeared, and in an instant, he returned to his human form.
Immediately after.
An unprecedented feeling of weakness surged over him. This weakness wasn’t physical but mental and emotional. It could be said that the Scorpion Demon was the strongest enemy Chen Feng had faced since his rebirth, without comparison.
In that battle just now, Chen Feng was undoubtedly a mad gambler. When he was about to lose everything, he bet it all.
Fortunately, the goddess of luck favored him, and he finally defeated the Scorpion Demon, killing it.
The strength of the Scorpion Demon wasn’t just in its power. Its conspiracies were just as remarkable. If he hadn’t pressed relentlessly, the entire Bridge East would have fallen under its control.
Demon leader?
The very thought made one’s scalp tingle.
At this moment, Chen Feng finally understood why Bridge East had been so plagued with disasters in his past life. To the Scorpion Demon, humans were nothing more than a rabbit, a duck, or a chicken.
When not feasting, it would cage them to breed slowly, and when festivals came, it would wield the butcher’s knife, shedding blood and cooking a grand meal.
Lips gone, teeth cold?
Absolutely ridiculous.
The Scorpion Demon couldn’t wait for monsters to break into the city. At that time, with countless souls and blood accumulated, it would achieve Gold with this massacre ritual!
Unintentionally, I seem to have become a hero!
Chen Feng touched his nose. Undeniably, his original intention was for himself, but by a twist of fate, he indirectly saved this city.
With no schemer lurking around, the current Bridge East can truly be considered a sanctuary for humans.
"Heh heh..."
However, as Chen Feng was lost in thought, a strange laugh echoed in front of him. A transparent figure slowly emerged from the Scorpion Demon’s body, like a wisp of blue smoke that could dissipate at any moment. But after a moment, it began to condense, gradually taking on the form of the Scorpion Demon.
Soul!
Demons love to devour souls, gaining power from them.
Just moments ago, the Scorpion Demon even mastered soul imprisonment, trapping souls within itself, planning to devour them when it accumulated enough, achieving supreme power.
But with its decapitation, the souls flew apart, leaving hardly a tenth of its life’s accumulation.
Perhaps out of resentment, the Scorpion Demon refused to die like this, transforming instead into a creature akin to a Resentful Spirit. Only those extremely sensitive to souls have the opportunity to transform into a Resentful Spirit.
Resentful Spirits are created through particularly slow and painful deaths. Their wounds remain stark and terrifying, making them continuously relive the trauma of near-death. Resentful Spirits make their enemies feel the same mental anguish.
Becoming a Resentful Spirit doesn’t mean the end, but a new beginning.
In Hell, the ultimate evolutionary form of a Resentful Spirit is the Nether River Timid Memory Demon.
The Nether River Memory Thief is a thief of memories and a caretaker of thoughts. Most of them nest on the banks of the flowing Nether River, the birthplace of souls.
From the waist up, the Nether River Memory Thief looks much like a High-level Demon. They possess strong bodies and thick arms. Their faces are notable for a mouth full of sharp teeth and two large horns protruding from the sides of their foreheads. Their palms bear hook-like claws, and on their backs sprawl a set of massive bat-like wings.
But from the waist down, these demons resemble giant slugs. Their lower bodies struggle to drag them across the ground, leaving a slippery, slimy trail wherever they go.
This is a monstrous creature.
The Nether River Memory Thief dislikes using Magic abilities to fight. It quickly approaches its opponent, engaging in melee combat. In Bator, the Nether River Memory Thief always attempts to pull its opponent to the river’s edge, then uses its throwing ability to hurl the victim into the Nether River. Alternatively, it will attack with its filthy tail, trying to latch onto the opponent to drain their blood and memories.
Though the chance of awakening as a Nether River Memory Thief isn’t high, it also depends on the Resentful Spirit’s Talent. Like the one before him, its former self was the Scorpion Demon, just shy of becoming a Golden Tier powerhouse. Both in Talent and experience, it’s more formidable than ordinary Resentful Spirits, indicating it has more opportunities than its peers.
More terrifying is that the Resentful Spirit seems to retain some memories of its past life. It stared at Chen Feng, full of hatred: "You killed me..."
"A humble human actually killed the mighty Mammon. I was more than halfway to success, and with just a little more time, this city would have been destroyed..."
"Mammon lost everything, unable even to reclaim its body..."
"However, I won’t give up because of this. Human, you have angered a presence you should not provoke. I will remember your appearance and scent, and when I am strong enough, I will return to punish you for everything you’ve done to me today!"
"Death stares at you; your demise is already fated..."
"And I will grow stronger in death. Mammon won’t fail so easily; you will enjoy a brief victor’s bliss, but soon, I will strip everything from you!"
The Scorpion Demon muttered like a madman. In fact, it was no longer the Scorpion Demon; those memories were merely born of intense hatred from unwillingness.
However, even the mad mutterings weren’t baseless. Chen Feng felt a chill, as if he stood naked against the cold wind, goosebumps slowly rising on his skin.
Curse Skill!
It was evident that the Scorpion Demon had set a Curse Skill on him, with the ability to track him down wherever he went.
The Resentful Spirit grinned maliciously.
Seemingly sensing Chen Feng’s confusion, the Resentful Spirit flashed a crazed smile and howled, "I will kill you..."
"Insignificant human beings are not worthy of life!"
"Mammon, your nightmare awaits!"
"I will seize everything that was lost. I will become the Hunter in the night. Insignificant human, feel the terror that death brings!"
"Strange smell..."