Chapter 400: Chapter 27: Otherworldly Evil God—Duncan! A faint trace of soul fluctuation emerged.
The expression of the ancient witch demon grew increasingly grave. It stared intently at Duncan before it, seemingly trying to probe his soul, yet it couldn’t see through it. It could only sense that something was off about Duncan’s soul. The witch demon spoke slowly: "The last time I awoke was one thousand two hundred and thirty-four years ago."
"I thought by delving deep into the earth’s core, I wouldn’t be disturbed again."
"I didn’t expect these mechanical cultists to dig into the mantle’s depths."
After speaking, its gaze fell on the mechanical insignia on Duncan, seemingly surprised that an otherworldly evil god had infiltrated the mechanical divine sect.
Could it be that the Insight Angel didn’t notice this otherworldly evil god?
Duncan was also a bit surprised at the moment, slept for so long?
Indeed.
A witch demon is supposed to be immortal.
Observing the other’s willingness to communicate, Duncan’s expression became increasingly calm, and he remarked indifferently: "You’ve been asleep for so long?"
"Was it to evade the pursuit of the Mechanical Divine Sect by fleeing into the underworld?"
The surface must be monitored by satellites.
The enormous magic power it emitted, if cast on the surface, would be detected by the Insight Sect’s mechanical angels in no time.
Duncan’s words seemed to provoke a tinge of anger in it, the soul fire in its eye sockets flickering. The ancient witch demon lightly extended a hand, and the No. 3 human form was grasped mid-air by an invisible force field hand. Its voice was hoarse: "I don’t care what you are, an otherworldly evil god or a void demon!"
"But you’ve now fallen into my hands and are powerless to resist!"
Before it could finish its statement, Duncan interrupted it expressionlessly, arrogantly saying: "Indeed. But what of it?"
"You’ve merely eliminated one of my avatars."
"Ultimately, you’ll still have to hide in the depths of the underground for eons, until one day, the angels of the Mechanical Divine Sect discover your existence."
"Even if you hide in the planetary core, one day you will inevitably be found by them."
Duncan’s words were like a needle piercing into the witch demon’s heart; although it wasn’t clear what Duncan was, it was increasingly certain he wasn’t human, as humans would fear a witch demon, yet the person before it showed no fear.
Only someone possessed by an otherworldly evil god would so carelessly regard life.
They have always been spying on reality.
At this moment, Duncan had a bit of a posture of turning the tables. Although the power gap was enormous, he wasn’t playing the role of a mortal but of an otherworldly evil god possessing a human.
The calmer he appeared, the more the witch demon before him was wary.
The witch demon gazed steadily at Duncan before it, slowly speaking: "What are you looking for here?"
"The dwarfs’ soul furnace?"
Duncan’s expression remained aloof, seemingly not planning to answer its question. He now looked resigned, without concern, as if willing to let No. 3 human form be destroyed; he had a playfully mysterious look as he said: "I originally came for the dwarfs’ ruins."
"But encountering you, I changed my mind."
"Interested in cooperating with me?"
A witch demon, an evil god, there certainly is the potential for cooperation.
Given the current situation, there’s no way for No. 3 human form to escape, so the only option is to bluff, and it’s not wrong to call Duncan an otherworldly evil god.
His true form is even more otherworldly than the outer heaven demon.
"Cooperation?"
The witch demon’s expression was surprised, slowly saying: "What can you offer me?"
"You are now as weak as an ant."
Duncan remained unmoved, indifferently saying: "This is only temporary. Merely an avatar."
"But you, how many more years can you hide? A thousand years? Two thousand years? Ten thousand years?"
"Your soul is decaying over time."
"One day, even an immortal witch demon’s soul will wither."
His words made the soul fire of the witch demon flicker, as if Duncan had seen through something.
It was strong.
But it lacked divinity, wasn’t truly immortal; as undead creatures aren’t easily killed. Even if it could continue to exist, its soul would decay over time until it completely lost itself. A witch demon living too long would turn into a mad witch demon.
It could only sleep to maintain sanity and combat soul decay.
The attitude of the witch demon changed again, its voice hoarse: "Can you grant me immortality?"
Now, it no longer doubted Duncan’s identity as an otherworldly evil god.
An undead spirit.
Truly not much could pique its interest anymore, and Duncan was giving it a try.
Divinity was the bait.
"Immortality?"
"No!"