Angel felt somewhat helpless. He had refused the request of the Demon God, and he guessed his end was probably sealed.
However, what surprised Angel was that the cruel scholar didn’t seem to do any punishment. Instead, he just scrutinized Angel with his gaze, as if contemplating something.
Angel’s heart was anxious, but he didn’t know that the cruel scholar was also hesitating.
When it had asked Angel to become its follower, it was actually a test. Any follower of the Demon God would have the Demon God’s mark branded on both their body and soul. This is not only for the descent of the will of the Demon God but also for drawing power from the believers and acquiring their souls.
After encountering that terrifying existence, the cruel scholar naturally did not dare to brand the Demon God’s mark on this human Apprentice. It was just testing the limits of that being.
If it left a trace of its thoughts with this human Apprentice, would it provoke a backlash?
——The curiosity of Angel, however, suppressed the cruel scholar’s internal fears.
The resistance in Angel’s heart was within the expectations of the cruel scholar, who was now waiting for the reaction from the existence behind Angel.
Five minutes had passed, and Angel noticed that after the cruel scholar spoke, he made no further move or speech, which shifted his mood from anxious to puzzled.
If the cruel scholar truly wanted to kill him, any method would suffice.
Its lack of subsequent action, was it because it didn’t care about his refusal? Or did it have other plans? Or perhaps he was overthinking it, and the cruel scholar simply didn’t care about a small Apprentice like him, and its will had already left Lassudral?
As Angel was considering this, a sudden noise came from the center of the hall.
Angel looked up, initially thinking the statue had moved, but the noise had not come from the statue but instead from the “Hunger Demon,” which he had thought was dead.
The weird demon suddenly woke up, propped up its withered body, and howled at the sky with a strange throaty sound.
As the throaty sound emerged, the entire hall shook, stones fell, and dust flew up. Several falling rocks nearly hit him, so Angel had to keep moving to dodge. When he came back to his senses, he found himself right beside the exit.
Even, he could see the dimly lit oil lamps outside and the ancient staircase spiraling upward through the central hole of the door.
Angel glanced back at the central statue, which still had not moved.
Angel’s heart leaped with joy. The passage to leave was right in front of him, and without any hesitation, he spun and leapt, attempting to jump through the hole in the door.
But at that moment, patterns of light appeared right at the center of the hole.
Angel hit the light inscriptions as if he had hit rubber, and was immediately bounced back.
After landing, Angel immediately recognized the light patterns. They were an Inscription! With all of Lassudral’s inscription hubs damaged, how could a complete Inscription emerge? The only possibility… Angel turned back and looked towards the central statue.
Now, the only thing that could make Inscriptions reappear was the cruel scholar!
As Angel looked over, the cruel scholar had not moved an inch. On the contrary, the skinny demon had shakily stood up.
It had a lanky form, with loose skin hanging off its body in layers, covered in bizarre Patterns. Its head was almost fleshless, with only layers of sagging skin remaining.
One-eyed and one-horned, with a bloodied mouth full of sharp teeth. Its appearance was horrifying and bizarre.
Angel couldn’t identify what type of demon it was, but he could see that its eyes were suddenly fixed on him. Its eyes brightened, and drool dripped from the corners of its mouth. Mumbling to itself, it began walking towards him with an ethereal gait…
Its steps were floaty, seemingly weak but surprisingly fast.
In a blink of an eye, it had reached right in front of Angel and opened its gaping crimson mouth full of sharp teeth…