The curly-horned half-blood demon originally didn’t have much malice, at least compared to the other pig, his malice was much more restrained.
But when he smiled and said, "I would be very happy to answer," a strong malice burst forth from his body. Most importantly, all this malice was directed solely at Angel.
However, even this towering malice didn’t affect Angel much. After all, he was always accompanied by Earl Mi, who released even fiercer malice. The malice of the curly-horned half-blood demon was indeed a small scene.
Angel was becoming more and more curious, wondering what he did to offend the other party? The malice was directed solely at him, and this hatred didn’t seem small.
"Sure enough, this bit of malice impact is useless against you." The curly-horned half-blood demon didn’t appear surprised: "You carry the scent of quite a few undead; it seems you have killed many undead."
Angel: "So you are targeting me because I’ve killed many undead? Is it the sorrow of foxes at the death of hares?"
"The sorrow of foxes at the death of hares, that’s an interesting description. But, it’s not the case." The curly-horned half-blood demon said: "I never consider myself an undead, so there is no premise for such sorrow."
Although everyone classified the curly-horned half-blood demon as undead, his previous behavior showed he was truly unlike an undead—elegant, polite, and sensible, with no discrepancies except for his unwillingness to disclose any information.
"Then why do you bear malice towards me?" Angel sensed the surroundings, the other’s malice still lingering beside him.
Despite releasing such massive malice, the curly-horned half-blood demon remained very restrained, even speaking with a refined noble tone: "Although I am now just a wisp of a ghost, I have never forgotten the glory before my death. And you have offended the very identity I was most proud of in life."
Is that all?
Not only Angel thought this, but everyone else had the same thought. They all assumed Angel had previously offended this being, given how much he knew about the mysteries of the Underground Labyrinth. But unexpectedly, the other cared only about an identity.
Angel had offended his identity in life, which is why he released such immense malice and constantly referred to Angel as "the rude one."
Just how important was this curly-horned half-blood demon’s identity to him in life?
No one understood, and neither did Angel, but if it’s just for such a trivial reason, he didn’t mind taking back what he said and apologizing for it.
However, before that, Angel still wanted to know: "Is it because I called you mixed-blood or referred to you as a half-blood demon?"
Angel had met many half-blood demons, many of whom leaned more towards humans since true demons didn’t favor this group of mixed-bloods. So some half-blood demons despised their demonic bloodline. Angel was wondering if this one was also the type that despised the demon lineage?
"I am indeed of mixed blood; referring to me as a half-blood demon is correct." The curly-horned half-blood demon said calmly: "However, what I hate is the phrase you said when referring to me as a half-blood demon."
Angel thought for a moment; they had mainly talked about that pig demon general earlier. Regarding this one, he seemed to have only said one sentence: "Mixed-blood of a curly-horned demon and Abyssal Natives?"
When Angel repeated the sentence, the malice released by the curly-horned half-blood demon intensified, and his previously stable emotions showed slight ripples.
Without a doubt, this sentence was indeed the source of trouble.
"What do you mean by Abyssal Natives? This is what you humans are most annoying about; humans have various races, and we also have different surnames and clans, but you just lump us all together as Natives, which makes me very unhappy..."
After the curly-horned half-blood demon finished speaking, everyone heard the Black Earl’s voice in the Mind Ribbon.
"This is a cultural difference. We humans, regardless if you are Wise Man, Carabits, Xis, or Hog people... as long as you’re classified as humans, using ’human’ as a general reference does not cause any offense. Even if some ethnic groups consider themselves nobler, they still accept the ’human’ collective term."
"But Abyssal Natives are different. Some can accept us calling them this, but some groups with peculiar surnames are extremely averse to being mixed with other Natives. What they care about is their clan surname, not the whole group."
Vay: "So, that’s how it is... So, this half-blood demon’s spirit must have had a special clan surname in life?"
Black Earl: "It’s almost certain."
Dox snickered: "In the Abyss, to have such internal conflicts just because of a clan surname claiming superiority is quite idle. Just let any demon appear, and no matter how noble the surname is, it would have to kneel."
Black Earl: "Saying these things now, there is no problem, as the strength of Abyssal Natives is indeed weak at present. But ten thousand years ago, those groups with special surnames were not weak; they could even rival Legends and each had miraculous talents. Ten thousand years ago, they were proud enough of their surname."
When the Black Earl said this, there was a hint of emotion. After all, the majority of Abyssal Natives supported their humans, and many of the Abyss’s stronghold cities were built with the help of the Abyssal Natives. So when talking about their declining strength, he felt quite emotional.
"Why did their strength suddenly weaken?" Kaier wondered.
Black Earl: "It’s not traceable, seemingly related to the fall of the old gods."
Upon hearing this, Kaier stopped his inquiries, for things concerning the Abyss’s past and the era of gods’ fall were far too distant now.
"When I was wandering in the Abyss, I heard a rumor." At this point, Angel’s voice suddenly appeared in the Mind Ribbon: "The fall of those old gods is related to the Wizards’ Realm."
"Do you mean, that the fall of the old gods was caused by Wizards? So the weakening of Abyssal Natives was actually caused by humans?" Kaier asked in surprise.
Angel: "Handle present matters in the present way, let past matters stay in the past. Human stances can change at any time; perhaps one day, humans will stand with the Demon God. So saying humans are the main culprits that weakened the Abyssal Natives is not right. The standing today differs from that of the past, and the humans who could influence the fall of the gods are at a level we cannot reach. Why should we guess their intentions?"
After speaking in the Mind Ribbon, Angel looked up at the curly-horned half-blood demon across from him.
"I apologize for my remarks that made you feel angry." After saying this, Angel bowed deeply.
Although the other party showed no emotional fluctuations, Angel continued: "I believe that after staying in Naraku City for so long, you should know there are cultural differences between humans and the Abyss. I didn’t mean it on purpose; I know quite a few people with Abyssal surnames."
"Oh, are you trying to use those Abyssal surname friends to establish connections?" The curly-horned half-blood demon chuckled coldly.
Angel: "No, what I mean is, they are all friends. I could never intentionally desecrate them. The same applies to you; it was inadvertent."
The curly-horned half-blood demon gave Angel a deep look, and the malice surrounding him began to slowly withdraw.
"Withdrawing my malice doesn’t mean I’ve forgiven you, just that I know it’s pointless against you." The curly-horned half-blood demon said, "I have already answered your questions; now, you may continue forward."
After speaking, the horned half-blood demon began to slowly transform into flames, seemingly no longer interested in continuing the conversation.
Angel sighed and didn’t say much, signaling everyone to keep moving forward. Wasting time here was truly pointless.
However, what Angel didn’t expect was that as they moved forward, Vay, who always seemed like a docile homebody, suddenly started cursing at the horned half-blood demon engulfed in flames: "Even the great Chaowei bowed and apologized to you, yet you still put on airs. Don’t think that the Abyssal Natives are so formidable now; it’s only by relying on us humans that they can barely survive in the Abyss. I called you an Abyssal Native, so what? We can’t kill you, but can you kill us? I bet you can’t even get out of this semicircle distance!"
After finishing his words, Vay let out a heavy "humph".
No one knew what the others were thinking, but Dox was looking at Vay in shock.
"You actually dared to provoke like this?" Dox’s eyes were wide open: "Isn’t that supposed to be my job? How did you learn this?"
Vay: "I didn’t learn it from you; I just think this Abyssal Native and demon hybrid is too ignorant of his own good!"