Chapter 1150: Section 1151 Feeding
Angel crouched and leapt to the side, narrowly dodging its vicious bite.
The demon failed to hit its target and did not give up; instead, it turned its head and continued to gaze at Angel with eyes full of hunger and thirst.
Drip, drop—
Foul-smelling saliva dripped from its wide-opened mouth.
Angel could clearly see that when the saliva fell to the ground, it sizzled, and white vapor rose from the surface.
Highly corrosive? The thought had just flashed through Angel’s mind when the gaunt demon stretched its mouth—which nearly took up two-thirds of its face—and charged at him again.
Angel kept tapping the ground to evade, deftly dodging the demon’s next few lunges.
In the process of continuous dodging and through close observation, Angel discovered some information about the demon. It was not to be underestimated, but it had suffered severe injuries that reduced its strength significantly, and it seemed to have some problems with its sanity.
Because of this, the demon did not use its intimidating aura from start to finish, and its footsteps were very unstable. Given the situation and Angel’s speed, he could temporarily deal with it through evasion.
However, this was not a long-term solution.
Dust was kicked up, and pebbles scattered. While dodging, Angel had also tried to counterattack, but all his offensive moves had done no damage to the demon.
In the process of chasing and evading, Angel noticed that the demon seemed to regard him as food, with that clear craving of hunger and desire flashing in its eyes.
If he slowed down even a step, Angel believed his next fate would be as a meal in the belly of the demon.
While dodging, Angel was also thinking of a countermeasure.
Now, he found himself in an almost sealed underground hall, with no way out and unable to fight the demon head-on. In such a situation, it was like being trapped in a jar, and as his physical and Magic Power wore out, he would inevitably be caught by the demon.
What to do?
As his thoughts raced, the demon chased him again, and he prepared to accelerate and circumvent it as before. In fact, he succeeded.
However, just as Angel had bypassed the demon, he suddenly felt dizzy, completely unable to move.
His heart skipped a beat, giving him a huge fright. Meanwhile, the demon also snapped out of it, turning its head and lunging at Angel.
It was also fortunate that, while dodging, Angel had been subconsciously chanting the Secret Soul Mantra in his heart in case of emergency. When he discovered he couldn’t move, his spirit immediately left his body, dragging his physical form to the other end of the hall.
It was then that Angel realized that the half of the hall he had been evading the demon in was almost entirely filled with white vapor.
These mists were all produced by the saliva dripping from the demon’s mouth to the ground!
“So, that dizziness was caused by these white vapors?” Angel stunned, he rapidly used the Path of Soul Threads to cast a level 1 Trick on his physical body: Detect Disease.
The result showed he was poisoned!
“This demon’s saliva has corrosion and also poison?!”
Although he could use a level 1 Trick ‘Expel Toxins’ to rid himself of the toxins that caused mental confusion and physical paralysis, this was a significant burden on his already nearly depleted Magical Core.
Moreover, the demon kept dripping saliva, and as long as it continued to chase him, the entire hall would soon be filled with poisonous gas.
By then, even if he had the strength to run, he would not be able to escape.
“What to do?” repeated Angel to himself, still unable to find a way out.
His gaze slowly moved to the cruel scholar statue in the middle, wondering: Is this your punishment?
By inscribing him to prevent his escape, then waking this starving demon, ensuring he becomes a meal for it in the end?
If this truly was the cruel scholar’s calculation, then his hope of survival was almost nil.
How could he plead for life if a great Demon God wanted him dead?
As Angel was lost in confusion and despair, the demon came at him again with its awkward, floating steps, dripping saliva and raising more white vapor along the way.
“So hungry… so hungry…” the demon leaped towards him.
Listening to the unconscious cries of the demon in Demon Language, Angel had an idea; while dodging, he took out a lump of Magic Marrow Meat from his bracelet and threw it into the mouth of the demon.
Once the Magic Marrow Meat settled in the demon’s stomach, it paused for a moment, no longer pursuing Angel but sitting there and chewing contentedly.
And while the demon was eating, it did not drip saliva.
It wasn’t until it had finished the Magic Marrow Meat that saliva began to drip again, and the demon resumed its chase after Angel.
Noticing this, Angel understood that the demon in front of him was simply hungry, so hungry that it would shove anything into its mouth.
Looking at the demon’s body with layers of loose skin, Angel thought to himself: Could it be that this creature, like Brufen, was actually very fat and only became skinny after starving to the point of delirium?
Angel couldn’t help but feel he had figured out the truth.
To prevent more white fog from forming, Angel temporarily took on the role of the feeder. While he was feeding, the demon sat motionless, simply waiting for more food to be stuffed into its mouth.
However, eating like this is not a solution.
Even though Magic Marrow Meat can continuously grow, its growth also requires Magic Power. Although the Magic Power consumed is relatively small, if only expenditure with no recovery occurs, the Magical Core will eventually dry up.
I must find a way to deal with this creature.
Looking at the demon enjoying its meal, a thought suddenly sprang into Angel’s mind, “Why not… try poisoning?”
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This was a spacious room filled with strange blood patterns. At the center of the room, a heart was suspended in mid-air.