Chapter Eighty Two, Advancements.
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Lokreum looked at the dazed Diana, a smile beaming on his face.
He couldn't wait to see how this would effect history.
He did not care for what happened with Venator.
That incident was mightily entertaining after all.
"I will leave you with this information for one month Diana. In one months time, we'll meet again, and depending on things are... I may stay for far longer than just some minutes." With a smile on his face, Lokreum turned, walking away from the stunned woman and back up the steps in which they came.
After exiting her sight, he could hear her move, and rush towards the stair well.
But...
She would not find him there.
His physical form faded from reality, his mind staying behind for a few moments.
"WHAT THE FUCK?" Diana screamed in his absence, falling to her knees at the bottom of the stairwell.
He scoffed, turning back.
One month.
He wondered how things would change.
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With a slow and heavy arm, it's hand grasped upon the gaseous formation. The structure was pulled from its rightful space, ripping apart some of the Cosmic Sea.
Slowly, the construct was lifted up, the cluster of tentacles parting as space was made for it to enter. With a toss, the reality was swallowed, being gulped down by the massive entity.
Three weeks passed in the Pandora Expanse, and it had been over a three years out in the cosmic world.
The Cosmic Devourer.
The first natural-born Ignotovian had made a name for itself.
The one existence capable of permanently slaughtering realities.
Or perhaps just the only entity to actually do it...
Over one hundred realities had been consumed, and at this point, it's size dwarfed all the realms within the Cosmic Seas...
"Not enough... The big ones are so far away." It grumbled, gazing off into the distance.
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It had set it's sights on something the moment it awakened.
The two tasty realities that seemed to be infinite in size...
It wanted them.
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"How can you be so weak." An entity sat on a throne. A throne made from bones.
In front of it stood ninety existences. Ninety demons. Humanoid, titanous, and beastly, all alike.
In the fore front were six prostrating demons.
They seemed to be rather weakened, quivering beneath the authority of their Satan.
"You let your tether be captured by a human. A fucking human? A fourth order, piece of mindless animal shit." None could see the expression hidden beneath his hood.
They were glad.
They could hear, feel, taste, the pure disgust and hatred, oozing from their lord.
"The expansion is being slowed by you weaklings."
"You are second order demons, how are you losing out to a fourth order surface dweller?" He questioned.
"I thought I made an example with the first to be captured... But it seems it wasn't enough." He spoke, pure detestation in his voice.
"W-"
"Shut the fuck up." Without even a single move, one of the prostrating demons was turned into minced meat.
It's body had transformed right before the eyes of all those present.
It had literally become a pile of meat cubes.
"Those of you watching... Get captured and you will face worse deaths than these six." Edit lifted a hand, all five remaining prostrating demons turning into minced piles of meat alongside their companion.
"NOW LEAVE." With a roar, all of those present stumbled out of the cavern.
The gigantic draconic entities. The humanoid creatures with insect wings and rock hard carapaces...
Even the pale skinned ancient demons, the ancestor humans. There was a vampyre amongst the mix, and he made sure to absorb the words of their demon lord.
He would not be a reason for any of their set backs.
His Avatar was One's right hand as of now, and the two were only getting stronger together.
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"Absurd." Arthur muttered.
He knelt before the six corpses in front of him, his sister hovering behind him.
It had been an additional two weeks, and Sunvera had been experiencing hell for a total of five weeks.
With the influence and strength of the Emperor and his officials, they contained the spread of information, keeping it sealed to just the capital city of Sunvera, and not the entire kingdom, but it was still a problem.
Looking at his sister, he sighed.
In the past two weeks, she had trained in some of their family arts.
For the first time ever...
Like the geniuses their bloodline were, she quickly escaped level one and became level two.
If he wasn't mistaken, she might even have more potential than he...
But he did not care for that.
She could not rule the way he could, and she surely wasn't interested in it either.
In the past week she had been level two, she had been mass producing a whole load of useless things.
Tempering her alchemy.
Despite being more powerful than her, he did not understand the cores of alchemy like she did, nor did he have her mind and imagination.
In just a week, she had drained herself of her energies countless times.
She made dozens on top of dozens of reinforced metal swords.
Three of which were laced with some sort of magics.
She etched sorceries into the alchemical creation in a similar way to how the demons seemed to be etching curses into their Avatar's bodies.
They were powerful to say the least...
Arthur sighed.
He looked at the six corpses in front of him once more.
He had them in his grasps for just half a day.
Then they keeled over and died.
The writhed and their veins darkened.
In a similar fashion to what happened when he killed his first captured subject.
It seemed that the six of these demon followers had their demons killed.
It was sad.
He was still able to extract lots of information, but nowhere as much as he wished.
"So their leader... The demons are working under a level seven?..."
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