Chapter 1854: Alien Demon God

The gazes of many Demon Gods fell on the Demon God who proposed this plan, their eyes full of complexity.

All present were Demon Gods, but the Demon God on whom the gazes of the Demon Gods focused was actually an alien.

Named Boboke, although he had Demon God cultivation, compared to other Demon Gods, his figure was too thin and small.

And in the Demon Race, thin and small meant no strength, meant trash.

Therefore, even though Boboke was a Demon God, he was actually not accepted by other Demon Gods.

Moreover, this guy's philosophy had always conflicted with the Demon Race.

As early as before, Boboke had always firmly believed that the Demon Race should not be like this, especially in wartime.

They should not rely on their own strength and act recklessly without any plan; this would only increase casualties.

This statement naturally met with the ridicule of many demons.

If the Demon Race doesn't talk about strength, what else should they talk about?

Like those races destroyed by their Demon Race, playing some fancy tricks? But what could that do? In the end, they still became the souls under their Demon Race's blades.

Therefore, the Demon Race only needs to talk about strength; the rest is not important.

Some demons even thought that the reason Boboke kept emphasizing these things was because his own strength was too weak.

Although he possessed Demon God cultivation, his combat power could not compare to other Demon Gods; he was not worthy of the Demon God position.

Because of this, Boboke's life in the Demon Race was not miserable, but it was definitely not comfortable.

Facing the disdain of the middle-team demons, the isolation, ridicule, and contempt of the Demon Gods, Boboke was a Demon God, but he had always been like a marginal figure, without any presence, let alone power.

However, at this moment, facing the gaze of the Demon Gods, the heat in Boboke's eyes could not be hidden at all.

For so many years, he had finally waited for this opportunity, waited for this proof of himself.

He wanted to tell all the demons that his persistence all along was not wrong.

Thinking of this, Boboke stood up confidently, but even if he stood up, he was not as tall as those sitting Demon Gods.

In the eyes of the Demon Gods, he was indeed like an alien.

Who let his image be a gecko...

Lifting his head, looking around at the Demon Gods, Boboke roared low.

"Roar... (If I am to be responsible for this matter, I hope to have enough power.)"

This was Boboke's request. Hearing this, the Demon Gods were dissatisfied, but they still nodded, promising to give him all the authority a Demon God should have.

To this, Boboke smiled brightly, his eyes full of confidence.

"Roar... (You will not regret today's decision.)"

The discussion ended, and the Demon Gods unanimously decided that the matter of training special demons would be fully handed over to Boboke.

Before he finished the training, the Demon Race would temporarily give up the attack on the Haotu World.

They were also forced into a corner.

As for Boboke, after returning to his residence, he was high-spirited.

But as a Demon God, this guy actually got himself a wooden house?

One must know that the Demon Race basically felt like they were at home everywhere; even Demon Gods took the heaven as a quilt and the earth as a bed.

But this Boboke actually got himself a wooden house.

Moreover, he specifically got a study room.

According to him, books are the source of wisdom; only by reading more can one continuously strengthen oneself.

Therefore, after "returning home," Boboke's first thing was to drill directly into the study room.

He found all the books related to reconnaissance and perception cultivation and read them carefully again.

These books were collected by Boboke himself, coming from different races, many of which were those races once destroyed by the Demon Race.

At that time, when Boboke treated these books, which were regarded as trash by many demons, as treasures, it also attracted ridicule from many demons.

But now, the Demon Race needed Boboke's books; thinking about it, it was also a kind of ridiculous thing.

Over the next few days, Boboke was preparing, and at the same time, he personally selected a batch of demons he considered to be promising and taught them himself.

But the demons Boboke selected made people completely unable to understand.

They were all thin, small, and low-strength demons, who were usually despised by the Demon Race.

But in Boboke's eyes, these demons were the most suitable.

In his view, reconnaissance does not need too much strength; it needs speed, keen intuition, and delicate observation.

A thin and small figure is easier to exert the level.

But to this, other Demon Gods and many demons did not agree at all.

The Demon Gods were full of disdain behind their backs, but since the matter had been decided, they had no intention of interfering; let's see what results this Boboke could produce.

And Boboke's residence, a huge mountain range, had been used by him as a place for cultivation.

Looking at these ten thousand thin and small demons he had selected, Boboke stood in the sky and roared loudly.

"Roar... (Once, you were all trash, all trash looked down upon and despised by your family, friends, and tribe.)"

"Roar... (Just because you were born weak, just because you couldn't change anything.)"

"Roar... (But now, I give you an opportunity, an opportunity to change your destiny, an opportunity to soar into the sky.)"

"Roar... (An opportunity to let you, with this weak posture, also receive the respect of other demons. Are you willing?)"

With Boboke's words, the many demons present, from the initial frowning to the later anger, to the current excitement.

One by one, they stretched their necks and roared in anger, responding to the roar of Boboke.