Chapter 278

Nage Lisi blinked, looked at Ang, then looked at the scythe, and asked in confusion: "Why are you cutting it? It's not a Demon Monument; this is just a stone stele. You wouldn't happen to be treating it as Tu Bu Bu Bu Bu Lu Si again, would you?"

If Tu Bu Bu Bu Bu Lu Si's soul knew, he would probably regret it to death; burning Ang's field had been remembered until now.

Ang ignored him, instead observing intently. Soul flames rose from his feet, and he paced slowly. Every step he took, a footprint burning with flames was left on the ground.

Seeing Ang's posture, Nage Lisi was somewhat disapproving. Just as he wanted to say something, a cloud of smoke rose not far away, condensing into a face, and smiled awkwardly: "Hehe, hehe, long time no see. How is everyone doing lately?"

"Lord of Terror!" Nage Lisi's eyes widened. Not only were there really demons, but it was also an old acquaintance—the Lord of Terror.

That Lord of Terror who launched a bug plague in Heishan City and seduced the Night Watchman in the Land of Slumber, who was so arrogant, was now actually forced out of a dilapidated stone stele by Ang?

How should he put it? Possessing the title of Lord of Terror, it was at least a Demon King-level existence, which meant it was a god among demons.

And it had indeed caused many incredible things, such as bringing the Night Watchman out of the Land of Slumber, resurrecting the Bug Exterminator, then launching the Heishan bug plague, summoning the Hellhound, and also creating the Terror Ghost.

Each and every deed proved that it was a genuine Demon King, and it even claimed to be the master of the Abyss of Terror. Anyone would think it was a tyrannical and peerless master of a world.

And this dilapidated stone stele, the inscriptions on it were 'peeling off', not even as good as a thatched cottage at the entrance of a village. Ang actually forced it out from here, which was equivalent to forcing a master of a world out of a thatched cottage.

What happened? Haven't seen it for a few months, why is it so pathetic?

The Lord of Terror also smiled awkwardly. The smoke condensed into a pair of small hands, rubbing them together while saying: "Why are you here? Hehe, welcome, welcome."

The tone was as polite as could be, completely unlike how tough it was at the brazier.

Nage Lisi asked hesitantly: "Aren't you the master of the Abyss of Terror?"

The Lord of Terror said: "Yes, yes, yes, this is the Abyss of Terror."

"..." Nage Lisi turned his head to look in all directions.

This was an interior space of a huge rock. There were stone walls in all directions, but Nage Lisi's own soul could not extend to the end, so he could not see those stone walls and could only perceive them through Ang's description.

But everyone knew Ang's descriptive ability; after listening, they didn't feel it was terrifying.

"This isn't terrifying? Wait until that group of divine cows are so hungry they moan and surround you to cry, then you will know how terrifying it is," the Lord of Terror said irritably.

Divine cows? Everyone subconsciously turned their heads to look at the minotaur auntie.

The minotaur auntie had just finished gnawing a watermelon-sized beet, her face covered in red juice. Seeing everyone turning to look at her, she was startled, put her big hand behind her back, wiped it on her butt, and smiled toothily.

Didn't feel it was very terrifying. Everyone turned their heads back.

The Lord of Terror also noticed the minotaur auntie and said in surprise: "You ate a beet? Where did the beet come from?"

Nage Lisi interrupted irritably: "Don't change the subject. What was going on with the bug plague last time? Why could you launch the bug plague? Is this your true body here now?"

The Lord of Terror nodded and said cooperatively: "The bug plague wasn't launched by me; it was launched by that bug exterminator himself. I just gave him a little guidance."

"Wrong, he was already dead. You were the one who resurrected him," Nage Lisi said.

"No, no, no, he resurrected himself. I just gave him a little guidance, taught him to prepare various materials, successfully sign a contract, and collect a little bit of handling fee," the Lord of Terror denied.

"I understand, you are playing a game of empty-handed white wolf! As cunning as Anthony," Nage Lisi couldn't help but scold.

Why was this routine so familiar? Not long ago, Anthony played this hand, using Yinbi's money and Ang's grain to trap other people's money and grain. If it weren't for disaster relief, Anthony would be the biggest liar in the history of the main plane.

"No, no, no," the Lord of Terror hurriedly denied: "I just reasonably collected consultation fees, because knowledge is the greatest wealth. If I didn't tell him what materials to prepare, he would be dead. Collecting a little consultation fee and handling fee, isn't that very reasonable?"

"Reasonable my..." Nage Lisi just wanted to jump up and blow its dog head off, but suddenly thought of something, and the whole dragon became depressed like a deflated ball.

Because he discovered that he was doing the same work as this demon, but Ang had never paid him.

Nage Lisi's sudden depression made everyone unable to help but surround him, asking about his condition with concern. Even the little angel ran over and touched his forehead.

"Ao ao!" After the little angel finished shouting, it turned and spread its wings toward the Lord of Terror.

Before the Holy Light shone, Nage Lisi stopped the little angel in time and said, laughing and crying: "I am a corpse dragon, I am naturally cold, it wasn't done by it, it wasn't done by it."

The little angel's two 'ao's meant 'cold through'. I don't know who taught it that cold through meant dead.

"Ao?" The little angel tilted its head.

"It's okay, it's okay, really okay, just remembered something else, now I've figured it out," Nage Lisi rubbed the little angel's head with relief.

It was just him overthinking. They were already a group, and the nature of this demon was fundamentally different. Even a heartless fellow like the little angel would care about him; this kind of emotion was the most sincere.

Seeing that he was really okay, the little angel shook its head and punched Nage Lisi in the eye socket.

Then it hopped and skipped in front of Ang, raising its little hand to pat its own head, as if to show 'Look, how great I am', until Ang patted its head, only then did it stop.

Nage Lisi covered his face, laughing and crying. He forgot that only Ang could rub the little angel's head. However, this punch from the little angel also woke him up. He turned to the Lord of Terror and rolled up his sleeves: "You have such great courage, daring to use 'bewitchment' on me? I almost fell for your trick."

He was an old dragon who had lived for tens of thousands of years, how could his emotions fluctuate so easily? Only now did Nage Lisi react; it turned out he had been hit by this demon's trick.

The Lord of Terror shrank back with a bitter smile: "Not on purpose, not on purpose, I'm used to it. We demons speak like this, naturally carrying spiritual fluctuations."

"Nonsense, do you think I'm a stupid dragon?" Nage Lisi pounced to beat it up, but was beaten back by the smoke in no time. He couldn't even beat a cloud of smoke; it was too shameful. When others wanted to go up to help, the smoke disappeared.

Want to run? Ang stepped forward and stepped on the ground. The ground rose with footprints carrying flames, and an invisible wave spread out.

Just like this, Ang ran wildly, one footprint at a time, as if chasing something invisible. As he ran, it seemed that the thing turned a corner, and Ang also made a big turn, suddenly accelerating.

After chasing like this for several minutes, the Lord of Terror's crying voice suddenly sounded in front of Ang: "You've run for so long, aren't you tired!"

"I have no grudge against you, stop chasing."

"Are you a lunatic? Why is your soul so tough?!"

"Stop chasing, if you chase again, I'll vomit."

Being chased by Ang in a panic, the Lord of Terror did not notice the burning footprints Ang stepped on, and crashed into one.

The others were confused at first. They only saw Ang running wildly in the dark, leaving footprints all over the ground. Shaya even couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "What is the lord doing? He wouldn't be running around, would he?"

Seraphim Luna responded in a low voice: "He is weaving a net. Those are his soul powers, which can enhance his perception. This demon clearly integrated its bloodline with this land, and its will can move arbitrarily here. Once it escapes the perception range, it will be difficult to find it again."

"So Ang should be using soul power to make a net, shrinking the opponent's movement range bit by bit."

Shaya asked: "Is he chasing it?" She only saw Ang alone and was very worried about whether he would lose the chase.

Seraphim Luna shook her head: "I can't perceive that demon either, but he shouldn't have lost it. With Ang's personality, he shouldn't do useless things."

Shaya fell silent, but after a while, she suddenly said: "Seraphim Luna, can you teach me how to fight?"

Seraphim Luna was stunned for a moment: "Teach you? No need, right? After I possess you, you will master all the combat techniques I have mastered. There is no need to learn. Why do you suddenly have this idea?"

Shaya said dejectedly: "I found that my understanding of combat in the past was too superficial, thinking that combat was just punching and kicking, swords and magic. But now I find that combat can be so weird. If it were me, I wouldn't be able to find the enemy at all, or I would have been bewitched by the opponent at the beginning."

Seraphim Luna nodded: "Yes, I also found that you have a strong obsession in your heart. If you were the one bewitched just now, you would definitely go crazy and grab the Holy Light again. There is no good way to deal with this kind of mental attack. The only way is not to let the opponent speak."

Seraphim Luna would never have thought that her words today would create a 'Shut-Up Angel' in the future, because when she encountered an enemy who wanted to speak, Shaya would explode, roaring 'Shut up', and then unleash a big move on the opponent.

"Now your situation is not a lack of technique, but a lack of experience. When I have time, I will teach you more combat experience, but it may not necessarily be of great significance."

"Some people's combat consciousness is innate. Even if they encounter enemies they have never seen before, they can quickly think of ways to deal with them, and they have enough understanding of their own power. This is something that no amount of knowledge and experience can make up for. You can see that from the God of Knowledge," Seraphim Luna muttered.

It seemed someone was talking about him? Nage Lisi turned his head suspiciously, with a clear fist print on his face.

Shaya understood instantly. Combat techniques were useless. The God of Knowledge knew all techniques and knowledge, but couldn't beat anyone.

While they were chatting, the Lord of Terror on the other side had been chased in a panic and crashed into one of Ang's footprints.

The flames on the footprint soared into the sky, revealing a blurry figure, and then was slashed by Ang, who was in close pursuit, with his scythe.

The flame figure shattered, leaving only a soul flame on the scythe.

After a round of interrogation, the Lord of Terror even said what it ate last night.

The Lord of Terror was indeed a Demon King, and this was indeed the Abyss of Terror. Once, this was a scorching underground world full of lava, but one day, the Undead King descended.

A purple-gold skeleton under the Undead King beat it up with a few punches, leaving only a Demon Monument.

At first, the Lord of Terror was very happy because the Undead King did not touch its monument. It prepared to wait for these undead creatures to leave before being reborn.

However, the Undead King's subordinates brought five gods and one human. Among the gods, the Lord of Terror only recognized one, the Goddess of Redemption of the Church of Light, and the human was a Space Magic God.

The noble landlords and merchants who were hoarding grain acted quickly, trying to transport the grain to the Western Diocese where grain prices were higher, but because of Anthony's administrative order, they couldn't get it out.

Watching grain prices loosen day by day, some people were afraid that the grain would be stuck in their hands and had to lower prices to sell.

As long as the price dropped to a reasonable range, Anthony would take all comers, taking as much as there was. If he didn't have enough money, he would borrow from the Silver Coin Society.

Ku Ba Da, if Naigelis knew, it would definitely scold Anthony again. This wasn't just eating from both ends; it was eating from three ends.

Because of the permits, the Silver Coin Society almost monopolized the bulk trade between humans and elves. Backed by the elves who had mines at home, the Silver Coin Society's cash flow was incredibly sufficient.

And Anthony was a high-quality borrower, with a pile of high-quality real estate in his hands. If he could, Anthony would even dare to mortgage the churches and temples.

Of course, the Silver Coin Society didn't dare to take them, only taking those manors and mineral properties.

With sufficient funds and the continuous acquisition of grain, Anthony's confidence grew, the cards in his hand became thicker, and the space for operation became larger.

All of this only required a little bit of initial investment. Ang's one hundred thousand tons of grain was the lever that pried all of this open.

Now, he only needed to allocate the grain to the disaster-stricken areas nearby, and the Eastern Diocese might be able to survive this disaster year.

However, all of this required very detailed paperwork. Anthony had been signing documents for the past few days, releasing grain, transferring people, giving money, etc., all of which required signatures, signing until his fingers were stiff, and he had to cast a healing Holy Light on himself from time to time.

A black shadow entered the room silently.

Anthony decisively flipped the table in front of him, unleashed all his defensive skills, and then shouted in his heart: My Lord, save me!!!

Being able to enter his room silently, it was definitely not an easy person to deal with. Under such circumstances, daring to come and assassinate him, it definitely had full confidence. No matter what, shout for help first. Anyway, Ang didn't charge money.

The black shadow gently caught the table and said awkwardly, "Uh, Archbishop Anthony, it's me."

Anthony looked closely: "Xia Mala, why is it you? You want to scare me to death."