Chapter 473: You illiterate dragon

"No, no, no, this is a Demon Lord, a god among the demon race, even higher-level demons than Great Demons and Demon Kings. Turus was just a high-level demon; it's far from it. And Turus died long ago. Don't call it every time you see a demon, okay?"

After much persuasion, Ang was finally calmed down. This dead skeleton is too vengeful. The molten demon that burned his field back then was chopped to death long ago. Now, seeing a molten demon, he is still so angry. If the molten demon was exterminated by Ang, then Turus is the culprit.

A Demon Lord's heart, calculated by level, is equivalent to a godhead.

The power of ordinary demons comes from bloodline. The power of different demons is destined from the moment of birth: Lesser Demon, Small Demon, Low, Mid, High-level Demon, Great Demon, Demon King, Demon Lord (Overlord).

The gap between different demons is bigger than that between tardigrades and humans. Why are they classified as demons? It mainly depends on whether their bloodline has infectivity. If their bloodline has infectivity, they will be classified as demons.

Besides this, different demons have different abilities, but the vast majority of demons can ingest the emotions of creatures. For example, succubi live on the love of creatures.

They will fully display their charm to capture the intense love and desire of creatures, and thus achieve the purpose of transformation. This is also the only way for demons to advance beyond bloodline.

Small Lesser Demons will be mischievous, scream loudly, and surround you with claws and teeth to make you irritable. Small Demons will catch you, torture you, and make you painful and fearful.

And high-level demons have high-level ways of playing. They will seduce you, sign a devil contract with you, and then take away everything you have. All emotions can be converted into the power of demons. Demons at this stage can be called devils.

That Turus, whom Ang keeps thinking about, was actually just a high-level demon, only counting as a beginner in the demon world. It's just that it burned Ang's field, so it was remembered for so long.

Above high-level, there are Great Demons, Demon Kings, Demon Lords (Overlords). The Lord of Terror belongs to the Lord-level demon. Of course, that refers to when it was in its complete state. When it met Ang, it had already been beaten into an Earth Abundance Monument.

Now, this flame arcane mage named Aishani actually possesses a Demon Lord's heart? And wants to use it to exchange for a chance at rebirth?

"What's the use of the Heart of Molten Iron? If it's useless, just exchange it for magic crystals. Magic crystals can at least be used for the ladder. Can't she borrow some?" Negris said.

Silver Coin shook his head: "25 million magic crystals. Except for those with mines at home, who can take out so much money? If she has to sell her family property, we can wait, but I don't know if she can wait. Don't let her hang up by then."

"Then borrow from those with mines at home. Doesn't Enke want to lend it to her? Why doesn't she want it?" Negris asked, puzzled.

"Sigh... the feelings of the elderly, it's hard to say in one word," Silver Coin sighed.

From Silver Coin's sigh, Negris heard a dog-blood taste. The soul of gossip burned fiercely. However, in the end, it couldn't ask anything, because Silver Coin said he had to protect client privacy.

The God of Profiteers indicated that he had to protect clients, so unless Ang came, don't even think about asking anything from his mouth.

After getting Ang's consent, a luxurious carriage sent an old lady with a kind face over, and it was Enke who escorted her personally.

The old lady was over 130 years old, only older than Lu Se among the people present, after all, only Lu Se is a "human." However, her condition was not good: deaf, blind, paralyzed, only a thick magic power showed her strength as an arcane mage.

She could only communicate through magic now. Only to see the air vibrate, a slightly apologetic voice sounded: "Sorry, because an old woman like me has to trouble everyone."

Negris said disdainfully: "How old are you? A little girl of 130-something, and you dare to call yourself 'old'."

"Uh, are you a dragon? Then you definitely can't compare with you. You were older than me when you came out of the dragon egg, heh." I don't know what happened, but Aishani's tone became cheerful. Maybe it's because no one had called her "little girl" for a long time.

Negris got straight to the point: "You know what's going to happen, right? Do you still need me to explain it to you again?"

Aishani said hesitantly: "Actually, I don't know very well what will happen. I just saw little Enke become younger, and it cost 25 million. It should be a good thing, a good thing that can let me live on, right?"

"Uh, you seem to know nothing. I'd better explain it to you again. We need a little bit of your flesh and blood, through the Rebirth Technique, to let it grow into a body, and then transfer your consciousness to the new body to be reborn. Can you understand?" Negris explained.

"Oh, so that's how it is. Then it's the same as the Flame Undead Bird, throwing itself into the fire, abandoning the body, and transforming and being reborn," Aishani understood according to her own cognition.

"What is the same as what? It's not the same thing. Alright, anyway, that's the matter. Are there any family members following? Let the family members go pay the fee," Negris said.

There were no family members. Enke didn't count. Only to see Aishani herself trembling and taking out a space bag, turning over a stone as big as a cow's head from inside.

Seeing her take out the space bag, Negris's heart skipped a beat, secretly thinking it was bad. A complete heart of a molten demon cannot be put into a space bag unless her space bag is like Ang's dimensional space, with air and water.

Some things with strong energy reactions must be in a dormant state to be put into a space bag, just like you can't put a bucket of burning charcoal into a sealed box, but unburned charcoal can be put in casually.

However, a demon heart—if it's dormant, it's not a heart.

Sure enough, what was taken out was a stone, a heart-shaped stone.

The Mage Hand held it and slowly landed on the ground. Aishani said somewhat embarrassedly: "When I found it, it still had a little spark. From its body, I sensed many arcane mysteries. Just don't know when it started to go out. Don't know if it can be used to exchange for a chance at rebirth?"

Negris rolled its eyes at Silver Coin. Silver Coin couldn't help but smile awkwardly. This was his mistake, not verifying the validity of the client's assets. If a living Demon Lord's heart could be worth 20 million magic crystals, then this extinguished heart was just a stone.

Although Aishani was old and blind, her magic perception was very keen, sensing the little movements between Negris and Silver Coin, and said somewhat embarrassedly: "Can't it? I also think it won't work. It's all little Enke, insisting on inciting me to try. It's really too embarrassing, wasting your time."

Enke, who was waiting on the side, couldn't help but interject: "I'll pay, I'll pay. Her rebirth fee will be paid by me."

"No, little Enke. I know your feelings for me, but I appreciate your intention. I am too much older than you; we are not suitable," Aishani flatly denied.

"No, Principal Aishani, I will always remember the moment you walked toward me from the podium. Age should not be an obstacle between us. I am willing to pay everything for you," Enke said excitedly.

Negris shook its shoulders. It felt like the scales on its body were about to be soured off. After the scales fell off, it was definitely covered in goosebumps.

Just when they were arguing about who should pay, Ang had already leaned over to the demon heart and poked it with his finger. No reaction.

Ang took out concentrated insect ash liquid and dripped a drop on it.

Where the insect ash liquid dripped, it first bubbled up, releasing small bubbles. The surface had fine stone shells peeling off. Slowly, the insect ash liquid began to smoke, and soon it was evaporated. A small spark appeared on the stone heart.

This spark wasn't even as big as a hemorrhoid, and it looked like it was about to go out. Ang hurriedly injected fire to help it burn.

Aishani, who was half-lying on the bed, was so scared that she sat up because she felt a super-fast fire element fluctuation.

At her age, her eyes could no longer see, and she "saw" things through magic perception. If she weren't a powerful arcane mage, she would be like an 80- or 90-year-old grandmother now, lying on a chair basking in the sun, and others would have to shout loudly to talk to her.

However, she still possessed keen magic perception, which would not decline with age, but rather became more sensitive. She now saw that the fire elements around her were rushing over crazily, gathering on Ang's body.

She could no longer perceive Ang, only a huge gathering of fire elements, changing at a very fast frequency.

"True... True Truth Mage?" A name popped up in Aishani's heart.

No one paid attention to her. Everyone's attention was attracted by the demon heart. Only to see the weak spark on the stone heart, with the continuous injection of fire elements, became brighter and brighter, and then with a crackle, the two ends of the spark burst open the stone shell and became a little bigger.

Becoming a little bigger, it would become two points bigger, three points, four, five, six, seven... The cracked places kept extending, quickly spreading over the whole heart like a spider web. The whole demon heart became like it had just been dug out of molten lava, with incandescent patterns, scorching the surrounding air.

Concentrated insect ash liquid returned a spark, and Ang used a first-level fire magic to forcibly burst it.

However, Negris soon found a problem: "No jumping. The heart is not beating, no rebirth."

"Ah? It will jump? No, in my hands it has always been like this, never jumped," Aishani was surprised.

"It won't jump without consciousness. With consciousness, I guess you wouldn't be able to control it. If it doesn't jump, it doesn't jump. Where did you find it?" Negris asked.

"In a dead volcano. I entered a dead volcano during my graduation trial back then and found it there," Aishani said.

Just at this moment, Ang suddenly reached out and reached into the Palace of Rest.

Aishani and Enke were both startled: "Spatial penetration? Oh my god, are you a Fire True Truth Mage or a Space Mage?"

A Fire True Truth Mage who also cultivates space magic? This is too perverted, right?

Ang's hand bone flew around alone in the Palace of Rest, found a fire basin, and lit it.

When the fire in the fire basin flared up and a consciousness suspiciously projected onto the fire, Ang grabbed the fire and pulled it over.

The Lord of Terror was stunned. It only felt the world spinning, and it was pulled away. What was going on? Wasn't it just projecting over?

Consciousness projected onto the fire basin. Even if the fire basin was smashed, it would only retreat to the main body. Why could grabbing the fire basin pull its consciousness out of the main body?

This is simply like peeping at someone taking a bath through an eagle eye technique, the person being peeped at gets angry and waves their hand, and the self several kilometers away gets slapped. It's simply outrageous.

However, when it saw Ang, it immediately felt relieved. The whole plane can only be Ang who can pull it over through the fire basin, and then it was pulled to a molten heart.

"Demon Lord?! Molten Heart!? A little bit stronger than I was back then." The Lord of Terror screamed in shock.

"Did you kill a Demon Lord?" The Lord of Terror's tone was trembling.

"Eh? Empty? No soul?" The Lord of Terror was surprised.

"For me?" The Lord of Terror asked tentatively?

Ang nodded.

"I... I... I..." The surprise came too suddenly, and the Lord of Terror couldn't speak.

It was extremely unlucky back then, beaten to death for no reason, turned into an Earth Abundance Monument, but the molten lava nearby was all exiled to the void by the Undead King, and it couldn't get the power to be reborn.

That's fine, it was also forced to raise a farm of tauren, having to cheat and lie everywhere. It originally thought it would never be able to restore the level of the original Demon Overlord, when suddenly a Demon Lord's heart was placed in front of it.

The heart is alive, but the consciousness inside has been wiped out. The master is so great. Isn't this prepared specifically for it?

It thought Ang killed a Demon Lord, wiped out the other party's soul, and left the heart for it. It was so moved in its heart.

"My lord, from now on I am your slave," the Lord of Terror said solemnly after stabilizing its excited mood.

With its words, a contract slowly unfolded in the air—a demon's slave contract, only the place where others signed before was signed with the Lord of Terror's big name.

Negris leaned over to look at the demon characters and translated word by word: "Black smoke ring with fire coming out of the stone? Is this your real name? Pfft—how unique."

The Lord of Terror said muffledly: "You illiterate dragon, these symbols are read as 'erupting volcanic ash' in the name, humph!"

After speaking, it didn't pay attention to Negris, and threw itself into the demon heart. With its entry, the demon heart beat violently. Between one expansion and one contraction, the bear-bear flames were squeezed out, and the mud on the ground melted rapidly, flowing onto the heart like molten lava, wrapping it.

More and more molten lava wrapped around the heart, slowly forming a molten giant, slowly standing up from the ground. ===== CHAPTER 474 =====