The sky of the Demon Realm is shrouded in black clouds that have not changed for thousands of years, and I don't know when intelligent beings began to realize the concept of the sky, and the "Heavy Cloud Barrier" above their heads has been protecting the beings of the Demon Realm from the erosion of the scorching sun. For some reason, the clouds in this world seem to follow completely different rules than some worlds, except for the rainy season of the year, when the clouds that cover the sky of the Demon Realm never fall for most days. In the wilderness, sharp rocks can be seen everywhere, and the ground is sparsely covered with withered yellow shrubs and weeds.

A group of exiled demons silently marched in a direction that they faintly resisted in their hearts. The procession of hundreds of migrants was dejected, ragged, and barely communicated with each other. Like a group of walking dead, a heavy and strange atmosphere envelops them.

This is a group of defeated fugitives, forced by the pursuers who may exist behind them, and they are reluctant to move towards the "cursed swamp" that every demon in this wilderness does not want to mention lightly.

Mora is the leader of this army of exiles. She was a strong female snake demon, with turquoise scales covered with a snake tail, but she was covered with a dirty gray from the long journey, and she looked dull. The leader of the snake demon was half a head taller than the only male snake demon in the group, with four nimble arms and a precious long knife sharpened from the fangs of the beast. These were originally the capital she was proud of, but now she only felt that her superficial self-esteem and pursuit were very ridiculous.

Yes, ridiculous. Even her original leader, the Six-Armed Serpent Demon, had already touched the shackles of the Rank Sisters, and was not a stepping stone to the victor's ascension in this conspiracy rebellion, and was finally used by the usurper as a means to deter other leaders - she was executed in full view of everyone!

In this cruel, unforgiving world, trust and dependence seem to be a luxury that only the weak want.

Mora trusted her former leader, the sister who was born in the same pool of blood as her, and not only did she have a healthy descendant, but she was also a six-armed snake demon that many demons could not reach in their lifetimes. And then there's their invincible, invincible tribal chief, Theramore, the Conqueror, who seems to be just one step away from the lord's honor.

She had long believed that as long as they rallied around the high-level demons led by the Conquerors, one day their clan would expand into the Demon Lords that the old Abyss Lords would not dare to despise - and the great Theramore Conqueror would be crowned the most dynamic Abyss Lord in the wilderness, the new Demon King!

But the sinister and shameless betrayer told everyone the cruel truth that their naïve prospect of the tribe was like a reflection in the water, which seemed to be within reach, but as long as the breeze blew, anyone could see that the ripples were nothing more than an illusory image with no reality to speak of.

Mora couldn't help but clench her four fists, gurgling between her upper and lower gums. But even this could not give out any resentment in her heart! The Winged Demon who had only joined the exile later told her that her sister, the former head of the Eighty-Three Serpent Demons of the tribe, had all six of her arms cut off one by one because she did not want to submit to that despicable traitor, and finally died of excessive bleeding...... Those who were once terrified of the head of the snake demon were clustered around her corpse, greedily sucking her blood!

Mora swore to keep the image that the Winged Demon had relayed to herself! As most demons believe, anger and hatred were the inexhaustible source of power in their hearts!

Most of the leaders who were unwilling to succumb to the betrayers had been killed, and they had been the backbone of the entire clan that had hopefully become a true Abyssal Territory!

Yes, in this cruel, unforgiving world, trust itself is a ridiculous and weak word. But if it weren't for the belief that he could advance to a more powerful bloodline, how could the high-ranking demons in the tribe obey the orders of the chieftain Theramore, and follow him to achieve his reputation as a "conquest warrior" with victory after victory!?

If it weren't for the belief that it would be possible to survive this desperate ordeal, how could Mora's exile team have the Horned Demons, Succubus Demons, and even the Winged Demons and their cowards join unconditionally!?

The Demon Race is a very contradictory race, and the Demon Realm is also a sad world full of contradictions. The once-brave and combative Mora is now becoming disheartened, and the only thing that supports her as she moves into the unknown is because the heir of the head of the Serpent Demon, Canor, is still by her side. Her most urgent wish now is that her sister's daughter, the girl who has inherited the blood of the snake demon and the fire demon, can grow into a powerful existence beyond Canor or even the conquest. It seems that only in this way will the powerless struggle of their group of destitute exiles become the only remaining meaning.

It's just that Mora doesn't know if their group of losers will have a chance to provide shelter for the young snake demon until the day when she grows strong enough to intimidate the demons......

Can these people, including herself, really hold out until that day comes? There are many people in the crowd who are confused and withered, and there are even many people who are all soldiers, but there are a few people like her who are full of anger and unwillingness, and what is buried under the dejected surface is a scorching spark of hatred!?

How on earth can this fire sweep all directions with the power of a prairie fire!? Mora's heart did not have a mature idea, just because their destination was the forbidden land of this wilderness where all the demons would rather endure the torture of that moment of hunger than set foot in - a vast swamp cursed.

It would be nice if Canor was still there at this time, as the most powerful snake demon in the tribe, her ability is not only reflected in pure force, if it is the head of the snake demon known as "Demon Scales" who leads this exile team, even if it is the cursed forbidden land in front of him, these defeated may not have the courage to break into him!

The wind with wide wings swept away the fallen leaves on the ground, and the weary scouts interrupted Mora's remembrance of the dead. At least, now is not the time for her to feel sorry for herself. As the leader of the team, she may not be as good as Canor, but that is not at all a reason to prevent her from wanting to be a better leader! Every demon who wants to live should have a strong heart that never stops and constantly strives to be strong.

Dilard is the Winged Demon who brought the bad news of Canor to the team, and the scout at this moment is no longer as gloomy as when he first joined the team, although the constant rush makes him look a little embarrassed, but the Winged Demon's expression is a little strangely excited.

"My lord, I just spotted a pool of blood when I was scouting the terrain ahead from a high place!" said Illard's face with irrepressible excitement.

The tradition of the Winged Demon as a professional scout still originated from the era when the conquest had just begun to conquer the East and the West, although it was called the Winged Demon, but its body as a low-level demon could not afford the long-term flight consumption, but when they were in a high place, they always had a wider vision than others.

"Well done! Dirald, the supply for a while takes precedence over you and your men. Even on the run, Mora did not forget to follow the rules set by the conquest during his lifetime. As a scout at the front of the march, these customary rules of reward are probably one of the foundations that build up the prestige of the conquest.

It is not an exaggeration to call the blood pool the foundation of the distorted ecology of the demon world, and the vast majority of demons are born in the mysterious vision unique to this demon world. Among the demons, the act of breeding bloodlines through mating like Canor belongs to the bloodline continuation method that only high-level demons are capable of bearing, and almost all demons originate from the lowest level of the demon race born in the blood pool-cowardly demons.

What ability can a low-level demon who can't even support himself have the ability to raise offspring? This is especially true of the cowardly demon born in the blood pool, the cowardly demon whose combat power is similar to that of a young child is almost the bottom of the food chain in the demon world, and the newly born cowardly demon has no ability to hunt for food even under the threat of hunger and death. The first to fall under the torment of suffering and fatigue is the first target of most new cowards to replenish themselves.

The newborn demons face the most brutal competition in the first two years of the Demon Realm, and in the process they will face almost one in ten severe tests until they achieve a temporary victory in this non-stop race - to advance to the more powerful mid- and low-level demons.

In the end, the cowardice who can achieve this goal is almost a hundred ordinary existences, and the losers in the competition become the stepping stones for others to become strong. The blood pool means more replenishment and more consumables for the team in exile. When food is scarce, it is the newborn weak who are the first to be sacrificed, and they are also the ones who are consumed the most in the struggle. Even the cowards in the team will not have to worry about falling victim to the first group of victims in the team because they have new blood that is weaker than them.

......

When the excited party of exiles arrived at the pool of blood that the Winged Demon had spoken, they found that the situation seemed to be different from what they had imagined.

The formation of the blood pool is still a magical phenomenon that cannot be fully explained for the demons in the savage civilization, and there are more than a dozen blood pools that appear in this wilderness every year. There is no law that can be summarized about their formation, and the scale varies from thousands to dozens or hundreds of cowardly demons.

It's just that the pool of blood in front of me is a bit subversive of everyone's cognition...... After all, they were all born from this great abyss, and just from the number of "brothers and sisters", they could deduce how amazing and great it was to give birth to their own blood pool.

The pool of blood in front of him was only superficially deterrent enough, and black mist continued to emerge from the surging red liquid, just like the bloody magma swallowing a deadly magical breath, and the crimson water surface vaguely reflected the figures of onlookers, as if it could suck their souls into it......

If only it were just a few steps square!

In the experience of most demons, there are not even fish in puddles of this size, at most three or two toads!

Mora crossed her hands on her chest, her other two hands pinching her chin slightly anxiously, and she rubbed her middle finger repeatedly. Obviously, he has his own thoughts about the situation that makes everyone laugh and cry.

Dillard didn't know how to defend himself, and from a distance, the scarlet was naturally very conspicuous, because the distance and the angle from the treetops made him uncertain about the scale of the pool of blood. But even if he had already seen that this was a pool that couldn't lie down in the pool of ten cowardly demons, with his experience as a low-level winged demon, he still couldn't tell what the situation was!

Out of the bustling crowd came a bewitching figure, a succubus named Morrigan.

Morrigan is not the most powerful and potential succubus of exiles, but he is the oldest of them. She was born ten years further than the second year in the room, and while she was still a low-level succubus until now, there was nothing to be proud of, but it was enough to show that what she had experienced was different from most.

And this experience, in itself, is an unspeakable advantage.

The elder succubus owed a debt to show her respect for the temporary leader, and she whispered a few words beside Mora, causing the four-armed snake demon to quickly make a decision.

"Gather food on the spot and prepare for the night. "At this time, the light shining through the heavy clouds is still a little dazzling.

......

As a coward, falling asleep hungry is not an unusual thing for Wow Claw, and it is precisely because of the few that people feel very cherished to be able to sleep with a full stomach. What's more, there was no forest in the place where the leader of Mora chose to be stationed this time, and the harvest of a hundred or so people was only a few rabbits and two nests of birds' eggs.

"When was the last time you ate all-you-can-eat eggs?" muttered the cowardly demon in a half-asleep and half-awake way. In the place illuminated by the fire in front of Leng Buding, there was a strange movement in the position of the leaders, and it came intermittently.

"Greetings to you...... His Highness has come down and is willing to follow His Highness's will...... The will of the great abyss......"

Following the direction of several leaders, Wow Paw saw a very special figure. He didn't look very tall, but he was wrapped in a thick black mist, like a human figure coming out of a bottomless abyss, so that the cowardly demon couldn't see his figure and face clearly, and this unusual figure just stood in the position of the original pool of blood, and he announced the content that stunned the demons with a not-so-tall body and a noncommittal and natural tone.

"I'm Arthur Dyrell Gosareth!"

Gesareth, the demon language, means son of the abyss!

PS:In view of the fact that many mobile readers have not seen the special statement in the introduction at all,So I reiterate it here again - this article is pseudo-Western fantasy!pseudo system flow,Low magic setting! If you come in with the purpose of finding a cool article like slaying dragons and seizing treasures、Killing gods against the sky,I'm afraid you're going to be completely disappointed.,This is a non-mainstream rigorous article dressed in a fantasy skin.。 If you are interested, you may wish to take it as an inexplicable combination of fantasy and science fiction...... I can only guarantee that the setting is absolutely different from the mainstream fantasy text, as for whether you can accept it or not, then I don't dare to pack a ticket.

In addition,Because it's a pseudo-Western fantasy (because it's very important,So say it twice!),Please don't get too entangled in the difference between it and the traditional Western fantasy setting!Even the most influential DND system can't fully represent the Western fantasy.,What's the "demon is too weak" or the like"That's because this "demon" is not the other "demon",Title、Image and other settings are similar doesn't mean it's exactly the same thing.,Patient readers will naturally know it after reading it.,If you can't accept such a non-mainstream setting, please spray lightly.。 As a novice, I admit that I am too ambitious, but I can't do it freely, and 500,000 words are still preparing for "further study", no matter how you look at it, it makes people feel that they are bent on dying. But since Rory has been so much, there is no way to simply push it down and start over.

Although I think that my narrative method is based on "things" as the main line, rather than the mainstream text, which completely revolves around "people", or to put it bluntly, around the protagonist upgrading and practicing, playing treasure and stepping on people. However, as far as the current state of the book is concerned, the first and second volumes are closer to the farming text, and this situation should change greatly from the third volume onwards. However, I like to drill many details, as a newcomer has his own work, and if I want to maintain a certain quality update, it is full of weakness, so please be patient with all of you......