"Oh, look who this is. If I'm not mistaken, Kalus Okarst, right?" white text appeared on the wall, and the font was in an intricate floral font used only by the ancient aristocracy. This made it difficult for the Demons to identify them. But the writing on the wall shocked him more than the trouble it posed.

"How do you know that surname, I should have never told anyone!" The surname was Clarus's most private secret, it represented the past he was most reluctant to admit, and it represented the heir to which he belonged to the devil. The killer's companions respect his privacy, and in fact even Sigget, who killed his demonic father, only knows the name of the demon he slays, and knows nothing about his surname.

There's a reason for that, the devils don't come from utter chaos like demons, they actually have a great deal of discipline, as evidenced by their longest use of contracts. Therefore, every devil is very good at writing work, and their pathological attachment to order gives them the ability to exploit the loopholes of words and language to gain power. And the name is the representative of it. To truly kill the devil, you have to know his name, and it can't just be vaguely pronounced, it must be accurate enough to pronounce and write it exactly.

As for the surname, it is not as important to the devil as the name, but there are enough reasons for them to keep their mouth shut. Because the surname represents the origin of the devil, it describes how the devil who bears the surname becomes a criminal who deceives the soul, and also describes the source and manifestation of their power. For example, the surname Okast of Kalus, which means charred corpse in the language of the devils, can also be understood as a person who emerges from fire. If a learned person learns this, he can deduce Calus' abilities and restraints by looking up sources to compare the recorded Okarst devils. The devils' weaknesses are fatal, and a person who has mastered both their first and last names can seriously injure them or kill them outright if they don't have any magic or combat skills.

"Haha, don't worry, my dear little friend. The previous words distorted into new words, indicating that the other could hear the questioning of the Demon Descendant. And this response was just the beginning, "I've known you for a long time, Calus." To be precise, you were born under my watchful eye, a child born of a combination of a mortal and a devil, and you are destined to be a quality toy. And you really live up to my expectations, can you tell me how you feel as the last devil of the Okarst family?"

"I, no, devil. Krus said word by word, and because of the change in mood, there was a faint fire in his eyes.

The text on the wall was silent for a moment, then shifted again, "Not yet." ”

The killer walked up to the wall and propped his hands on the wall, "Listen bastard, I don't care what you are, but you remember to me that I, never, will never become a devil!"

"Okay, okay, I trust your determination. Don't get so excited. I think it's better to focus on the present than on your future. The words that emitted white light spoke silently. But even with the cold language, the Demon still felt like he saw a smiling face full of banter.

"Now, you mean you're going to help me?" Karus was a little surprised, and until now, he had dismissed the wall and the words on it as some kind of illusion rather than something real. But even if it's an illusion, if it can provide some motivation and advice for those who are at the end of their lives, why not?

"It's not certain, after all, it's not in my plan to have this conversation with you. This is obviously a small trick by one of my trade partners to get revenge on me. He is trying to reveal my existence to you in some way, and it is so clever that it is not a breach of contract even in our dealings. It's just that He clearly underestimated what I was capable of. Common mistakes, huh. The sarcasm in the words was on the rise, along with disdain and conceit, "but it's been a long, long time since I've encountered anything unexpected, so I'm not averse to this conversation." I mean, you're lucky not to have to suffer the same thing as your dwarven friends. ”

After this conversation, Callus thinks that he has some idea of what kind of temper the creator of these words has. But the other party's mention of Andre's current situation made the demon descendant's heart rise a strong uneasiness. "What's wrong with Andre? What happened to him? You'd better not let him get hurt, or I'm going to make you pay. ”

"Oh, can you calm down, you see, it's useless for you to threaten me here, your friend, it's not me who puts him in danger. It's the one who tries to reveal my existence like you. Look at Him, Krus, who thinks you are more useful than your dwarven friends, and has brought you here, leaving poor André in the darkness to deal with His terrible monsters. Who gave Him the right to determine the weight of each person?" the words made up of white light became a little sloppy, as if their writer was angry.

"And you're no different from that evil god. Krus said coldly, "Isn't it because of my background that you see value?"

"No, it's not. I am different from them, and I am different from all those who claim to be the Chosen One. In my eyes, everything in this world has the same value, but most people don't understand how to unearth it. That's why I took the initiative to tell them with facts that there is no waste in this world, one is all, and all is one. I'm just going to tell them that even a grain of sand can make a mountain collapse when it's right. I'm so equal, so don't compare me to Him. ”

"Well, not the same as the Mother of the Crypt, maybe the lady, and since you are so sure that you are different from Him, why don't you prove it to me as I am? Tell me how to defeat Him, and let me tell Him by deeds the price of betraying you. Kalus said sincerely.

"I can't believe you don't want to admit you're the devil. Believe me, if you are willing to abandon the other half of your insignificant bloodline, you can be your true self, your true nature, which is not something that can be suppressed by qi. But you have a point, as a businessman, I don't want to lose the goods I invest. So, go ahead and get your friends out. ”

When the Demon Descend finished reading the text, all the white light on the walls converged, and they followed the hands that Krus had placed on the stone wall, followed his veins and muscles, and entered the Demon Descendant's body, reaching his eyes.