The giant demon with twelve symmetrical arthropods and a human face finally walked away, and under the high starry sky, her back gradually distorted and merged into the distant chaos, and where she once occupied, only the black bones and flesh that were gradually disintegrating and rising everywhere, and dozens of scarred "indigenous creatures" who were struggling to regain their strength.

Several ghostly hounds struggled to their feet from the pile of bones, their bones mutilated, the dead birds hovered over the lifeless wreckage, searching for useful substances to restore their strength, and the huge skull, covered with spikes, slowly landed on the ground not far away, its dark red hollow eyes staring at the demons on the plains.

After the departure of the superior demons, a fragile and dangerous balance was formed between these remaining ghostly demons, but this brief balance was soon to be broken.

When the shared fear subsides, the instincts of strife and destruction take hold again - killing and devouring each other is the eternal logic of the deep sea, especially when there is "food" all around and each demon needs to recover as quickly as possible.

The ghostly hounds rummaging through the piles of bones first let out a hostile growl at the dead birds hovering in the sky, followed by the soot jellyfish emerging from the shadows, their sinister tentacles quietly extending to the nearby dreaddemons, and the pitch-black skulls gradually floated from the ground, their jaws slowly opened, and dangerous energy floating within them......

Even if they were still being pressed to the ground by a powerful and strange "alien demon" a moment ago, they couldn't stop these ghostly demons from falling back into killing each other at this moment.

But just as the scuffle was about to break out, an additional voice suddenly came from not far away, instantly interrupting the actions of these demons.

The pitch-black skull was the first to sense the outsider's breath, and it suddenly raised its position and turned its head to look in the direction where the voice came from.

A large shadow was hobbling across the plain, as if it had suddenly "emerged" out of the air, and the squirming shadow outlined an ever-changing silhouette.

This scene is like those "newborn demons" that have just been born from the limbs of the Dark Holy Lord—they often take on this chaotic and formless appearance, and it is not until after a period of devouring and merging that this chaotic and invisible "demon matrix" will collapse and condense into a specific demon "species".

However, the uninvited guest that appeared in the wasteland was clearly not a "newborn demon" - as a mass of "demonic matrix" with an uncertain shape, the aura it emitted was too dangerous...... And weird.

The sense of crisis made all the dark demons on the scene instantly let go of the urge to fight each other, and instinctively put their guard on the constantly expanding and wriggling shadow.

An entity slowly appeared in the shadows, a ...... A ghostly hound that floats from countless broken bone fragments and is almost twice the size of its kind.

Ah Gou felt that he had a long, long dream.

It can't remember the events of the dream anymore, but it remembers that it went to a far, far away place, where it met some people, some friends, it lived among a group of weak and orderly creatures, and it took a long time to learn a set of "rules of existence".

And an equally weak ...... Creatures, always by their side.

…… yes, where did that little creature go?

It slowly raised its head, its muddy vision seemed to be covered with a thick curtain, and everything in its eyes took on a distorted and layered appearance, this place ...... It looks familiar, but it doesn't seem to have been back in a long time.

It felt like it didn't like the place – it preferred to live with that "little creature" in a sunny place.

In the haze and curtain, there were many shadowy things gathered around, and distant and vague roars and murmurs came from all directions, which seemed to be threatening, as if malicious.

The dog struggled to keep its eyes open to see what the shadows that were whispering at him looked like, but he couldn't see it clearly—but gradually, it sensed something else.

That feeling comes from oneself – hunger.

It was hungry, very, very hungry, as if it hadn't eaten for a century, and then suddenly it came to a ...... Place with plenty of food.

Driven by hunger, its chaotic mind finally began to recall some impressions related to that long "dream".

It remembered the little creature that it had spent the long winter nights with the little one, and when it was cold, they had hidden together in the house wrapped in a quilt......

Together, they share hot soup from their kind neighbors – it only takes one bite at a time......

Together, they learn how to survive in that vast city-state, learn to understand the good and bad in people's hearts, and learn to distinguish between useful and dangerous things in the trash can......

Begging, cheating, factories, chimneys, stealing, beatings, almsgiving soup, working hard, eating well, crying together, laughing together, ...... together

Alive.

In the hazy cascading curtain, the menaceous and hostile roars rose and fell, becoming more and more impatient, and then a swift shadow suddenly rushed from a certain direction and launched a fierce attack on him.

The dog felt something bite on him—it hurt a little.

In the shadows of the squirming and contraction, the dog's skeletal skull slowly lowered its gaze, and in the depths of its hollow eye sockets, a faint green light was flickering and faintly, staring with a little curiosity at the ...... that was biting on its body Stuff.

A ghostly hound - looks like one of its own kind.

The dog's body quickly formed in the shadows and black mist, and the strangely shaped bone fragments extended from its joints, helping it to regain its original appearance as a ghostly hound, and it stared at the "same kind" that was biting its body, and after a few seconds it said a little rustily: "You guys, have you seen a human?" She is my friend. ”

The ghostly hound, which was biting at the dog's body, suddenly stopped hesitating, but it didn't understand the dog's question—it didn't have such intelligence.

It only sensed great danger - deep in the sockets of Ah Dog's eyes that shimmered with a faint green fire, there was a very familiar dangerous and terrifying aura.

The ghostly hound finally reacted, but it was too late, it had just time to let go, and in the next second, the bone fragments of Ah Dog's body instantly disintegrated and deformed - countless black bones scattered and exploded, and enveloped the attacker's figure like a whirlwind, and in the blink of an eye, it reassembled into the appearance of Ah Dog outside the latter's body!

Mouth, inefficient in eating, overall devouring, more efficient.

The reckless assailant vanished, leaving only the tall figure of the dog, the pitch-black bone fragments of its torso contracting and wriggling violently, and the creaking and grinding sounds of the "food" being heard in its body, accompanied by the violent struggle of "food" and the low, muffled roar - but after only a few seconds, the struggle and low roar gradually subsided, leaving only the sound of bone fragments grinding against each other.

Hunger pangs are alleviating.

Ah Gou raised his head, feeling the gradual recovery of his strength.

"Demonic ...... Delicious......"

The feast began.

In the roars and whispers of countless demons, Ah Dog's figure suddenly turned into countless scattered and crumbling black bone fragments, like a fragmented hurricane, sweeping over the entire wasteland - the bones cut through everything in range, whether it was the living demons, or the smoke and dust rising from the demon wreckage on the ground, the mud flowing on the ground, and even the stones on the surface and the "thorn bushes" that looked like fossils, all of which were torn apart by this hurricane and turned into "food".

The ghostly demons who were unwilling to be devoured launched a futile counterattack, their fierce resistance filling the dog's belly, while some of the demons who knew how to take advantage of the harm and avoid the harm rushed frantically to the end of the wasteland, dodging the storm of eating—after paying the price of some scars and even some of their limbs, only a dozen demons fled to a relatively safe place scarred.

The hurricane lasted for an unknown amount of time before it finally subsided over the wasteland, and a huge figure with dark green flames and black smoke rising from the hurricane condensed into shape.

The hunger subsided, and the dog looked up and looked somewhere deep into the wasteland—it vaguely felt a familiar breath in the distance.

It seems to be the "little creature" that has lived with him for a long time.

After a few seconds of sluggish and confused thinking, Dog slowly turned his gaze and found a relatively large demonic wreck from the messy wasteland - it lowered its head and picked it up, muttering indistinctly in its throat:

"Shirley...... I found something to eat......"

It strode into the depths of the wasteland.

In the midst of the mess and wreckage, the last remaining demons trembled and looked into the distance with some blankness.

They survived two feasts - by luck they didn't turn into food, at least not eaten clean.

And the faint green flame that appeared in the feast is still deeply imprinted in the confused minds of these demons.

It was fear, a fear that was unconditionally imprinted into the underlying logic of almost all dark demons, and that could even override their chaotic instincts.

The spiked, pitch-black giant skull demon staggered in the air, its body almost "gnawed" by the hurricane just now, but it still survived tenaciously - this monster that seemed to be a little more "intelligent" than ordinary demons shook in the air a few times, let out a muffled groan, and then slowly flew off into the distance.

But it suddenly stopped again.

The skull demon seemed to sense something, and suddenly turned its head to look at the "dark dome" covered with a starry sky above.

A meteor-like green flame is falling from the sky, plummeting straight into the wasteland!

Perhaps the successive stimuli were too strong, and at the moment when the "meteor" appeared, a hazy and chaotic "idea" actually popped up in the skull demon's unintelligent "mind"-

Ah, the third beating came......

(End of chapter)