Chapter Fifty-Two: Lucifer

The crow-like demon stared at Wang Xiao, whose face was now twisted in agony, and felt a jolt of fear. Could Lucifer truly be the real name of the Demon King of Pride? This time, let’s see if you can survive! The crow demon crept closer to Wang Xiao, snickering, “Looks like you’ll die before I do! If I’m going to die, I might as well die full!” The demon was confident—Wang Xiao was doomed. After all, this was the Demon King’s curse; without the power of a Demon King, what use was his bloodline?

Seeing Wang Xiao motionless, the crow demon prepared to feast. Yes, while he’s still warm. “Hey, I just lay down to rest for a bit, and you’re already trying to ambush me?!” Wang Xiao’s voice rang out, sending a chill down the demon’s spine.

“How are you still alive? Don’t tell me Lucifer isn’t...?” stammered the demon.

Wang Xiao sneered, “Why don’t you guess?”

“Ugh… ugh!” The crow demon felt his soul ignite, burning and dissolving until only half remained.

“Aaaah!” The enclosed chamber filled with the demon’s anguished howls, sending a shiver through Wang Xiao. “Damn, is it really that painful?!”

The demon crawled and tumbled to Wang Xiao’s feet, pleading, “Please… kill… kill me…!”

Wang Xiao hastily stepped back. “What’s wrong with you?”

By now, the demon was too weak to speak, left to wail helplessly in place.

“Tsk, how pitiful. Forget it, I’ll do a good deed and send you off.”

Wang Xiao drew a long blade from his spatial pack, approached the demon, and said, “Don’t resist, or I might not finish you in one blow.”

The demon nodded feebly, awaiting the end. Wang Xiao did not hesitate. He raised the blade high and brought it down with force.

Thud.

The demon’s head rolled to the floor. Instantly, its body ignited, and before long, Wang Xiao stood alone in the room.

“Not even ashes left behind,” he muttered, noticing a new tattoo on his leg—a small crow.

Wang Xiao soon discovered the tattoo’s power: Shadow Strike. He could instantly appear within any shadow in his sight and inflict harm upon its owner.

“A perfect skill for an ambush!”

His delight faded into frustration. Here, he had no sense of space or time.

“Sigh, who knows how long until I can get out of here.”

Bored, Wang Xiao began to study the carvings overhead. He stared for a long while, but they made no sense. Each one merely depicted a Demon King—there seemed to be no difference among them.

He sat and pondered all that had happened.

“That crow demon kept talking about divine blood. Could it be that thing I got before? But it seems useless… And he said there are only ten demons per region. Damn, weren’t there already more than a thousand in Infinite City? Liar!”

He frowned. “Or maybe it’s only demons of his level that number ten per region?”

“Terrifying, if true. I wonder how other cities are holding up.”

He lay down and gazed at the carvings above. “Tsk, these Demon Kings are truly vain.”

As he mused, he drifted off into sleep.

He dreamed of an angel with six pairs of radiant wings gazing coldly at a human before him. In those emotionless eyes, a ripple of feeling appeared.

“Are we to summon all the angels of the nine heavens here just to worship him?” Lucifer pointed at Adam.

God’s expression darkened as he swept his gaze across the angels. Every one of them, except Lucifer, bowed to Adam.

Lucifer’s noble features twisted in scorn. “Why force me to bow to him? I came before him—he should bow to me!”

Lucifer’s defiance enraged God, who flared with wrath. Lucifer turned and walked away.

The scene shifted. Lucifer led a third of the angels into battle against Michael, Gabriel, and many others. Even together, Michael and Gabriel could not prevail, and the battle dragged on in stalemate.

At last, Michael drew a divine weapon and shattered Lucifer’s blade. Gravely wounded, Lucifer and his followers fell into another world—fallen angels, now demons.

All except Lucifer had their wings turn completely black.

Lucifer naturally became king in this world—the strongest of all Demon Kings.

Lucifer hated mankind, but he hated God even more. He did not believe he was lesser than the gods. If not for Michael and the others, he might have become a new god himself.

The dream ended there, leaving Wang Xiao with a sense of awe and wonder.

Lucifer, the strongest seraph in history, former archangel, highly esteemed in heaven, with countless devotees and supporters.

But in Wang Xiao’s eyes, neither angels nor demons were truly good.

His thoughts turned to the healing angels of Infinite City—how could they compare to those in heaven? They were mere imitations of imitations.

Just then, Wang Xiao noticed the mouth of the final demon statue slowly opening.

“Soon I can finally leave,” he thought in excitement.

In this cursed place, with no food, no water, and no one to talk to, a thousand years would turn anyone mad.

Wang Xiao waited quietly for the chamber to open.

After a long while, blue liquid began to flow from the statue’s mouth, streaked with golden threads.

“Whoa! Are these golden threads divine blood?!”

He could feel clearly that these were the same as the drop of divine blood within him.

The blue liquid rose, engulfing Wang Xiao, who could only tilt his head back to avoid being submerged.