I will be a demon in this life!-Chapter 224

"Is it fate that you face the hero? Do you feel that the hero is increasing his power?" Several questions arose in Mart’s mind, but before finding answers, he focused on the moment.

Mart took a Fertzal paper scroll from a thousand-year-old Fertzal tree.

Each scroll of this type cost almost 500 gold coins because it was capable of containing a high-level spell.

The scroll contained a contract encoded in the form of a demonic diagram.

Moraf read for a few minutes, then cut the palm of his right hand using demonic energy in his left hand. His blood fell on the scroll, and the oath became irrevocable.

At that moment, a drop of Demon God’s blood appeared on Mart Sevec’s left palm.

Moraf only saw a red sphere emitting an oppressive demonic energy that made him want to bow down.

[Transferring ownership of a drop of Demon God’s blood from Mart Sevec to Moraf Arcariz]

"Absorb this powerful blood essence. It will be painful, but in the future, your training and all your efforts will be rewarded."

"I will not disappoint you, Marquis Sevec," Moraf said solemnly, then took the drop of blood that was inside a spherical demonic barrier.

Moraf understood that only the interior of the spherical demonic barrier was resistant, while the exterior was fragile, allowing him to break through the demonic barrier and proceed with absorbing the Demon God’s drop of blood.

After leaving Mart Sevec’s Study Hall, Moraf met with the beautiful Mereida, then entered seclusion.

...

Bang!

A tree was split in two by a kick from one of the two "general toads."

Cut!

Blood!

The poisonous tongue of one of the general toads fell to the ground after being cut by Arian’s sword.

That day, the surroundings were darker than usual due to the cloudy night sky.

Mina would have used light spells, but Selia intervened and said:

"We should only interfere if there is a risk of death. He is the hero, not just any man."

The last words of the saint Selia were spoken with ulterior motives. But Mina did not pay attention to such provocations and turned her attention to Arian.

Arian jumped between the trees, gained momentum, covered his sword with aura, and continued attacking. As the minutes passed, he became more and more accustomed to facing the two "general toads" in dangerous combat.

Cut!

Blood!

Bang!

Cut!

Blood!

The head of a "general toad" rolled until it crashed into the roots of a tree.

Arian had his left arm broken after blocking with his aura a kick from the other "general toad" who had lost the leg with which he managed to hit Arian.

Arian ran toward the "general toad."

The "general toad" did not give up; it jumped, propelling itself with its remaining limbs.

Cut!

Blood!

The "general toad’s" head was severed.

Arian inhaled sharply; he was physically and mentally exhausted. The fight had required strength, precision, and concentration.

Arian sat down on one of the roots.

He nodded to Selia before she reminded him that he had to extract the cores and absorb their essence and energy.

"What lies beyond the mountain range? Why are there such strong magical beasts in an area that isn’t so deep?" Arian gazed toward the horizon.

The horizon crossed by the humans who later purified the lands of the corrosive and malicious energy spread by the demons. Or so said human history in the books written in the Venrac Empire.

Some time later.

On a plain, inside a wide demonic barrier that prevented anyone from seeing what was happening inside.

Bang!

Explosion!

Blood!

A demon rolled on the ground, his black and red uniform somewhat damaged.

The young man with blue-black hair and blue horns that looked like crystal looked up, his gaze steady despite his injuries, his handsome face partially covered in blood. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Moraf, who had absorbed the drop of Demon God’s blood, remained in seclusion for a week to stabilize his condition.

The drop of Demon God’s blood allowed Moraf to reach the fifth rank (starting point).

"His potential is evident. It must be his lineage," Mart thought as he created dozens of explosive fireballs.

Moraf gripped his blue sword tightly and covered it with a demonic aura that was taking shape.

Bang!

The ground beneath Moraf’s feet cracked after he jumped toward Mart.

Mart nodded and extended his left hand toward Moraf, dozens and dozens of explosive fireballs heading toward Moraf.

Moraf gritted his teeth, concentrated his demonic aura and demonic energy on his sword, and cut through dozens of fireballs at high speed.

Bang! Bang! Bang!...

But in the end, several more fireballs exploded upon hitting Moraf’s body.

Weeks had passed since he came out of seclusion, and one day a week, Mart Sevec personally trained with Moraf. Moraf had no intention of wasting this opportunity.

Bang!

With half his face burned, the flesh of his right arm burned, and his uniform smoking, Moraf crossed the flames of the explosions and made a downward cut that cracked a demonic barrier protecting Mart, but in the end, he failed to break the demonic barrier, and with a gesture of Mart’s hands.

Dozens of earth spears shot out quickly and tried to pierce Moraf’s body, but only three spears succeeded. The rest of the spears broke upon impact with the demonic energy and aura that protected Moraf’s vital points.

Moraf was badly injured, breathing heavily, his mind clouding over.

"His demonic aura is consolidating," Mart concluded as he placed his left hand on Moraf’s forehead, healing him with demonic energy.

"I’ve lost," Moraf said as he was healed.

Mart had pushed him to his limits several times, and Moraf had become accustomed to such injuries.

"It’s not obvious. I’m using the power of a sixth-rank demon sorcerer at the ’starting point’. You just reached the fifth rank less than three months ago. This training is so that no one in your rank will be able to defeat you. Of course, if you manage to consolidate your demonic aura, you will have the chance to exceed your limits," said Mart as he made the demonic barrier disappear.

"You are progressing quickly. I think you will soon be able to use your demonic aura to perfection. For now, rest," Mart walked away and went to tour the marquisate’s territories under the chiaroscuro skies of the afternoon.