My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger Chapter 568

[ … words ]

Damon found her imitation of his words quite amusing. He really had a knack for corrupting princesses. He could not help but think of Sylvia. Wasn’t she also influenced by his devil-may-care attitude.

Never in a million years did he imagine the famed Abellona of Valtheron would say something like “nah I’d win.”

Damon smiled. She was growing on him.

’Ahh I’ve gotten soft.’ He was changing as a person.

He took a deep painful breath, the smell of blood heavy on his person.

“Now that we discussed our plans for the minions what about Ashcroft himself…”

He glanced at her with narrowed eyes.

“How can I be sure your mind would not get dominated.”

She shook her head, spreading her wings, showing off their golden yellowish gleam in the cave lights.

“I am resistant to mind domination due to my destruction attribute. If he had a few hours or days to break me then I would be taken over. But in the heat of battle there is no worry.”

Damon nodded his head slowly.

She glanced at him.

“What about you. How can I be sure you cannot be taken over.”

Damon sneered.

“Getting mentally taken over is pedestrian. Could never be me.”

She scoffed with visible disdain on her elegant face. If she could hit him she would.

“So what. Your ego is greater than what Ashcroft can dominate.”

She summoned her spear out of thin air and pointed the wide golden tip at his neck.

“Should I just kill you now and save myself the trouble.”

Damon smiled lightly, glancing at her.

“Hmm the way things stand if I fight you I would lose. Ahh how the tables have turned on little old me.”

She smiled at that realization. Before, he was arrogant with good reason, since she had been injured. But now she was better and he was the one injured. And even if both of them were uninjured, she was higher ranked. She would win.

Damon closed his eyes.

“I cannot be dominated.”

She frowned with disbelief plastered on her calm face.

“Who do you think you are. Mind Dominate works on everyone. It just takes longer with others, and those of greater power have stronger minds.”

Damon shrugged, feeling a sharp jolt of pain.

“I am immune to mental domination.”

Abellona was not sure if he was joking or not. She took a deep breath.

“Fine then. I will take your word for it.”

Damon almost felt aggrieved. Was she really doubtful. He truly was immune to mental domination. The crown on his head gave him that immunity. This was an ascendant armor, forged with knowledge from the Crystal Palace.

“Did not know my word was so little to go on. I feel hurt.”

She narrowed her eyes, giving him a once over.

“You do not look hurt.”

Damon glanced at his aching body where some stitches were still sewn into his skin, then looked back at her.

“Bad choice of words, princess.”

She shook her head and returned to the topic.

“We already know our targets. We just need to find them and kill them one at a time. The hardest would be the Balrog and Ser Gaston.”

Damon raised his hand and rubbed his chin. She had not mentioned something, or perhaps she considered them unimportant as individuals. But Damon knew how terrifying they could be and how much of a nuisance they were at the right moment.

“You did not forget the swarm of lesser demons did you.”

She closed her eyes, pushing her jet black hair to the side.

“Of course not. Lesser demons may be weak individually but they are a problem if they continue to grow. The only reason powerful ones are rare is because those things do not live very long, and those who do evolve into a new type of demon.”

Damon narrowed his eyes.

Wait. This was his first time hearing it. Lesser demons become other types of demons.

She glanced at him as if expecting his ignorance on the matter.

“Well that confirms your household did not tell you everything. How can they tell you about Ashcroft but neglect to mention this detail.”

Damon smiled, controlling his expression. Right. She was still under that impression.

“My grandfather is a troublesome old man. He is not someone to mention details unless it comes up.”

She sighed, looking down at the scribbles on the ground with a smile, taking in the information he had given her about himself.

“Well it is known by most high ranking military officers who fought in the demon wars. Demons have an evolutionary chain. Lesser demons can evolve into other demon types.”

Pushing her hair behind her ears, she glanced at Damon.

“There are two types of demons, as I am sure you know. The monstrous types and the demon kin who look and act completely human, save for the fact they have wings, horns, and tails.”

“The evolutionary path for monster types is to become more human.”

Damon nodded his head. That much he knew. It was the same for normal monsters too, just like the evil forest wendigo. It became human too.

He spoke of the little he knew of demon kin.

“Their inhuman appendages can be concealed, making them no different from us. Only male demon kin have horns, while a female demon kin cannot produce a horn, as a horn is a symbol of reproductive capability. Right.”

She nodded at his textbook example of demon kin.

“The monstrous types are based on many different species. Legends say they were originally monsters. While some say the first demon lord summoned them from the abyss to aid the demon kin.”

She took a deep breath.

“While the demon kin were said to be goddess races, humans, elves, fae, just like you and I. They were guided by the first demon lord and became demons. Their descendants who carried their bloodlines became known as demon kin.”

Damon did not say anything, but first demon lord—was she perhaps referring to Mugu or someone else. It would make more sense for it to be Mugu.

But that raised another answer. After Mugu left Lysithara for the second time, where did he go, and how did he become a demon.

There was still so much hidden about the first epoch.

Abellona continued to explain what she knew, even if some of it was military secrets.

After a few minutes she was done. With that out of the way, they finished their plans and decided to rest.

Tomorrow they would put their plan to the test. This might be the very last time they would have quiet.

Ashcroft was waiting.