Chapter 418 - The Destructive Power of a Brat (1/2)

“Where am I now?!”

Two hours later, Sareth looked at the surrounding scenery and fell into deep thought while feeling bewildered.

He had not entered the Qliphoth with Dante and the others, so even though he knew that the interior of this tree was enormous, he did not have much of a concept. But after truly entering, Sareth immediately realized that he had made a mistake: he should not have separated from Nero and the others!

Although they had split up to search for Dante, Lady, and Trish, they had forgotten one thing -Sareth did not know how to use a phone, so even if he found them, he could not inform the others.

Moreover, such a gigantic place covered an area of ten kilometers, and this did not even include the height of the Qliphoth. It was easier said than done to find traces of three people in such an enormous area.

Therefore, Sareth could only brace himself and rely on luck to search, searching with the attitude of letting things take their course. In the beginning, he could still persevere and was quite enthusiastic. But after aimlessly searching around like this for a while, he felt bored.

The interest of children usually did not last long… Of course, Sareth remembered what Nero had said and tried his best to go higher. The interior of the Qliphoth was like a stairway to heaven. The higher he went, the closer he was to where Urizen was. Back then, Dante and the others had lost contact after fighting with Urizen. It was not impossible for them to escape after the defeat, but the closer he was to where Urizen was, the easier it would be to find them.

But now, after discovering that he was completely lost, Sareth had no choice but to consider whether this method was useful to him or not. He did not even know how high he had reached in the Qliphoth…

“Ah, so annoying!” Sareth sat on the ground dejectedly and scratched his head in annoyance.

Along the way, he had fought dozens of battles of various sizes and killed nearly two hundred low-rank demons and monsters. He had even encountered more than ten middle-rank demons. These enemies did not pose much of a threat to Sareth, but they annoyed him greatly.

How many demons are there in this tree? Sareth had no choice but to start thinking about this question. I’m afraid there are at least tens of thousands or even more. With so many demons, if we have to fight every time we encounter one, let alone three days, we might not even be able to finish searching in thirty days…

Sareth looked up at the misty dark sky. He wanted to fly up earlier, but he kept encountering demons that could fly and was naturally blocked.

I wonder how Nero and the others are doing… Sareth scratched his head. He had scratched his wild red hair into a chicken’s nest during this time. Since I’ve encountered this situation, perhaps Nero and V are the same. Too many demons are in the way.

Indeed, low-level demons were not difficult enemies for the people searching, but the problem was that there were too many of them. Sareth had this problem, and so did Nero and V. But unlike Sareth, Nero had rich combat experience fighting demons, so his intuition was naturally stronger. When he chose the paths to move forward, he could always find the right one, and he could always find the territories of some high-level demons.

In the territories of high-level demons, there were usually not many low-level ones gathered, so there were actually not many battles between Nero and low-level demons.

In fact, it was useless to wander around aimlessly like Sareth except to get into more unnecessary battles. So at this moment, Nero’s position and height were already far ahead of Sareth.

It was the same for V. Although his combat strength was not high, he had three familiars by his side to assist him in battle. Moreover, V knew his own situation, so he chose to avoid fighting. When he saw low-level demons, he would avoid them as much as he could, unlike Sareth, who charged forward to kill them when he saw them.

There were still many things Sareth had to learn…

However, neither Nero nor V would have thought that the destructive power of a brat would sometimes be so great…

Sareth, who was anxious, could no longer hold back after being attacked by three waves of low-level demons one after another.

“Damn it!” What’s going on with the demons here?! Sareth wiped the sweat off his forehead while panting. He looked at the ant-like insect-type demon lying at his feet and thought angrily, I clearly have the aura of a demon, and it’s the aura of a middle-rank demon. So why do these low-rank trash still dare to keep coming to me? Is it because of that guy named Urizen’s order? Low-level demons generally did not dare to provoke demons stronger than them unless they received orders from stronger demons. Sareth thought of this, but even though he thought of it, it did not mean that he could accept it.

The annoyed Sareth felt that he could not continue like this, so he, who had lost his temper and could no longer think straight, set his eyes on Executioner in his hand.

Should I… try?