Chapter 214: Whale Power! All Items Stat +7 (1/2)

A pair of bat-like wings extended out of the devil’s back. They gently flapped once, and all the dust in the air was blown away.

The creature resembled an exceedingly muscular hairless gorilla in appearance and stood around five meters, with a pair of horns that was around a meter each and resembled a buffalo.

Its tail that protruded out of the small of its back looked like a crocodile’s, albeit with a bony arrow-shaped tip that was a signature appearance for all devils.

Either way, there was no doubt that the creature was a devil from every trait—and an individual of a superior race at that.

And before it could do anything else, it took a deep breath before speaking with its gruff voice.

“Fresh air, how I’ve missed you! Such delight… I even believed that I hadn’t woken from my dream!”

Many assumed that devils preferred the sulfuric scented air down in hell because they lived there, but that was not true—though they could survive over long periods in environments with zero oxygen, those creatures preferred fresh, oxygen-rich air as well.

Although sulfuric air would make them feel nostalgia and remind them of the scents of home, they didn’t really like it all that much.

In fact, the mortal realm with its fertile resources and suitable climates are the most ideal colony for most devils.

Hence, the devil took another deep breath—but not merely to breath, but to identify the scents in the air.

“Ho? An elf with impure bloodline… and that human just now. Were they really the ones who freed me?”

It licked the palm it had crushed Marni with, suddenly noticing in surprise that the taste of blood it expected wasn’t there.

The devil stared at its palm by instinct only to realized that the mincemeat and blood were gone entirely as if the human’s corpse had vanished, leaving only its spit from its own licking.

Nonetheless, the devil did not care too much about it—instead of minding its curiosity about the human, the fleeing elf was the real main course!

“Hmmm?”

But just two steps out, the devil noticed vines shooting out of the ground, intent on coiling around itself.

“I see the elves did not improve their skill even after so many years.” The devil snorted at the puny spell, spread its wings, ignoring the vines as it flew straight for the elf.

Even if wood elves are buffed in speed in the forests, they were no match to the speed at which the devil flew—it landed with a rumble right in front of Selene in an instant!

The devil lowered its back, looking down upon the elven girl which was knocked down on the ground by the shockwave and its landing.

“Yo, little kitty…” It grinned. “Where are you going?”

Nonetheless, Selene did not say a word with the great foe right in front of herself, and promptly raised her hand, firing several emerald rays at the devil’s head and dyeing it in green.

It was a spell of considerable power, and equal in devastation with a Blast Fireball that human mages could release after a charge delay of thirty seconds.

And yet, devils were a supernatural species that bathed in magma as if it was hot springs—not only were they immune towards magic, their physical defense made such level of attacks negligible. It didn’t even have to care about the greenness over its head, and it simply smiled, watching as Selene struggled against her inevitable death.

“Tsk tsk tsk. Unlike the foolish humans, your kind should know very well what power devils would have… one lone half-bred elf is never going to win.” The devil’s eyes widened in mockery and curiosity at the elven girl. “What drove you to attack me without hesitation anyway? Were you merely trying your luck? Or could it have been your survival instincts at work?”