Chapter 395 – Earth Mystery Codex (1/2)
The Demon race had built over a dozen cross-realm teleportation routes in the Human world, none of which were in the territory of Xuanhuang Ancient Country, but this didn’t mean they had no intention to attack Xuanhuang. The army in question had snuck in from other areas, bearing the task of setting up a frontline base in Xuanhuang.
Not far from this Demon army, Fatty pocketed the Violent Ox King and carefully Earthwalked over.
Advanced Elemental Movement Arts: an additional skill of the Elemental Skill Book, the upgraded version of Intermediate Elemental Movement Arts. Can be used unlimited times per day, consuming 100 elemental points to cross a distance of 5,000 meters max. It also allows the user to stay in any elemental substance for a short time of 30 seconds max, consuming 100 elements of energy per second.
Elemental points were equal to mana points. With the support of the Elemental Mystery Realm, 100 element points were negligible and 30 seconds were enough for Fatty to blend in. In a discreet corner, he took out the Multi-transform Protection Mask, and a quite aristocratic demon appeared in the camp.
Fatty leisurely walked around the camp. The hierarchy of the Demon race was very rigorous, low demons couldn’t provoke high demons since even blocking the path of high demons could get them executed. As Fatty wandered about, although the demons who saw him had some doubts about this unfamiliar demon, none dared to question his identity to his face.
After a tour around the Demon camp, Fatty calculated the number of Demon soldiers according to the size of the camp and counted a full 100,000 troops. In addition to that, there were also a large number of various Demonic monsters.
Having checked the number of Demon soldiers, Fatty swaggered towards the tent in the very center where all the top brass of the barracks gathered. Outside the tent was a straightly erected 100-meter-high flagpole, flying a black flag 10 meters long and 6 meters wide that fluttered in the wind, embroidered with a golden-haired lion roaring with its head high.
If Fatty had any knowledge about the ethnic variety of the Demon race, he would know that this golden lion flag represented the Demon royal family, so the chief officer of this camp was at least a prince. In other words, the people inside were most likely all nobles.
Two rows of guards stood in front of the tent. Raising his chin, Fatty walked towards the tent entrance. He was only ten meters away when a Demon guard stopped him.
“You blind? How dare you block my way!” angrily said Fatty with a resounding slap.
The Demon guard was shocked. Touching his face, he looked at Fatty carefully in disbelief. “You dare to hit me?”
The Demon guards around all looked over in surprise as if seeing something out of this world.
“That’s right. How dare you block my path?! You want your tribe to be doomed?” Although he felt something off about this situation, Fatty still threatened very domineeringly.
“Demons are getting more and more presumptuous these days. A low-ranked demon actually dares to speak about dooming the tribe of a higher demon.” The camp entrance opened. A demon wearing a purple-black robe and a golden crown came out from inside, followed by eight demons walking behind him.
“Your Highness.” Seeing this demon coming out, the lines of guards immediately knelt down to pay their respects.
“What tribe are you from?” The demon waved his hand, motioning the guards to rise before looking at Fatty. Over two meters tall, the demon gave off a commandeering feeling when he spoke to Fatty.
Fatty felt clearly now that something was wrong. The appearance he currently assumed was of an aristocrat who he had seen bullying lower demons back in the Demon realm. Because of just a look, the model of this appearance had dug out the eyes of that low-ranked demon, so theoretically, his identity should be very high.
But at the moment, this so-called ‘His Highness’ was calling him a low-ranked demon, which meant this appearance that was of nobility in Fatty’s view couldn’t even compare to the status of the guards, not because of their job, but simply because he was inferior in identity.
That said, this highness’ status was definitely even more unusual.
Fatty glanced at the demon with an uneasy heart. “Who are you?”
“Audacious! How dare you not kneel upon seeing His Highness Bader?” Clank clank. The guards drew their weapons at the same time and pointed at Fatty.
His Highness Bader? Fatty pondered, only two could be addressed ‘highness’ in the Demon race, one was a real prince, and the other was a Divine expert. And for this demon to be able to employ high-ranked demons as his guards, his identity was evident.
They actually sent a prince, it seems like they’re scheming something big. However, just this only 100,000 troops can be flattened by the players alone, assuming there are no Divine experts, so what are they doing here?
Thinking to this point, Fatty laughed. Spitting at Prince Bader with contempt, Fatty turned and left.