Chapter 1548 (1/2)

As a demon, what do you need most in your life? Stronger power? Sharper perception? More agile movements and hunting skills?

These may be useful, but also can let you temporarily survive in the abyss and harsh environment. Trust me, you need them, even none. However, my sad peers, including me, will make a mistake, that is, mistakenly taking the temporarily useful means and abilities as the creed that can be used for a lifetime.

I'm not defending, but it really doesn't blame us. It will happen to anyone who lives in the abyss. If you have never seen light, darkness becomes ordinary, isn't it?

When I first came to this cold world, I never knew what fire was. Well, I'm not saying I haven't seen or felt fire. That's too unusual for demons, isn't it?

After all, when you breathe sulfur, the burning and burning is just a matter of course. I mean, until my world cools down because of that call, I have been living in fire. In fire, there will be no fire.

Everything is like this. If you can't find an object that can be compared with it, you won't realize what you're actually doing. For example, human suffering is mostly produced after communicating with elves and dwarves.

After communicating with those more gifted races, human beings will feel confused and angry. Why can they only survive such a short time and have to spend that short and poor life on endless maintenance?

So they are unwilling, they are angry, they are sad, they... Have no choice but to finally be relieved, comfort themselves that short life has the benefits of short life, long-lived seeds are numb and lack passion, barabarabara, they know a fart!

Oh, did I just say something? That's really sorry. If I offended you, please allow me to apologize. But the so-called ”you” is just the object I talk to myself in my mind.

Hehe, they don't understand anything. They don't understand elves and dwarves, just as they don't understand demons. Those humans, especially mages, think they know our species and me, and try to turn that understanding into a reliable chain.

Now look who's more stupid? Am I the devil from the filthy land of eternal combustion, or those pink meat bags ecstatic at the paper made of biological epidermis and plant debris?

Hoo, I'm a little excited. You see, the devil is like this. The place where we were born left a fire in our hearts, an eternal burning abyss fire. It provides us with strength all the time, but it also devours our thinking ability.

Before I came to this cold world, I couldn't even feel the existence of the fire, and now the boundary between me and it is more and more obvious. But the more obvious it is, the more I know it won't lose to me. I can't destroy it. Although I can defeat it countless times, as long as it really burns through my heart again, I will become the devil again. Damn it.

Interestingly, I found that there is also an abyss fire in human hearts. Why do they call it? I'm not sure. Anyway, those meat balls say they're controlled by the devil as soon as they make a mistake.

Oh, yes in a sense, because the demons themselves are controlled by the demons, and we born in the land of fire can never be as restrained as you born in the cold world.

This is really frustrating. Nothing is more frustrating and angry when you find that what you want has a threshold you will never reach. Interestingly, I wouldn't have these ideas. The longer I stay in this cold world, the more like them I am.

Still in the abyss, I would never jump into a cave where I can't see the outline. That often means death. But now I not only jump, but also feel happy and excited in the process. It's a kind of pervert. I didn't kill or light anything. I just turned into a reptile and followed the grey robed mage to investigate.