Chapter 35: Demon Horn

Hoo…

The raging north wind swept across the wasteland, crashed head-on into the Teutonic Mountains that stretched for millions of miles, and finally poured into a rocky valley. Standing at a high place, the cold wind pouring into the valley scraped against the face like a knife, bringing a biting chill. In late autumn, the weather was getting colder, and the long, harsh winter was getting closer and closer to the wasteland.

Teutonic Valley!

This rocky valley was a vital passage for many merchant caravans traveling to and from Cold Moon City, and also the only way for Long-haired Evil Ghosts to return along their original route. Hu Feng waited in the valley for three whole days before finally seeing a murderous team appear on the horizon.

Leading the way were dozens of Three-headed Hellhounds, tearing the blocking beasts into pieces like a pack of crazy wild wolves. Following closely behind was a group of Flame Demons gliding at low altitude, holding a ball of scorching fire in their hands. Even from a great distance, one could sense the intense fire magic power fluctuations within their bodies. Finally, appearing before his eyes was a team of Long-haired Evil Ghosts riding Three-headed Hellhounds. They had long, narrow faces and two horns on their heads, looking like mutated rhinoceroses; their bodies were covered in dark golden scales, and they dragged thick tails behind them, covered with sharp barbs. They were uglier than one another, and their number was as high as five hundred. On the bodies of the Hellhounds beneath them hung the heads of Faith-guarding Knights and Nuns.

In the middle of the group, a woman with messy hair over her shoulders was being escorted. Her hands and feet were locked by Magic Shackles, rendering her unable to move or cast any magic. Her white robe was stained with blood, indicating she was seriously injured. Although more than half of her face was covered by messy hair, Hu Feng knew at a glance from a distance that this was exactly the Ophelia he was looking for.

The group of Long-haired Evil Ghosts was mighty, but their speed was not slow. They swept across the wasteland like a swarm of locusts, crushing all living things that blocked their way, not even sparing a small bird perching on a branch. A Flame Demon rushing at the very front raised his right hand, and a cuckoo on a branch that was too slow to dodge was instantly burned to ashes by a ball of flame. The group was overflowing with Killing Intent, and soon, like a whirlwind, they charged into the gloomy Teutonic Valley without slowing down at all.

Powerful strength, combined with the prestige of the Demon Lord behind them, made the many Long-haired Evil Ghosts act without any scruples.

The Sunset Wasteland, where the weak were prey to the strong, was the home on which many races relied for survival, but for powerful races like the powerful Demons and the Undead, it was just a vast hunting ground!

“Eight hundred and eleven, eight hundred and twelve…”

Looking at the approaching group of Evil Ghosts, Hu Feng had a calm expression. His cold Dark Magic Pen carved horizontal lines on a huge rock. He wore a wide Ghost King Cloak on his head and a black robe. The energy fluctuations of the Magic Crystal and Soul Crystal in his body did not leak out in the slightest. He appeared to have, at most, only the strength of a Low-rank Magician.

Cold wind, black robe, masked man…

After crossing a chaotic stone forest, their path was suddenly blocked by Hu Feng. The Three-headed Hellhounds leading the way suddenly stopped in fear, instinctively sensing a strong danger. No matter how the Flame Demons behind them scolded them, they refused to move forward, and the rapidly advancing troops stopped accordingly.

“Lord, ahead… we found a… a strange Bard!” Soon, a Beholder reported the situation to the Evil Ghost Commander. The Evil Eye on his head kept spinning, aware of every movement in the surroundings.

“Aha, a Bard?”

The burly Evil Ghost Commander laughed loudly. He clamped his legs hard, and the Hellhound beneath him charged forward as he went to see the situation personally. If it were the elite of the Angel Squad blocking the way, he would be a bit worried, but a mere Bard daring to block the way was simply courting death!

“Hahaha, humble human, tell me, are you writing a sad legend, or depicting an ancient magic?” Seeing Hu Feng slowly carving horizontal lines on the huge rock, the Evil Ghost Commander smiled broadly, and his personal guards beside him laughed along.

Before meeting him, he was a bit worried about suddenly encountering a Human Race Stronger. But after personally sensing the weak magic power fluctuations in Hu Feng’s body, he was completely relieved. To the civilians in the Settlement, a Demon Hunter with the strength of a Magician was already very powerful, but in front of a team of powerful Evil Ghosts, it was not worth mentioning!

Elder Akashic?

A cold wind swept past. The head hanging on the back of the Hellhound beneath the Demon Commander suddenly turned around. Looking at Elder Akashic’s eyes that could not rest in peace, Hu Feng was startled, and then flew into a rage.

During his days at the Monastery in Wuhai Town, he had no good feelings for this strict Elder, but he greatly admired her famous protectiveness. Under the tidal impact of the Wandering Hunters, this old woman protected the defenseless Nuns behind her regardless of everything, never leaving them. Just this point made her much better than many high-ranking people full of benevolence and morality. He did not expect that such an Elder would end up dying at the hands of a group of ferocious Evil Ghosts. She died with her eyes open, bleeding from her eyes; one could only imagine how much pain she had suffered before her death.

“I am counting how many of you there are, so I can erect a tombstone for you!”

The angrier Hu Feng was, the calmer he became.

His gaze swept across the heads on the backs of the many Hellhounds, and he discovered faces that were vaguely familiar: Elder Akashic, Nun Theresa, Sura… With every familiar name he recited, the Magic Power and Soul Power in his body rose steadily. A massive Death Aura surged out, transforming into Dark Mist that covered the sky and earth. In the blink of an eye, he turned from a seemingly crazy Bard into a terrifying Demon King. A pair of huge Dark Wings appeared behind him with a ‘swoosh’, and mysterious Runes floated upon them!

“Enemy attack, form formation!”

Looking at the imposing Hu Feng, the unprepared Evil Ghost Commander turned pale with fright. A huge horn suddenly appeared in his right hand, and he blew it hard.

Instantly, a large patch of dense demonic energy appeared in the sky above the valley. All the Flame Demons, Hellhounds, and Long-haired Evil Ghosts roared in unice, and their power skyrocketed. The Hellhounds, which had been shrinking back, now had red eyes, and their snouts cracked and doubled in size, revealing ferocious fangs. The flames in the Flame Demons’ hands grew large, as if they were holding burning torches. The Long-haired Evil Ghosts, who already possessed seventh-tier strength, were even more formidable. Infused with demonic energy, their bodies expanded significantly, their Killing Intent soared to the sky, and they rapidly surged from the seventh tier to the ninth tier. The spurs on their tails stood high, like poisoned arrows ready to be fired!

Demon Horn!

The experienced Demon Commander unleashed his most powerful treasure as soon as he made a move. He laughed ferociously and commanded the army to surround Hu Feng. “Kill, kill him, cut off his head for me!”

The Demon Horn was a treasure refined by the Demon Lord using a large amount of demonic energy and the souls of enemies. It could emit sharp soul attacks. More importantly, it could bestow Demon Power on the troops under his command, instantly increasing their combat power by a large margin. With this treasure personally bestowed by the Demon Lord, he had weathered unknown numbers of storms over the centuries and destroyed unknown numbers of Settlements and castles.

Hu Feng’s strength was powerful, far exceeding his expectations, but he did not believe that Hu Feng alone could escape from his palm!

“The first one!”

Facing the Hellhounds and Long-haired Evil Ghosts pouncing from all directions, Hu Feng showed no fear. His body suddenly disappeared. When he reappeared, he was already over a hundred steps away. The sharp Dark Magic Pen pierced into the glabella of the fastest-running Beholder who was trying to hide, devouring his Innate Divine Ability and memory. His Divine Sense instantly skyrocketed, and vast information surfaced in his mind. Before he could digest it, he disappeared again, appearing on the other side of the battlefield. He slew the Flame Demon Leader who was commanding the many Flame Demons to form an array, devoured the vast Magic Power within him, and broke the large magic that the many Flame Demons were preparing to cast together in one fell swoop.

Kill them all, leave none behind!

Hu Feng’s killing intent was immense. Unprecedented anger turned into boundless power. He did not even summon the Lich Legion. He wanted to personally kill these beasts one by one, devour their power, refine their souls, and leave not a single one alive!

If killing people would make one a demon, then he would become a Great Demon King, letting endless slaughter become the nightmare of his enemies!