Chapter 470: 276: I'll Throw Up If You Chase Me Again_2



Chapter 470: Chapter 276: I’ll Throw Up If You Chase Me Again_2

“It’s nothing, truly nothing, I was just thinking about other things, but I’ve figured it out now,” Negris comforted the Little Angel by gently rubbing its head.

I was just overthinking things. They are now all in this together, and by nature, they are unlike this demon. Even a carefree fellow like the Little Angel cares about this, it’s a genuine feeling.

Seeing that everything was indeed alright, the Little Angel shook its head and punched Negris right in the eye.

Then, with a bounce in its steps, the Little Angel ran up to Ange, patting its own head as if it’s expressing ‘look how cool I am’, until Ange gave a nod of approval.

With his hand over his face, Negris held back both laughter and tears. He had forgotten that only Ange could give Little Angel a head rub. However, the Little Angel’s punch brought Negris to his senses. He turned to the Lord of Terror and cracked his knuckles, “You’ve got nerve, trying to deceive me? I almost fell for it.”

After all, he’s an old dragon that’s been alive for thousands of years. How could he easily get swayed by emotions? Now Negris realized that he had fallen for this demon’s trickery.

The Lord of Terror grimaced and took a step back, “It wasn’t intentional, really! It’s a habit, us demons communicate like this, naturally generating psychological waves.”

“Nonsense, do you take me for a fool?” Negris attacked, but the Lord of Terror quickly turned into a patch of smoke and knocked Negris back. Negris couldn’t even take on a patch of smoke, which was quite embarrassing. As others stepped in to help, the smoke vanished.

Trying to flee? Ange took a step forward and the ground erupted with fiery footprints. Invisible waves of energy spread outward.

With each step leaving a fiery footprint, Ange gave chase. It seemed like he’s running after something unseen. It took a sudden turn, and so did Ange – speeding up abruptly.



After several minutes of relentless pursuit, the blood-curdling cries of the Lord of Terror finally echoed ahead, “I’ve run so long, aren’t you tired?”

“We’ve got no grudges against each other. Please stop chasing me!”

“Are you mad?! Why is your spirit so resolute?!”

“Stop chasing me, or I’ll throw up!”

The Lord of Terror was chased unruly. He didn’t notice the burning footprints left by Ange, stumbling right into them.

At first, the others were confused, as they only saw Ange running wildly in the dark, leaving behind numerous footprints on the ground. Even Shamara couldn’t hold back her curiosity, quietly asking, “What is Lord doing? Is he simply running around?”

Luna replied in a whisper, “He’s casting a net. Those prints he made are from his soul power, enhancing his senses. This demon must be merging its own blood with the earth, able to teleport freely in this area. Once it escapes our perception range, it will be much harder to find it.”



At first, the Lord of Terror was delighted because the Undead King didn’t touch his monument. He planned to resurrect after the undead creatures departed.

However, the Undead King’s underlings brought five gods and a human, a Space God. The Lord of Terror recognized a Goddess of Redemption from the Church of Light amongst them.

At the king’s command, they constructed and opened the majestic door, allowing all the magma in the space to pour out.

The Undead King departed through the majestic door alongside the magma, leaving only the Purple Gold Skeleton to guard the area.

For a period afterward, the five gods and the Space God obediently maintained the open door.

The Purple Gold Skeleton didn’t harm them, but rather provided for their needs. To provide fresh food, he summoned a Witch King to create a Farm Barrier, then captured a group of Minotaurs to farm.

The process took twenty years until all the space’s magma was drained. At the last moment, the human Space God rebelled, closed the majestic door, and fled.

In a fit of rage, the Purple Gold Skeleton killed all the gods and pursued the human but never returned.

“That’s not right,” Negris said with doubt. “You say these minotaurs were captured by the Purple Gold Skeleton, so why does the stele read ‘Exile of the Divine Bovine Race’?”

The Lord of Terror confessed awkwardly, “I made that up hoping to deceive you. I didn’t expect you to discover the truth.”

Negris realized, “So you couldn’t resurrect because all of the magma space energy was drained. You could only create a projection to deceive.”



Embarrassed, the Lord of Terror admitted, “Yes. Many people hoped for unearned gains, so when they found out about me, I projected to them, teaching them how to benefit without working and took a small processing fee.”

“Tsk, tsk, if you’re taking processing fees, it can’t be called unearned gain, right?” Negris responded.

Despite his calm exterior, his heart was already in turmoil as he stared at the majestic door.

“So, the king went into this door and that’s why he disappeared? Where does this door lead? Why did they need so much magma? How does it open?”

Negris was thinking these thoughts excitedly, turning his head to call Ange when he realized that Ange was gone.

“Kvada, he must have run off to farm again.” As expected, Negris found Ange in the Farm Barrier.

The guy was farming in the Minotaur’s field while the Minotaurs happily watched, holding a heap of grain and vegetables.