Demon General Selection Tournament

Yin Xue's hand left the orc shaman's head.

He clapped his hands, as if they had gotten dirty, and turned to Lin Mo.

"According to this idiot's memories, the charlatan who was possessed and controlled by my fragments escaped the city and took the initiative to find their tribe. Because of the suppressive power of the Demon King's position, that guy easily became the 'new god' of the orc tribe."

She paused, her tone tinged with sarcasm.

"That siege was planned by it after it sensed the magic array I set up."

Yin Xue needs to devour soul fragments to become stronger.

The same bloodline is also extremely tempting to other soul fragments.

The energy emitted by the teleportation array that Yin Xue set up for Lin Mo was the reason for the siege.

Lin Mo nodded to himself, understanding the whole story.

At this moment, the shaman seemed to regain a sliver of his senses and, with his last ounce of strength, managed to plead, "My lord... you know everything... please spare my life."

Yin Xue frowned slightly upon hearing this, flew up to him, and said in a fierce tone, "Hey, who are you insulting? We're not saints."

At the same time, Lin Mo raised his sword and brought it down.

[Slay an Orc Shaman (Elite lv42), Soul Drain, all attributes +1000]

A warm current, much stronger than that of an ordinary orc, surged into his limbs and bones.

Lin Mo's mind stirred slightly, and the attribute panel appeared in his consciousness:

Name: Lin Mo

[Level: 39]

【Body: 32536】

[Agility: 32536]

【Spirit: 32536】

Free attribute points: 2350

[Skills: Mirror Image, Double Strike, Steel Sword, Soul Corrosion]

All attributes have broken through the 30,000 mark in one fell swoop!

A surge of power coursed through my limbs and bones.

Lin Mo clearly sensed that he was about to reach the bottleneck of level 40.

He needs a more intense slaughter and a high-level Beastmaster Essence.

"Are you in a hurry?"

Blood floated before him, and his blood-red eyes seemed to see right through his thoughts.

Her small lips curled up, revealing a kind of excited, almost mischievous, excitement.

"What a coincidence. Judging from the memories that my 'little fragment' left for this big oaf, it hasn't been idle since it escaped to the depths of the plains. It's holding a selection competition to pick a few strong monsters from the plains to become some kind of demon generals. How should I put it, it's quite ambitious."

Lin Mo flicked the sticky blood off the black sword, then swiftly sheathed it.

"Let's go join the fun."

Besides leveling up and acquiring a piece of essence as soon as possible, he now needs to do other things.

He urgently needs to find Father Harlin to unlock his divine revelation abilities.

Furthermore, Yin Xue's soul fragments must be retrieved quickly.

He had no reason to refuse.

"Go go go! Let's go!"

Yin Xue cheered and landed lightly on Lin Mo's shoulder, sitting down without any hesitation and even crossing her legs.

He looked quite content, like he was hitchhiking.

She also took out snacks from the small spatial ring on her hand.

Magic nuts, jerky...

Without any hesitation, they started eating, and crumbs fell onto Lin Mo's black robe.

Lin Mo glanced at her sideways, somewhat speechless.

This Demon King has completely turned him into a mobile mount.

"Don't just sit around doing nothing,"

Lin Mo withdrew his gaze, looking at the endless wasteland shrouded in twilight and blood, and said calmly.

"Dissipate your aura."

Yin Xue, who was happily eating, paused and blinked her big eyes.

"Hmm? You're thinking of... luring the snake out of its hole? Making that fragment of my soul send someone to welcome us?"

"So we don't have to go looking for it."

Lin Mo's words were concise and to the point.

Actively exposing yourself and letting trouble come to you is the fastest way to eliminate threats and gather intelligence.

Yin Xue thought about it and felt that this idea was very much in line with his arrogant style when he was the Demon King.

He shrugged indifferently: "Fine, consider it a little dessert after dinner."

She put away her playful expression and became a little more serious.

Although it was only in a soul state, the soul fluctuations belonging to the Demon King's rank spread towards the depths of the wasteland.

This aura might be difficult for low-level demons to detect.

However, for soul fragments born from the same origin, and for certain highly perceptive high-level demons, it is undoubtedly the most prominent beacon, and may even be a provocative declaration of war.

After doing all that, she returned to her leisurely demeanor, continuing to munch on her nuts, her little feet still gently dangling on Lin Mo's shoulder.

Lin Mo stopped talking, adjusted his pace, and plunged into the wasteland.

……

Deep in the plains, a town of dwarves sits.

Dwarves possess extremely high intelligence and belong neither to the human race nor to the demon king's army.

They spent their days either mining ore or drinking and fighting.

Meanwhile, the dwarven town was filled with an atmosphere of barbarity and chaos.

In the center of town.

The circular arena, originally used for private duels, became a temporary gathering place.

The stands and the sandy ground were crowded with all sorts of monsters, exuding a ferocious aura.

Trolls with skin as rough as rock.

A hunchbacked jackal with cunning eyes.

Lizardmen covered in scales.

And various strange races.

Most of them possess considerable intelligence, and regardless of their strength, these kinds of monsters have the potential to become part of the Demon King's army.

"I heard someone else has declared themselves Demon King? Are they going to select Demon Generals today?"

"Bah! Since the fall of the great Emperor Yin Xue, how many self-proclaimed demon kings have sprung up in the last hundred years?"

"Exactly! A slime in the eastern forest has declared itself king! The skeletons in the Great Tomb of ...

A one-eyed troll slammed his fist on the stone seat, the sound like rolling stones.

"This time is different!"

A gnoll leader with slicked-back hair and a bone chain around his neck retorted in a shrill voice.

Yet, a barely perceptible sense of awe lingered in its eyes.

"The oppressive aura emanating from that person... even from dozens of miles away, our clan's old patriarch was so frightened he prostrated himself, saying that the feeling was almost exactly like the real Demon King described in the ancient scrolls! Anyway, the entire orc race has already pledged allegiance, so we gnolls are first come, first served. The sooner we join, the more likely we'll become elders!"

"Hmph, the throne of the Demon General surely belongs to us lizardman warriors! A new throne needs true claws!"

The scene was extremely chaotic.

Since the last Demon King unexpectedly fell a hundred years ago, the Demon race has lost its unified supreme leader.

Although the Demon King's army still exists, it has been mired in a long period of chaos and division.

The occasional appearance of a self-proclaimed demon king has long since disappointed these demons.

Deep in their hearts, they still yearn for a powerful ruler who can truly unite the demon race, lead them against the human empire, and restore their glory.

Currently, there is only one demon who can be called a Demon King.

However, the demon king did not seem to have any intention of reorganizing the demon army; he simply stayed in his own territory and did not come out.

Just then, the door of the tallest building in the center of town suddenly opened.

This was originally the house of the dwarf chieftain.

Ever since that guy who called himself the Demon King took over the Dwarf City, he has imprisoned all the dwarves.

The one living in that room now is the 'New Demon King'!

All the monsters fell silent instantly.

Countless eyes turned to the doorway, holding their breath in anticipation.

Expectation, scrutiny, doubt... a mix of emotions mingled in the air.

A figure stepped out from the shadows inside the door.

Then--

Boom!

Even the tallest houses of the dwarves are still very low.

The man's forehead slammed hard against the door frame, making a solid, dull thud.

"Ouch!"

A cry of pain, clearly belonging to a middle-aged human man, rang out.

The demons: "..."

The figure staggered, clutching its forehead, and emerged somewhat disheveled from the shadows.

The man was wearing a priest's robe covered in dust.

The face of a middle-aged human man was contorted with pain.

A brief silence fell over the Colosseum.

An even louder buzz of discussion erupted immediately.

It was mixed with an undisguised disappointment and sarcasm.

"A...human? Or a charlatan?"

"This is the Demon King you were talking about? The Demon King who slammed into the doorframe?!"

"Are the orcs and gnolls blind? This is clearly a despicable human thief!"

"I knew it! It's another scam!"

The lizardman leader let out a disdainful sneer and slammed his tail heavily against the ground.

Father Harlin's gaze swept over all the orcs present, his brow furrowing slightly.

A fleeting hint of embarrassment and annoyance crossed his face, but it was quickly replaced by a forcefully condensed air of authority.

"quiet!!"

A low roar, not particularly loud, seemed to explode directly into the souls of all the demons!

A deep, ancient, and terrifying pressure, carrying an indifference to all living beings, suddenly spread out from him!

This oppressive aura was different from the alluring guidance the orcs had felt during the previous siege.

At this moment, it feels more solid and oppressive.

It clearly demonstrates its status as a demon king, originating from the top of the food chain!

The monsters, who had just been making a ruckus and mocking us, suddenly fell silent, as if they had been choked.

The weaker gnolls and ordinary lizardmen warriors immediately collapsed to their knees, trembling with fear.

Even powerful beings like the Cyclops and the Lizardman leader felt an instinctive tremor and awe emanating from the depths of their souls!