Chapter 1037: Where Did These Idiots Come From? [Seeking Monthly Votes]
Chapter 1037: Where Did These Idiots Come From? [Seeking Monthly Votes]
At this moment, Mo Las found his mind a bit muddled.
Here...
Isn't this the city controlled by that person called Pi Pi Mian from the Yellow Robe Divine Sect?
And then...
Wasn't it just now that the Transparent Divine Monkey and Transparent Divine Rabbit, who had just signed contracts with over a hundred Ancient Demons to become demons, came to find him?
Why all of a sudden...
Almost forty thousand powerful demons appeared out of nowhere?
Moreover, Mo Las wasn't stupid.
With just one glance, he could tell that although these demons were relatively weak in strength at the moment, their bloodlines and physique were astonishingly formidable! They far exceeded the norm for demons!
And for some reason...
Each and every one of these demons seemed to emit a terrifying aura that even made Mo Las feel a bit uneasy!
This could only mean that the origins of the bloodlines and bodies of these demons were absolutely extraordinary!
"How did you find this place? And where's Sugar Third?" Mo Las asked slowly.
"Cough, cough, cough... Sugar Third and us are all good brothers! Rest assured, Teacher Mo Las, they're all fine!" Thousand-Nine-Two-Seven-Hands-Spots smoothly replied.
"..." Mo Las pondered for a moment and then asked.
"Why do you want to apprentice to me?" Mo Las asked directly.
"Of course, we're setting off tomorrow to exterminate the Frozen Evil Demon Clan!" Thousand-Hands-Spots did not hesitate to say.
"???" Mo Las was bewildered.
What the heck?
You guys are going to attack the Frozen Evil Demon Clan?
Are you sure you're not just throwing yourselves into a meat grinder?
"Just you guys?" Mo Las couldn't help asking.
"Of course not. We're following a powerful and invincible big shot! And there are many allies too! We're attacking together! Oh, right, Sugar Third and the others will also be attacking with us! Maybe there will be a chance to get rid of Elder Mo Li Er!" Thousand-Hands-Spots continued to boast.
"!" Mo Las's eyes suddenly lit up!
Just like Sugar Third's soul questioning before.
As long as Mo Li Er could be killed!
Everything else didn't matter!
The fact that these demon clans could safely reach this place, knew Sugar Third's name, and apparently weren't lying was evident.
And...
Mo Las had a strange feeling that the demons in front of him were a bit idiotic... His sixty-eight marks of demon taint... if he was still fooled by these idiots... then what was the point of his high-ranking demon marshal status?
"Alright! This demon will believe you!" Mo Las nodded and condensed some demonic energy, transforming it into a cane. He stood up and spoke.
"Since you only have one day to become stronger by following me, then show me your strongest abilities, let me see!" Mo Las said calmly.
"Me, me, me, let me go first!"
"No, let me go!"
"I'll go first!"
...
Then, the demons from the Fourth Test server jumped out excitedly one by one.
"Ah ah ah, take flight!!! Taste my ultimate skill, Demon Fire Meteor Fist!!!" Demon Fighter Seiya soared into the air and unleashed his Demon Fire Meteor Fist, throwing a hundred punches into the void!
"How is it? Impressive, right?" Demon Fighter Seiya finished performing the move and swung his head triumphantly.
"Just this?" Mo Las found the entire situation a bit absurd.
You, a forty-mark demon, is this it?
"Step aside, let Teacher Mo Las witness my greatness!" Holy Light Arthas pushed Demon Fighter Seiya away and impatiently jumped out.
"Behold my Frostmourne, impressive, right?"
"And look at my warhorse, cool, right?"
"Oh, let me tell Teacher Mo Las a secret, my true body is in this helmet, how about that, didn't expect it, right? Mwahaha!"
...
Holy Light Arthas jumped over on his warhorse, showing off, while whispering secretly.
"???" Mo Las was once again left speechless.
Mo Las was experiencing some self-doubt at this point.
Was it really his imagination?
Or were these demons really just imbeciles?
Damn it!
You, a weapon demon, turned your true form into a helmet, what's the point?
A powerful Armor Demon could easily see through your true form!
Take off your helmet and you'd lose control of your body, reduced to just a helmet, unable to move, becoming useless?
"It's my turn, it's my turn!"
"Let me go first!"
"Can I show off a bit?"
...
Next, one demon after another came forward to showcase their special abilities, but when Mo Las looked over...
They were terrible!
Too terrible!
Incredibly terrible!
This wasn't just dust-covered gems!
Mo Las, in his entire life, had never seen such idiotic, imbecilic, and comical demons!
There was one particularly foolish demon. With thirty-nine demon marks, he managed to stumble and fall on his face while showing off, completely overturning Mo Las's worldview.
"That's enough!!!" Mo Las waved his hand, interrupting the remaining over thirty thousand players who wanted to show off.
"From when you entered your current state, how long did it take?" Mo Las asked calmly.
Mo Las was genuinely curious!
How did these idiots manage to survive up to now?
"Teacher Mo Las, talking about this gets me all worked up. I've been practicing hard for a month, and I've only reached thirty-five demon marks!"
"Damn, that's right! Sugar Third and the others transformed into demons and all suddenly have thirty-six demon marks?!"
"I still have to go to school during the day, so I can only be online for seven or eight hours at most. Finally, after a lot of effort, I reached thirty-six demon marks. Damn it, the demons' transformation, it's as if I've been grinding away for nothing!"
...
Hearing Mo Las's inquiry, the players exploded into a frenzy, each and every one of them infuriated.
However, Mo Las was even more stunned...
One month?
"You mean, from the time you were born until now, you've only used a month?" Mo Las asked, dumbfounded.
"More accurately, it's from the time we reached adulthood after condensing our first demon mark to the present, it's taken us a month!" Thousand-Hands-Spots clarified.
After all, once the characters were created, they directly became the appearances of adult demons.
"!!!" Mo Las was shocked!
The entire framework of his worldview was shattered!
One month to reach almost forty demon marks?
How was that possible?
How did they manage to do it?
"Based on your current rate of improvement, at most, two hundred years... You will definitely become true demons!" Mo Las couldn't
help but exclaim in shock.
Two hundred years!
In that time, Mo Las himself wasn't even sure if he could reach seventy demon marks!
However...
In front of these fools, it was entirely possible for them to reach a hundred demon marks, then summon the eighty-eight ancient primordial demons, sign contracts, and become true demons!
"What? Two hundred years? What a joke, that's too slow!"
"200 years? Are you kidding me? Are demons this pathetic?"
"Damn it, if I knew it would take two hundred years, I might as well have stayed human!"
"What's wrong with the planning team? Two hundred years? By then, my grandkids would have grown grass on their graves!"
"Are you saying we'll need at least thirty or forty more years to reach the seventh rank? Damn, who can bear that!"
"Teacher Mo Las, please save us. We want to overtake on a bend. How can we kill the Frozen Evil Demon Clan in a day? It would be best if we could pin them to the ground and pummel them with one hand!"
...
The players were in an uproar, and many of them were so angry that their noses were crooked. Quite a few of them even blurted out that they wanted to know how to kill the Frozen Evil Demon Clan in a day!
At this moment, Mo Las felt like he was about to vomit blood, but he couldn't!
Becoming a true demon in two hundred years... this was called pathetic?
Then what about himself, who had spent over ten thousand years to finally reach sixty-eight demon marks?
The epitome of pathetic?
However, under the players' questioning, Mo Las suddenly had a flash of inspiration!
"In one day, with the normal methods, you indeed wouldn't be able to match up against the Frozen Evil Demon Clan. Once you face the likes of Mo Li Er, a seventh-rank demon, you won't even be able to hurt a single strand of his hair with your physical attacks!"
"But..."
"Given your circumstances, I do have a way that could allow you to deal with the Frozen Evil Demon Clan and maybe..."
"Perhaps even battle against Mo Li Er at the seventh rank!"
...
Mo Las's eyes sparkled, and he spoke in a low voice...
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