CHAPTER 473: CHAPTER 473: LORD OF HELL

Bang~

The window on the third floor exploded suddenly, and a burly black figure heavily hit the ground. After rolling and scrambling a few steps forward, he looked back in terror.

By the broken window, a thin black man helplessly looked at the height of more than ten meters from the ground. After an intense internal struggle, he steeled himself and leapt desperately.

"Boss, wait for me!!!"

However, the thin black man flailing in the air had just fallen less than a meter or two when a giant black snake with a diameter of over a meter shot out from the window behind him. Its jaws opened to a hundred and eighty degrees, grabbed him in mid-air, and instantly retracted into the darkness.

Splop~

A sound like a tomato being squashed was faintly heard. The burly white man’s pupils suddenly contracted, and a cold chill rushed up his spine to the top of his skull, instantly unleashing unprecedented potential. He dashed desperately for his life.

However, just as he rounded a corner, a giant shadow rapidly swept in from the darkness, a faint, cold, rancid scent enveloping him like a shadow of death.

At the critical moment, driven by the desire to survive, the white man let out a sharp roar. His upper body muscles surged and swelled, bursting all his clothes, revealing a demon pattern that glowed with dark red blood.

"Get lost!!!"

Boom!

With one punch, the ferocious black snake head was shattered like being hit by a cannonball, exploding into a spread of black mist that gradually dissipated.

"Huff Huff Huff Huff..."

After heavy, labored breathing, the white man, overwhelmed by fear, forced out a smile uglier than crying, letting out a wild laugh of survival.

"Hehehehe... Hahaha... Ugh~"

Mid-laugh, the white man, like a hen with its throat slit, had his pupils slowly shrink to pinhole size, staring wide-eyed as the faint black mist condensed, reshaping into the nightmare-like outline.

A few seconds later, the giant python reappeared, standing taller than a human, looking down at the white man, its venomous reptilian eyes filled with ravenous hunger.

Like a frog being stared at by a venomous snake, the white man’s entire body was as rigid as stone, unable to even twitch a finger.

The enormous snakehead slowly lowered, its crimson forked tongue flicking in front of him like a whip, as if tasting his scent.

"Don’t be afraid, friend..."

A gentle whisper came from beside him, and the white man dared not move. Only the corners of his eyes caught a glimpse of a slender and upright dark figure slowly approaching, examining him with great interest.

"This tattoo on you, is there any story behind it?"

Staring at the demon patterns that almost covered every inch of the white man’s skin, Zhu Haomiao finally focused on his back.

There, a half-decayed skull that resembled neither human nor sheep stood out. Most importantly, on the head of this skull, grew seven pairs of hideous, sharp, twisted horns!

Each horn varied in size, some twisting upwards, some spiraling, some meandering downwards, occupying so much space that they almost completely encapsulated the skull!

Observing those dominant seven pairs of horns closely, Zhu Haomiao discovered that each horn was engraved with densely-packed mysterious golden patterns.

Staring at those patterns, Zhu Haomiao’s vision suddenly blurred, and he seemed to see not seven pairs of horns, but an evil and majestic crown!

On the other side, noticing the giant python slowly moving away, the nearly suffocating white man finally got a chance to breathe, his voice quivering, stammering as he answered.

"This... this is the tattoo of the Demon King, He... He can protect me, bring me strength..."

"Oh? What’s the story behind this Demon King?"

"He... He is the Lord of Hell. When the end of the world comes, He will open the door outside the world, allowing the beasts that believe in Him to head to a new, fertile, and beautiful world..."

Listening to this cliché cult myth, Zhu Haomiao pondered for a few seconds, subconsciously touching the horns on his head that mortals couldn’t see.

Perhaps it was a psychological effect, but he always felt that his own horns bore a striking resemblance to one of the pairs on the tattoo!

"Take a deep breath; a bit of pain is normal."

After thinking for a while, Zhu Haomiao slapped the white man’s shoulder, then casually grabbed the skin on the back of his neck and violently tore downwards.

Screech~

"Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!"

Amidst the blood-curdling wails, Zhu Haomiao tore off the entire skin from his back, spreading it open with interest for inspection.

At the same time, the waiting black snake slowly lowered its head, the horrifying scream abruptly stopped, leaving only the even more bone-chilling sounds of chewing and swallowing.

"Lord of Hell... Demon King..."

Without looking back, Zhu Haomiao walked away, glancing at the human skin tattoo, muttering with a hint of thought.

After pondering for a while, Zhu Haomiao put away the human skin tattoo, and his vision slightly unfocused.

[anger]: LV.0→LV.1

[Sloth]: LV.0→LV.1

[Pride]: LV.0→LV.1

After devouring an entire den of sinners, all original sins had some improvement, but only the weakest categories received upgrades.

Not enough!

Absolutely not enough!

Compared to the source quality nutrition needed for healing, these sinners were just enough to get stuck in one’s teeth.

His Adam’s apple bobbing, despite having consumed hundreds of sinners, Zhu Haomiao felt even hungrier, unable to help but turn his gaze towards the distance.

.........

"Mmm..."

The violent jolt startled Marian White awake, her muddled consciousness gradually clearing, her stalled brain slowly beginning to function.

The last memory was of herself walking on a dim street when suddenly two shadows rushed toward her, covering her nose and mouth with something.

In panic, she instinctively struggled to resist, the intense chemical scent invading her nostrils. After just a moment of struggling and whimpering, she lost consciousness.

Understanding her situation, Marian White’s pupils trembled, biting down hard to suppress a primal scream, forcing herself to calm down.

Subtly observing, Marian White found herself on the back seat of a dilapidated vehicle, her limbs securely bound, leaving her powerless.

At that moment, she suddenly heard voices from the front driver’s and passenger’s seats.

"There seems to be a sound from the back; could she be waking up?"

"Haha, no way, the drug is enough to make an elephant sleep for a day!"

Hearing this, Marian White quickly closed her eyes, pretending to remain unconscious, while keenly listening for an opportunity to escape.

"Tsk tsk, a big white girl wandering the streets so late, it’s like a gift from God~"

"Same old rules, the money we make is fifty-fifty!"

"Got it."

The terrifying conversation echoed in her ears, and before Marian White could devise a plan, the car slowly braked to a stop. The two from the front seat carried her pretending to be unconscious off the car, heading towards the back door of a nearby building.