Lucifer’s gaze was firmly locked onto the man with silver-white wings.
Combining his elegant demeanor, ornate clothing that was out of place in the Demon Realm, and a special aura that did not belong to a native race of the Demon Realm, the name of a race instantly surfaced clearly in his mind.
The Vampire Clan…
He was no stranger to them.
In the world-building of “Seven Deadly Sins,” the Vampire Clan was not a race native to the Demon Realm, but rather migrants from other regions who eventually found a habitat in the Demon Realm and were known as the “Children of the Night” due to their characteristics.
However, Lucifer hadn’t expected that in this “ancient” period, before the Demon Clan had even been truly established, the Vampire Clan had already appeared in the Demon Realm and even seemed to have begun preliminary exploration.
“Oh?” At the edge of the cliff, the Vampire man lightly raised his slender eyebrows.
His ice-shard-like longsword performed a casual flourish, producing a faint whistling sound as it cut through the air.
A hint of surprise appeared on his handsome face, which quickly turned into deeper interest.
He sized up Lucifer, who was hovering in the air, with an intrigued gaze.
“Your reactions aren’t slow; you actually managed to dodge that strike.”
He had been building momentum for a long time just now, and with the surprise attack launched using the “Sacred Treasure” in his hand, he believed it was enough to heavily injure or even slay most unprepared opponents.
He hadn’t expected that this black-haired man, who looked somewhat dazed, would actually evade it at the last moment with astonishing speed.
This caused him to set aside his casual attitude.
With a flick of his wrist, the translucent longsword vanished as if melting into the shadows, clearly having been retracted into some kind of space or special container.
Lucifer did not lower his guard.
His black wings flapped slowly, maintaining his hovering height.
His pure black eyes calmly watched the other party as he asked in a deep voice, “Who are you?
Why did you attack without reason?”
Upon hearing this, the Vampire man did not answer directly.
Instead, he meticulously adjusted his already flawless formal cuffs, then elegantly placed a hand over his chest and performed a standard salute that seemed to come from the noble class of some ancient civilization.
“My apologies, strange powerhouse.
I am Andura Chilrezina, acting as the vanguard of my clan’s exploration and humbly holding the position of Warrior Chief.” His voice had a unique magnetic tone, and his self-introduction was clear and reserved. Read this novel at novelping(.)com for the best experience.
“Warrior Chief?” Lucifer’s heart stirred slightly.
The original work indeed didn’t spend much ink on the Vampire Clan, especially its internal structure and early history.
But the title “Warrior Chief” sounded like at least a mid-to-high-level combatant, which made him a few degrees more cautious in his assessment of Andura’s strength.
With this thought, Lucifer no longer hesitated.
Black light swirled in his eyes, and a trace of eerie blood-red rapidly bloomed deep within his pupils, replacing the original pure black—Magic Eye of Balor, activate!
His vision focused on Andura.
Without delving into the specific proportions of his Magic, Physical Strength, and spirit, the Magic Eye directly fed back a concise comprehensive value to him:
[Andura Chilrezina]
[Comprehensive Combat Class: 11,000]
“Eleven thousand?” Lucifer’s heart tightened slightly, but then he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
It was only a thousand Combat Class lower than his own; the gap was indeed not large.
This proved the opponent was by no means easy to deal with, and being able to dodge his surprise attack was truly a stroke of luck.
But at the same time, this thousand-point lead in Combat Class, combined with his Physical Strength as the Primordial Demon God and the several abilities he had just acquired, gave him more confidence when facing an opponent of the same level.
The blood-red in his eyes faded, returning to pure black.
This simple investigation was silent and swift.
“Just now…
that change in your eyes, were you scrutinizing my strength?” Andura keenly caught that fleeting strange color in Lucifer’s eyes.
The curve of his lips seemed to deepen, and his tone didn’t reveal joy or anger, sounding more like a curious inquiry.
Lucifer remained noncommittal, avoiding the question and emphasizing his own question again, his tone becoming a bit firmer: “Answer me, Warrior Chief Andura, why did you attack?”
Seeing Lucifer avoid the question, Andura was not annoyed.
Instead, he leisurely brushed off non-existent dust from his formal wear and smiled.
“Before asking others, shouldn’t you first provide your own name and origin as proper etiquette requires, strange powerhouse?”
Lucifer fell silent for a moment, weighing the pros and cons.
A name was not information that needed to be strictly kept secret, and his identity as the “Primordial Demon God” might serve as a deterrent to some extent.
“Lucifer.
Demon Clan, Primordial Demon God.”
“Demon Clan?
Primordial…
Demon God?” The elegant smile on Andura’s face remained unchanged, but a trace of genuine thought and confusion flickered deep within his ice-blue eyes.
He carefully searched through the limited information he had gathered after entering the Demon Realm, as well as his clan’s ancient records regarding this “new world,” but he couldn’t find any valid records of a “Demon Clan,” let alone the “Primordial Demon God,” which sounded like a position of high status.
In reality, the Vampire Clan’s involvement with the Demon Realm was much earlier than Lucifer imagined, yet also more limited.
They didn’t migrate in on a large scale; rather, they had accidentally discovered an extremely unstable, not-yet-fully-opened spatial rift leading to the Demon Realm in their original habitat.
Uncertain whether the other end of the rift was a treasure or a grave, the clan decided to send elites to explore first.
As the Warrior Chief, Andura was the leader of this vanguard.
He had been in the Demon Realm for several days, and all he had seen was barren land, a harsh environment, and some low-level magical beasts that were pitifully weak and might not even have full intelligence.
This had once made him doubt the value of this exploration.
Until a few hours ago, a vast and terrifying magic power fluctuation, like a sea of stars that made even his soul tremble, suddenly erupted in this area!
Although that fluctuation was fleeting, the direction was clear.
After pursuing it, he discovered Lucifer, who was staying here alone and seemed lost in thought.
In Andura’s judgment, an existence that could trigger a magic power fluctuation of that scale was definitely not someone he could rival.
But while the black-haired man before him had a special aura, the pressure he emitted was far below expectations.
A bold hypothesis emerged: perhaps this person was related to that terrifying existence but was not the entity itself, or was in some state where his power was not at its peak?
In either case, striking first to capture or heavily injure this “possible key figure” to extract intelligence was undoubtedly a tactical choice where risk and reward coexisted.
He just hadn’t expected that Lucifer’s reaction and speed would exceed his estimates, causing the sneak attack to fail.
And now, the titles of “Demon Clan” and “Primordial Demon God” reported by the opponent caused both curiosity and vigilance to rise in Andura’s heart.
This seemingly dead Demon Realm seemed to hide more secrets than he had anticipated.