I am a living immortal.

Chapter 588 Looking for Death

At the same time that Su Mu killed Su Qingtu, a dramatic change was also taking place among the demon tribes in Lin State who were trying to control the country.

The mirage dragon ripped off the head of a big demon and threw it casually on the ground. The big demon was still alive after its head was ripped off, and looked at the mirage dragon with horror.

“Who the hell are you!”

"We have no grudges against each other, so why should we do this?"

"you......"

Before he could finish his words, he was stopped by a cold look: "Is this your last words? I understand. As for what you said, there is no reason, just like the people you ate, they didn't know why they died, but they died anyway."

"Your fate is the same. I can only say that it's your bad luck."

After saying this, the Mirage Dragon slowly walked up to the giant monster. The giant monster opened its mouth and said, "No, no, no, no! Spare my life!"

There was a loud bang, but no matter how much he begged for mercy, a finger still accurately touched his head. Then, the demon's plea for mercy abruptly stopped, and the next moment, it turned into flying snow and dissipated in the air.

The falling snow evaporated under the sun, leaving no trace. This powerful demon, capable of destroying a nation, died miserably on the way to the capital of the Lin Kingdom.

He did so much preparation and planning.

How to circumvent the scrutiny of humanity and the emperor, how to pass the sorcery in hand to this mortal court, and let this war continue. And this sorcery was also specially customized for the neighboring country.

Unfortunately, before any of this could be implemented, it encountered a roadblock—the mirage dragon. Now, this sorcery will never reach the court. Flipping through the "Art of Raising Soldiers" in my hand, I found something. Of course, there's a reason why sorcery is called sorcery.

The soldiers raised by this "Art of Raising Soldiers" were invulnerable to weapons, fire, and water. Each one could defeat a hundred enemies alone, and they were tireless. However, there was a minor flaw: white hair would appear on these soldiers' bodies, and their bodies would die, and their consciousness would be extinguished, turning them into a powerful puppet.

This "Art of Raising Troops" likely refers to methods such as corpse refining and weapon crafting, crudely integrating them. For a mortal dynasty, it's more than sufficient. With such a tireless army, fearless of life and death, they can definitely turn defeat into victory.

So even though the court thought this was inhumane, it still agreed to the deal.

And right now, such a team was waiting less than twenty or thirty kilometers away. Unfortunately, these people were about to be disappointed; they would never see their arrival. Turning to the last page of the sorcery, the Mirage Dragon shook his head in boredom and tossed the book in his hands. The book spontaneously combusted, and the evil spirit that had originally resided in the book, controlling and restraining the puppet soldiers, screamed and was completely consumed.

This unequal battle came to an end. Mirage Dragon killed the enemy decisively and swiftly. He yawned and wondered what the others were doing now.

......

The old goat similarly dispatched his opponent. However, his luck wasn't as good as Su Mu and the mirage dragon's. He arrived at the demonic beasts' headquarters. Hundreds of monsters and evil spirits gathered there, many powerful. They dreamed of dragging the Lin Kingdom into a state of perpetual war. With humanity's influence waning, this kingdom became theirs.

This fantasy is so beautiful that I am already so excited even before it is fully realized.

The old goat stood on the mountaintop, watching the demons dancing wildly below, speechless for a moment. This Lin Kingdom was truly in trouble. If such a bunch of scumbags succeeded, it would be a disgrace.

He made no attempt to conceal his presence.

The monsters that were reveling looked up and saw the old goat.

The great demon in charge frowned and stood up from the stone chair. In his hand, he held a bronze tripod, more than a man's height, filled with mellow, fragrant wine. The wine was good, but in the hands of these demonic beasts, its flavor changed. Beneath the mellow aroma lay the unmistakable smell of blood.

It smelled awful. The old goat, a fellow demon, had a natural aversion to flesh and blood, unless it was cooked. And this wine was a complete waste of food.

He could see hundreds of trembling figures amidst the riot of demons and monsters, and several corpses with their throats slit. This must have been the source of the strong, bloody flavor in the liquor.

It's truly barbaric. Only these demons could think of diluting human blood into wine.

The big monster drank the wine in the cup in one gulp.

He drank so much that the wine spilled everywhere. Then he wiped his mouth and looked at the old goat and asked, "Sir, why did you come here uninvited? Do you want to drink with us?"

The voice was rough, and a lot of saliva was spitting out as he spoke, which made the old goat's eyes twitch. Is this really a big monster?

He had never seen such a great demon before. If it still retained most of its animal nature before transforming, it was understandable, but if it was still like this after losing most of its animal nature, then it could only be said that the demon liked to do this deliberately.

Of course it doesn’t matter if the other person likes it.

The old goat is just not rare.

The old goat didn't answer the demon's question. His silence gradually cooled the lively atmosphere. The previously noisy voices vanished, replaced by fierce stares.

Looking at the old goat, he frowned and looked unhappy.

No matter how stupid these monsters were, they realized that the visitor might have bad intentions.

"Hmph!" The leading demon snorted coldly. He had good intentions and didn't care that the other party had come uninvited. He had invited the other party, but the other party had made such an expression, making him lose face and embarrassed. How could he tolerate this?

With a loud bang, the ground cracked, and the four or five-meter-tall figure vanished from the scene. Though a bit rough, the demonic power was still there. A thick demonic aura rushed towards the old goat, and a massive fist fell towards it, carrying the force of a mountain splitting, and the heavy pressure fell on the old goat.

The old goat just looked up at the other person.

"No wonder, it turns out they use force to break all laws." Demonic beasts that transform generally possess magical powers derived from their bloodlines, all tailored to their nature. The old goat possessed some, but he was unique, so his powers were insignificant compared to his other methods, and so he never used them.

But how can I put it, the bloodline supernatural power is the most suitable for my own path.

So I wasn't too surprised to see this monster using its force to break everything.

"Since you want to die so badly, I'll grant your wish." A shadow flashed behind the old goat, and a punch flew out at once. The big demon felt dizzy.