Im Not A Demon Lord's
Chapter 11's
As usual, the bookstore business is dead.
All day long, there was not a single customer.
Ling PingAn happily and calmly played the game all day and night.
Finally, when dizziness and blurred vision struck him, he put down his phone.
Looking at the latest medal he received that was displayed on his phone screen, he felt arrogant.
“Tsk, ck,..” Ling PingAn thought haughtily, “.... the hero in the crack was only fodder waiting to be slaughtered!”
“Too easy! Too simple! Too easy! ”
From afternoon until night, he had only lost one game.
And this was partly because his team only had two dcs. whereas his opponent hacked, constantly pushing and pressing the path leading to losses.
At other times, almost all they do is step on one side.
Thus, immediately Ling PingAn rose to the Diamond rank.
While rubbing his aching temples, Ling PingAn picked up a cup, found a pouch containing unknown leaves from the drawer, took out some and made himself a cup of tea.
Drinking the fragrant and sweet tea, the fatigue, aches, and pains all over his body were gone.
Ling PingAn checked the time on the computer.
It was 8:30 in the morning
“I will make a new chapter today,” he said to himself.
The next thing you know, he will sit on the counter and start typing.
…
The shadow of Han Li's figure rose and descended from among the long-abandoned tall buildings.
He quickly arrived at a still glamorous building, located in the northern part of the former downtown Donglin City.
On the windshield of the building, the logo of Zhentai Industries is still hanging.
He lifted his head and stared at the 55-story, 160-foot-tall skyscraper.
The rant in his ears swirled.
The building in front of him gradually changed his appearance as he looked at it.
The once magnificent building now looked like a piece of driftwood.
The delicate glass exterior that Han Li said he was looking at was actually covered with various prints.
Han Li walked forward expressionlessly, opened the glass door, and entered the building.
The lights still hanging in the hall to welcome guests lit up one after another.
Then Han Li could hear the sound of sobs rising from all directions.
A gust of cold wind blew out of the building towards Han Li, causing him to feel an inexplicable chill.
But he just smiled.
“Cute ghosts, how dare you be arrogant towards me?” Han Li waved his hand, and the long red whip he was carrying could be seen in his hand.
Clap it!
A long whip struck the air, emitting a sharp sound.
With a whip sound, the lights hanging in the hall fell to the ground, one by one.
The sounds of sobbing and crying disappeared altogether.
Even the cold wind stopped blowing.
But the long whip in Han Li's hand continued to stretch forward.
It was as if he had his own mind. Looks like chasing something.
Finally, the whip found what it was looking for.
Han Li pulled her and the deep red whip came back at her, dragging something in red clothes with long hair covering her face.
The rant in his ear slid and urged him.
Han Li was struggling.
However, in the end, he could not resist the urge from the voice in his ears.
He crouched down and looked at the object that was still struggling from being tied up by the whip.
His long hair that grew from his head was apparently covering his entire body.
When viewed carefully, it turns out this object is actually only composed of red clothes and long hair.
Under the red clothes and long hair, there was only a cloud of gray gas, which looked like a human.
In fact, Han Li could see that even red clothes and long hair did not exist.
Everything was just a bunch of light with a vague human form.
Seeing him, Han Li could not help but drool.
Then, he reached out his hand involuntarily, grabbed the thing, and put it into his mouth.
Gnaws, gnaws…
Han Li's eyes gradually turned red.
He looks like a beast.
Brutal and cruel…
He chewed on the ball of light vigorously as if he was eating the most delicious thing in the world.
This was the Evil Spirit that countless demon hunters had once folded their hands helplessly.
An Evil Spirit that not even the United Nations Security Council can eliminate.
For Han Li, it had already become food.
Because it's embedded in it.
In the Abysmal Maw, all ghosts, souls, and spirits bound to the earth are nothing but food for the devil.
In essence, the devil was an existence that ate souls.
Devouring the Red Demon Spirit completely, Han Li stood up and looked around him. Things are getting very different once again.
The hall that was once clean and tidy due to the existence of the Red Demon Spirit had now turned into a dilapidated place full of dust and cobwebs.
Several skeletons were lying scattered beside the sofa in the hall.
Han Li stuck out his tongue and licked his plump and bright lips.
The Red Demon Spirit, which had been embedded in this building for over ten years and had caused many disappointments to countless demon hunters, was now gone.
…
Elizabeth now was no different from a skeleton.
All his flesh and blood had become fuel.
He has been transformed into an incredible and powerful engine that is guided by the turbulence of his steam turbine.
Now, he was transporting all the tanks and armored vehicles together, stacking them into a mountain of steel and strangely pleasant and logically inexplicable machines.
The first prototype of the Altar of Steel has been built.
The pedrail wheel has become the foundation.
The armor served as its outer wall.
The turret has been configured to be its sacred emblem.
The engine and generator are driven by eikon.
Ammo boxes and fuel barrels had been placed in the middle of this steel mountain.
“More advantages! Great is beauty! ” He raised his head and looked at the large altar in front of him, the holy Altar of Steel. His eyes were full of piety and admiration.
This underground ammunition warehouse has been altered beyond recognition.
Everything has been changed.
Yet…
Elizabeth lowered her head and looked at the Gospel for the Synthetic Creature she held in her hands.
Suddenly, at this moment, the scriptures of this machine turned into a new chapter.
One by one, the characters made of iron and steel slowly turned into molten metal and flowed into Elizabeth's body, causing her thin body to return to plump.
The Gospels also made sure to tell him about what he had to accomplish during this next step in building the Altar of Steel.
“Only with iron and steel blood can be given willpower.”
He confirmed, “Only after the infusion of life, the machine can be awakened!”
So he went hunting.
He needed to hunt down Diablos' minions and use their blood to water this sacred altar.
He must capture the descendants of Diablos and put their lives into his machine.
The Almighty Spirit of all machines! Elizabeth worshipped at the altar in front of her piously. “You are one and also 10,000 – existence and voidness!”
You are the savior of the world and the apocalypse of destruction!
“You are steampunk!”
“You are a Steel Buddha!”
“You are Father, Blessed Virgin, and Holy Spirit!”
“May your words spread throughout the universe and roar in every world like a machine!”
He stood up and came out of the barn.
Both laser blades were stretched out from his arms.
Meat and blood are pumped into a steam turbine. Turbines burn.
He will take part in the massacre!
…
Sitting on the counter, Ling PingAn's inspiration exploded like a tide.
He nearly finished a chapter with 2,000 words in less than half an hour.
Suddenly, he was possessed.
All inspiration stopped suddenly.
It seems like there is a sound in his ear.
In a vague manner, he thought he heard a series of blurry sounds of unknown meaning.
This sound resembles the sound of a car engine breaking down.
However, it also sounded like the sound of prayer in Taoist and Buddhist temples.
It lasts at most about two seconds.
Then, the voice disappeared completely.
Ling PingAn inserted his fingers into his ears, “F * ck!”
“What is this?”
“I experienced auditory hallucinations at a crucial time..?”
“Man!”
Looking at the 1,725-word Word document, she wanted to cry.
275 Words in short.
This is not a problem that can be solved by adding water.
That's so…
Ling PingAn looked at the computer and said, “Today's update might just be a waste!”
“But I haven't uploaded it yet, so it's not a big deal.”
Besides…
Frankly, for a bad writer, even if they renege on his promise…
Continues to?
No one cares at all.
Accepting death threats and being forced to update their chapters is a treatment that only great writers have.
As for the terrible ones, they are not worth it!
He lifted his head and looked at the clock.
“It's only 9 hours passing little” Ling PingAn surprised. He grabbed his phone, “Not playing some games on a beautiful day will really hurt a beautiful day!”
At that moment, he went into the crack.
