Published: March 2, 2025
“The numbers don’t seem quite right…” After a brief mental calculation, Wen Yu immediately realized that the contents of the Spatial Rings inside the box were much more than the “enough for 10 million demonic clan members to last ten years” mentioned by the traitor, until Gul’s excited voice came through.
“Uncle! Uncle! There are other things too!”
Wen Yu immediately turned to look at Gul, who was holding a Spatial Ring with a face full of joy.
“Let me show you.”
After saying that, Gul handed the Spatial Ring to Wen Yu, who took a quick glance and noticed it was filled with a large number of third-tier magic crystals.
“What is this…”
Wen Yu pretended to be puzzled, but he already had a guess in his mind.
“It’s for us to increase our strength! Uncle, with these magic crystals, we can level up to tier 4… No… there are tier 4 crystals too, and tier 5!”
As Gul explained to Wen Yu, he kept inspecting the Spatial Ring like a hamster, until hundreds of Spatial Rings were placed around him, holding one of them with a silly grin on his face.
“There are even tier 8 ones…”
Seeing Gul’s ecstatic face, Wen Yu also forced a smile.
The Demon Realm Gate for tier three demonic clans only allows passage for tier three demonic creatures, but when tier three demonic creatures arrive at the Layered Battlefield, they can advance to higher levels, which the Layered Battlefield does not have countermeasures against.
Originally, this was a trivial matter—because the difficulty of leveling up was indeed too great.
However, when a traitor actively provides leveling nourishment for the demonic clan, the situation becomes slightly more complicated…
But this still was not a big issue.
With only a few hundred newly leveled up tier 8 demonic clan members, they probably couldn’t even beat the Void Fleet.
Wen Yu thought briefly and set aside this minor concern. He picked up another Spatial Ring, but when he saw the items inside, Wen Yu suddenly frowned.
“Look at this.”
Wen Yu said, handing the Spatial Ring to little Gul.
Inside, there were heaps of unknown potions filling the vast Spatial Ring to the brim.
“What is this…”
Gul was puzzled at first, but when he saw the note left in the Spatial Ring, he smiled again.
“This is the agent to catalyze the baru demon beast maternal body. Hehe, they really thought this through.”
Gul’s expression was as if he had eaten a sweet candy, while Wen Yu smiled lightly, but a different speculation suddenly arose in his heart.
He might have guessed the wrong purpose of this “traitor.”
…
The two of them were inventorying the supplies left by the traitor until they finished counting all the materials, it was already the next evening.
The “supplies enough for 10 million demonic creatures to survive for over ten years” mentioned by the traitor were indeed not exaggerated; he even provided a lot more. As for the magic crystals, there were slightly fewer, just enough for 100,000 demonic clan members to break through to tier 8, with the focus being on the materials to catalyze the baru demon beast maternal body, leaving an extremely ample quantity for Gul.
This amount was enough for little Gul to fully ripen the baru demon beast.
After receiving the logistical support, little Gul and Wen Yu had a hearty meal, and then Gul lay back on the ground, grinning and patting his belly, seemingly filled with a beautiful longing for the future.
As for Wen Yu, he was continuously organizing the known information. After a moment, he casually asked,
“By the way, Gul, you told me that you are the last surviving member of the baru clan, right?”
“En.”
Little Gul comfortably snorted.
“Do you mind telling me more about the baru demon beasts?”
“En, no problem! What does Uncle number three want to know?”
“Let’s start with the origins of the baru demon beasts…”
“Oh, I see…”
Under the night sky, the large and small demon creatures lay in the moonlight, with little Gul speaking excitedly while Wen Yu listened with keen interest.