My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger

Chapter 675: Chapter 676: Bone Legion

Damon’s declaration was heard by all the people outside, and to no one’s surprise, everyone cheered for him.

“Kill them all… yeahhh!”

“Wipe out the dirty demons!”

“I always knew he was a tragic guy. Turns out his parents got killed by demons.”

“My brother too… I hate them so much.”

“We need people like him, someone who isn’t all talk but actually wants to kill demons.”

“Yeah, he’s a true hero of the goddess races!”

“Burn them, burn them all, even the little demons… they should never grow!”

Sentiments that were too cruel even to touch those who were innocent. How much had the public perception of demons been skewed?

Paimon narrowed her eyes, her expression turning grave.

The goddess races were still as cruel as she remembered. Someone like Damon Grey was even crueler than the rest.

In the floating pavilion, Luna smiled faintly as her brother maimed the demon heirs. Even though he was in a demon’s body, at least he was destroying them.

She was sure he hated demons. After all, these creatures had been the reason they suffered.

On the temple’s side, Father Dantalion’s eyes narrowed slightly; however, Aurelius Venn laughed with a hint of approval.

“Yes, we goddess races will cleanse the world of the impure demons.”

The cheers and claps soon turned into a chant.

“Death! Death to the demon race! Death! Death!”

Damon didn’t realize his actions had now led to a wave of anti-demon sentiments, and he had massively succeeded in making himself a great enemy of demonkind.

The world was watching him, watching how he would bring down his fury, driven by hate, upon demons.

Damon had always wondered why heroes were always those who wielded weapons and went to war. Why were they the ones who got statues built for them and had large pages in the history books?

Why didn’t those pages go to the kind healers who mended wounds? Why not to the great alchemists who made potions that healed people?

Why not to the wise sages who spread their knowledge and banished ignorance?

This world was so twisted.

Paimon, coincidentally, shared the same train of thought.

But more importantly… she glanced up at the sky.

“Why have I been made to come here…”

Paimon seemed to be clicking her thoughts together, but she didn’t know why she had been made to take such a risk. All she could do was watch.

Damon tasted the blood in his mouth as he faced off against the last demon still alive. He saw a righteous anger in Kashi’s eyes.

“You want to kill all demonkind because your parents died in a war? Tell me, if a Fae killed your parents, would you want to kill all fae kind?”

Honestly, Damon didn’t really care for Kashi’s words. His parents’ killer was actually a human, and he had already gotten his revenge. All this was just theatrics.

Still, he had to play the role. Not long ago, he was sure Lilith had made the same argument, but back then, he didn’t know his parents’ killer, only believing they had died in the war.

“Humans are of the goddess race. I will allow the goddess to punish them. Your kind are wretches who worship an imaginary god that may not even exist.”

Kashi sneered as his aura flared.

“I see, so in the end it all comes down to religion. We are killing each other over religion. Is religion more important than a person’s life?”

He pointed his staff at Damon, his voice trembling with fury.

“We don’t even worship the Unknown God. He has no temple. Even the snake temple that bears his symbols is just a temple of the goddess! So why the hate? You say demons killed your parents… that’s laughable!”

He gasped, his heart speeding up with raw emotion that Damon could almost hear in his voice.

“My whole family was slaughtered by you goddess races! My mother was violated by your kind… even after she was dead… my sister, my father, my brother… you think your hate is justified?”

Damon clenched his fist. He had never heard a demon speak with so much emotion.

Kashi squeezed his staff tighter.

“I can’t allow you to win. If I do, more people are going to end up like me.”

Damon narrowed his eyes with a thin smile, doing his best to make sure it didn’t falter.

“So what, you want to wipe out all humans?”

Kashi shook his head as magic seals began to spread all around them.

“No… because I do not hate. I have learned to let go. I have forgiven… not because they deserve it, but because I want peace.”

His words struck a chord in Damon’s heart.

He forgave? What did that even mean? Damon had never forgiven. He had never forgotten, and he had never been able to let anything go.

Why was this person, who had watched this horror happen to his family, able to let go?

’Peace… no conflict… this is a world of war. How can he know peace?’

Damon squeezed his sword in his hand tighter. It had broken when his father died against the claws of a lesser demon.

“You remind me of someone I know. She was a girl I thought foolish for her ideals. Justice without strength is a lie, and so is forgiveness. You only perpetuate the weakness that allowed them to hurt you.”

Damon felt irritated by his words.

“All that talk about forgiveness, and here you are holding a weapon of violence. Hypocrite.”

Kashi’s eyes were cold, as though he was holding back his fear.

“My first class is Corpse Collector. I gained it from picking up the remains of my family.”

He took a step forward, his staff glowing faintly.

“My second class is Grave Keeper… because I couldn’t leave them behind.”

With his third and final step, he raised his staff.

“My third class is Merciful Necromancer… because I couldn’t let them go. I chose to bring them back. I am the one who unveils death…. I am the healer who is always late. ”

With those words, the magic seals all began to open as different entities began to appear from the glowing circles.

Undead. One by one, they began to fill the forest.

“This is my skill… Bone Legion.”