Fantasy: I'm Really Not A Supreme Master!

Chapter 1384: Extra: Demon Fiend’s Past Life 2

The man on the battleship was even more heroic, shooting down one Demon Race strongman after another.

"Lord Ghost Fiend abandoned us... no..."

In that moment, the Tribal King was almost in despair, yet after despair, he went mad and suddenly charged at the Sky Vault.

"Humans, I’ll fight you to the death!"

His eyes bulged with rage, and in that moment, he detonated his demon body!

Boom!

The battleship was torn apart, and the Human Race strongman with the bow and arrow was also blasted away.

The Tribal King self-detonated, heavily injuring the attacking humans.

"You dare to harm me, my Yang Yuan Ji will ensure your entire race is exterminated!"

The human strongman with the bow was furious. He had slaughtered twelve tribes, and this was the first time he got hurt!

But fortunately, now the Demon Race was left only with the old, weak, sick, and disabled.

He raised his bow, ready to shoot them one by one.

But just at that moment.

A gust of eerie wind attacked.

"Something’s wrong... Ghost Fiend is back!"

Yang Yuan Ji’s face changed; he didn’t want to fight Ghost Fiend head-on now.

He immediately turned and left without hesitation!

The remaining members of the Demon Race were all surviving the catastrophe at this moment.

"Thank you, Lord Ghost Fiend, thank you, Lord Ghost Fiend!"

They knelt down and bowed to the returning Ghost Fiend.

But the vicious ghost just opened its mouth and devoured dozens of Demon Race members!

Immediately, everyone panicked.

What is happening?

"This tribe of yours is done for, you can never satisfy my needs anymore, today, I’m going to eat all of you!"

The vicious ghost spoke grimly!

Upon hearing this, all the Demon Race fell into despair.

Now, to Ghost Fiend, they were worthless.

"I’ll fight you to the end!"

Mo Qi was the only surviving Demon Race warrior, he stood out but was flicked dozens of meters away by Ghost Fiend with just a finger.

The wicked ghost, however, was walking toward the altar, with gluttony showing in its ghostly eyes:

"I sense... something delicious, something delicious is here!"

It returned because it sensed there was something unusual on the altar.

It cut open the bellies of one Demon Race woman after another.

Devouring one dead fetus after another.

"No... don’t come over, don’t touch my child!"

The witch who had previously begged the Tribal King and others to spare her child spoke with terror at this moment.

But the vicious ghost’s eyes lit up, saying:

"Found it!"

It sliced open the witch’s belly.

A loud cry suddenly echoed through the entire valley.

At this moment, from the sky above, within the red moon, endless light suddenly surged forth.

In the valley, before the altar, the vicious ghost shivered, kneeling before the witch’s corpse.

Inside the witch’s belly, a baby wailed, and with every cry, she absorbed the moonlight into her body, and the kneeling ghost’s soul body was shattered!

After a long, long time.

The people from the Worship-Fiend Sect were extremely shocked as they looked at the scene on the altar.

Mo Qi, supporting his heavily injured body, walked over, he picked up the baby, raising her above his head, tears covering his face, he exclaimed:

"Heaven pities the Demon Race, this child... is the savior of the Demon Race!"

"Ghost Fiend can’t save us, only she can... she’s our Demon Fiend!"

Demon Fiend!

...

(II) Lost Childhood

Five years later.

A patch of grassy land with a stream flowing through, a little girl sat by the creek, dipping her little feet into the water, she played with the water, watching the tadpoles swim around, completely absorbed.

"Lord Demon Fiend, why are you playing with water again?"

Suddenly, a voice came from behind, and a lady walked over, frowning.

The little girl hurriedly got up from the water, lowered her head with some fear, and said:

"I just played for a little while..."

The witch sighed and said:

"My lord, you must practice diligently, you know? You bear the heavy responsibility of resurrecting our Demon Race..."

The Demon Fiend nodded and said:

"I understand."

The witch then nodded and said:

"My lord, it’s time for you to eat."

Upon hearing this, the little girl shook her head and said:

"No... A Lan, I won’t eat, I don’t want to eat your food, you’ll die... I don’t want you to die, A Hua, A Zi, they’re all dead, I don’t want you to die..."

She started to cry, trying to run away.

However, A Lan grabbed her shoulders, looking at her with eyes full of sparkling tears, and said word for word:

"My lord, you are our hope, we can die, but you must grow up... if you don’t eat, A Lan might as well die now."

She took out a dagger and placed it against her own neck.

The little girl wiped her tears and said:

"I don’t want to eat... I don’t want to eat... but please don’t kill yourself, okay..."

A Lan’s eyes were full of tears, yet she smiled and said: "My lord, you must eat."

She rolled up her sleeves, revealing her snow-white arm, cut open her vein with the small knife, and brought it to the little girl’s mouth.

"No..."

The little girl resisted, yet was still fed Demon Blood.

...

That night.

A Lan was carried into the graveyard by the tribe members, her vital blood completely drained.

"A Lan, do you have any last words?"

The new Tribal King, Mo Qi, looked at A Lan, his aged eyes showing a trace of compassion.

In just five years, his hair was already white.

"King, A Lan has no regrets, but... please don’t tell Lord Demon Fiend that I died, okay? She will be heartbroken... she is really kind, but we forced her on the cruelest path..."

A touch of sadness was on A Lan’s face, she said:

"For the Demon Race, we have no choice... but, if possible, please give her some happy times... alright?"