The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 1162 - 446: The King of Sloth・Kukuba_2

"Since we’re already here, it wouldn’t be polite not to greet the master of this place, right?"

Aegifura wasn’t so petty this time.

She glanced at GuaGua and immediately shifted her gaze to the statue, and then, she stared at the sleeping Primeval Sleep Demons around her, not bothering to hide the purple brilliance in her eyes.

"The Pillow of Sloth was found by us!"

"These lazy demons should either cough it up or hand over some treasure that keeps one forever young!"

"Exactly, exactly!"

GuaGua, seeing that Little Meili didn’t blame him, immediately put on a righteous expression and began to provide vocal support from a distance:

"That’s what I’m saying! Either barter with something of equivalent value or hand it over!"

"Or help us find the Whip of Lust, and let’s trade item for item, fair deal for young and old alike!"

"To sleep and sleep and not do a thing, yet have a magical artifact of their own."

"Where in the world does that kind of good luck come from, you can’t even dream such daydreams!"

As he spoke, the mischievous GuaGua observed the expression of the Big Tadpole.

Seeing a look of agreement on its face, it beamed with joy and immediately maintained Goose Immortal’s form, flapping a wing on the butt of a sleeping demon.

"Thud!"

The form of Goose Immortal, after all, was on par with the physical constitution of a Sacred Voidal Conduit savage beast.

But the randomly chosen Primordial Sleep Demon simply took out its paw and rubbed its butt as if it were scratching an itch, seemingly indifferent.

"No way, its defense is this freakish too?"

GuaGua didn’t believe it and switched to the form of Little Black Hat, casting high-level spells one after another.

Frozen lands and skies, lightning flashes and thunder roars, wild wind storms, darkness shrouding the day... Different elements collided here, leaving the buildings unscathed, and the Primeval Sleep Demons, victim to the attacks, slept steadily with no signs of disturbance.

GuaGua was dumbfounded and for a moment questioned whether he was a Holy Saint Embryo.

Were the skills he possessed just illusions, why was there no damage?

"No, this place’s laws, they covertly protect the inheritors of Sloth..."

Bana stepped into the Kingdom of the Seven Sins for the first time in her life.

The first stop was the Royal City, the very first stop was the Demon Queen’s tower.

She was trembling with fear.

Only when she saw Ye Hanjun’s silhouette and then saw Mu Yi single-handedly slaying the Demon Marshal did she calm down and help to think of strategies:

"To the Primeval Demon Race, the Demon Queen’s tower is a sacred place."

"If it were any other Primeval Demon King, they would have skinned us alive."

"But Sloth is different. Among the seven branches, this one has a very low presence, the least threatening."

"It’s not that they aren’t strong, on the contrary, they are terrifyingly strong."

"It’s just that because of their character, they generally stay out of conflicts, whether it’s Demon Race affairs or Human Race affairs, they usually don’t take sides..."

Bana briefly introduced the basic views of the people in the Realm of Desire towards the Sleep Demon Clan.

Ye Hanjun frowned. So, among the descendants of the Seven Sins, the lineage of Sloth was the safest, and it was actually somewhat difficult to antagonize them?

While pondering, Ye Hanjun’s gaze locked onto the largest Primordial Sleep Demon.

This fellow’s attribute panel also had "Recognition of the Seven Sins (Superficial)."

However, behind "Inheritance of the Demon Queen," it was labeled "Laluhabu/Order 1."

He was Kukuba—the King of Sloth presented in the projection during the meeting of the seven lords.

"Instead of awakening a low-ranking initial sleep demon without enough speaking rights, it’s better to go straight to the point and wake up the real king..."

Ye Hanjun murmured to himself, his eyes showing resolution.

He summoned the Sword Thunder Child, and slowly grasped the hilt with the sword tip pointed at the sole of Kukuba’s foot.

During this process, the Golden Sword erupted with blinding lightning, and the crackling arcs of electricity rapidly overwhelmed the staggered snoring sounds.

Kukuba—didn’t move an inch!

He still didn’t feel threatened, in a deeply asleep state from beginning to end.

"Sorry if this disturbs you, but please wake up!"

A sword light flashed in Ye Hanjun’s eyes, and the next moment, Sword Thunder Child left his hand, directly hitting the target.

However, to everyone’s surprise, the domineering and sharp Sword Thunder Child couldn’t pierce the skin of the Primordial Sleep Demon’s foot.

"Environmental protection, an escalation in defense?"

"Mo, try it out, climb onto its face and see if it reacts."

"Oh."

The polite and sensible Mo followed the instructions and jumped onto Kukuba.

Climbing over the rough skin, occasionally grabbing a thick hair to increase friction as it advanced.

When it got close to the massive face that looked like a millstone, Mo saw no reaction from the other side and began to release the sealed Great Disaster Demon Curse Body little by little.

"Aow..."

Kukuba’s eyelids trembled a few times, and suddenly he turned over, trying to fling Mo away.

Mo, with its tentacles, held on tightly, remaining firmly in place no matter how much Kukuba tossed and turned.

After several tries, Mo blinked its eyes, showing a look of joy on its face.

Any creature that couldn’t be killed with a single glare had the potential to become a friend!

This sleeping demon was sure to share a lot of happiness!

With that thought, Mo became more and more cheerful.

The more cheerful it became, the more the friction between its tentacles increased.

"Crack!"

Right where it was perched, vaguely visible, a patch of a bloodstain emerged from the pores.

Those were the patterns of flowers, initially only blood red, quickly turning into a riot of colors, each more flamboyant than the last.

In the attribute panel, the deeply asleep state was abruptly shattered.

Kukuba suddenly opened his eyes, and a bear-like robust demon palm slapped his face.

"Slap!"

Mo was flattened like a pancake, its innards splattering out.

It let out an inhuman moan, thoroughly enjoying that moment of pain.