Even goblins are dangerous in this other world!

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"Drinking is good, drinking is good! Human-made wine is nowhere near as good as the wine you [&*&*&] make! Let's drink!"

The nightingale was in no mood for drinking at that moment, as it pondered its next move.

Suddenly, a faint roar came from the distant sky.

This roar contained an extremely terrifying power, not because of its high rank, but because the source of this power was terrifying, something that the beings on the isolated island were very familiar with.

"The sound of a moon bear? Where did this moon bear come from?"

The figure in black robes changed his expression and murmured.

"Did you hear that too?"

The nightingale looked incredulously in the direction from which the sound came, her expression extremely excited:

"You heard right, it really is Moon Bear! The clan has arrived?!"

He was the one who wanted to go out the most among the three, and now he couldn't control his excitement at all, his wings flapping incessantly.

But soon, the Cyclops above him poured cold water on his enthusiasm:

"It's not a moon bear."

A branch of the Cyclops family had raised a group of moon bears, and he was very familiar with the roars of the moon bears. Although the sounds were similar, there were still some differences when you listened closely.

"You idiot, you must have misheard me?!"

The glimmer of hope that had just appeared vanished, and the nightingale instantly panicked.

"It really isn't a moon bear."

High above the clouds, the Cyclops was no longer grinning; his expression turned serious.

"The quality of that roar seems even more terrifying than that of a moon bear."

"But it has lost much of its demonic charm."

Chapter 242 The Demon Clan's Secret Affairs

The quality of sound—using that word to describe the terror of a species might sound like a fantasy—but for life forms like the Cyclops, it's quite common.

In their eyes, these lower beings are like fully analyzed life forms, devoid of any mystery, and their life level can be judged solely by their appearance and voice.

The Moon Bears are a race of higher life levels outside the Land of Gods, whose power is mainly demonic.

The Cyclops brought with him to the Land of Divine Remnants for this trial was a lower-ranking Moonbear, or, in the words of their demon race, a half-finished product.

But now the Cyclops said that the race that made that sound from afar was even more terrifying than the Moon Bear in terms of sound quality alone, which made the figures start to think about the races that fit the criteria.

"Fire Monkey? Moon Wolf? Werewolf?"

The figure in black robes murmured, mentioning several races in a row, but before he could think about it further, he rejected them himself.

There are some species with a higher life level than the moon bear, but he seems to have never heard of any that match this roar.

At his feet, the nightingale, unable to wait any longer, leaped up and swatted at the black-robed figure's feet with its wings:

"Who cares what it is, let's just go and see!"

Upon hearing this, the figure in black robes nodded subconsciously, his entire body enveloped in shadow as if he were about to disappear from the spot. But in the end, he stopped and looked at the expectant Nightingale with a half-smile.

"[**&**], aren't you coming with me?"

Nightingale's expectant expression froze on her face, her black gem-like eyes turning away, unwilling to meet the gaze of the black-robed figure.

"You're the fastest here, so of course you should go."

"is it?"

The figure in black robes smiled and crouched down, looking down at the nightingale:

"【**&**】, do you know? It's easy to spot when you lie to me because you never get angry or swear when you lie."

The nightingale shifted its head awkwardly.

"I do not know what you're talking about."

Faced with Nightingale's refusal to admit anything, the figure in black robes sneered:

“Since this voice is not from a species familiar to the three of us, it is very likely that the one that came is not from our family. The three of us have not fully recovered yet, and even some trash in this land of divine ruins can threaten us. You actually want me to go and check it out first?”

"Hey, I'm your cousin, do you really want me dead?"

cousin?

The truth couldn't be clearer, you know your mother and my younger brother were having an affair? Strictly speaking, you should be calling me "Dad." Too bad I don't have a disobedient son like you.

The nightingale inwardly cursed, but outwardly maintained a bewildered expression:

"Oh right, I didn't think that through just now. Come on, let's continue talking."

The figure in black robes chuckled and stood up:

"Just wait, I'll send some mermaids over to take a look."

After saying that, he whispered a few words to the mermaid who was lying prostrate at his feet, instructing him to send some mermaids and lizards to gather information.

The mermaid received the mission and quickly retreated back into the sea.

The figure in black robes smiled and patted the Cyclops's arm:

"[&&*&&], what kind of wine would you like to drink today?"

"Morning dew, I love morning dew."

Upon hearing about drinking, the Cyclops spoke rapidly, his voice filled with delight:

"Do you still have that bottle of 'Morning Dew' flavor from 4:50 AM that I had at your place last time?"

The Mist Plains is a land outside the land of the gods, where mist lingers year-round.

The taste the Cyclops was referring to was the taste of the morning dew in that area.

In addition, the Cyclops often drank flavors such as the first snow of September 3rd from Mount Rantku, and the blood of a 16-year-old girl from Mort City, among others.

To them, apart from demons and gods, everything else is merely a tool for amusement.

"Yes, of course."

The figure in black robes nodded with pleasure:

"However, I would recommend you try the aquatic plants from the Loop Snow Lake; the taste..."

The black-robed figure beside her was chatting animatedly with the Cyclops, but Nightingale was in a bad mood.

It kept thinking about the source of the voice. At first, it thought it was someone from its own family, but now it realized that it might be someone from another force, making it extremely wary.

"It's possible that these are new breeds cultivated by those gods. Could it be that they also chose this place as their training ground? Damn it, I should have known better. With those old guys' attitudes, how could they possibly care about us? They're probably off somewhere having fun. A thousand years ago, they might not even be in the southern part of the continent anymore."

"Damn it, these two idiots next to me are still babbling on and on, completely unaware of the seriousness of the problem. If the gods discover our current state, we can just wait to die."

Nightingale looked at the optimistic black-robed figure and the Cyclops with utter disgust. In fact, this was the typical appearance of most demons. As beings born above all other races, with long lifespans and excellent magical affinity, demons often become more and more optimistic as they age.

The reason is simple: the longer someone remains invincible, the less awe they derive from it.

Even the opposing gods and demons rarely clashed directly, because there was no need for it. To seize territory, their subordinate species only needed to fight to the death. For them, shedding a single drop of blood was a waste.

But the nightingale is different; it yearns for freedom yet fears death.

It couldn't explain why, perhaps because it was the only one of the three who had directly confronted and lost to that type of person.

This incident was mocked by the black-robed figure and the Cyclops for a long time, and it was depressed about it for a long time.

To the black-robed figure and the cyclops, those people were indeed remarkable, capable of limiting their strength.

But that's about it.

As the lowest form of life, humans inevitably pay a heavy price for any means of limiting their power.

Therefore, this method cannot exist forever.

The disappearance of that type of person seems to prove this point.

But Nightingale knew that those people were definitely not as simple as the black-robed figure and the Cyclops thought.

The person who could cause its crushing defeat is definitely not simple.

That defeat was far more devastating than Kanriel's most recent one.

Over the years, countless times, that image has involuntarily surfaced in its mind during its rest periods.

"No, I have to go back and tell the bats and the mushroom monster not to make any rash moves during this time."

The nightingale flapped its wings, preparing to take off from the deserted island.

But suddenly, a faint dragon's roar came from afar.

Perhaps due to the distance, the sound this time was very faint compared to the previous roar, even less than the sound of the sea breeze blowing through the coconut leaves, but the three people on the island still heard it.

"Dragon Roan!"

The nightingale had just taken flight when it excitedly began to sing:

"I knew it! Those bastards from the gods really came! I knew it! Damn it, they actually sent a real dragon! Do they allow such a high-level life form in their trials?"

The figure in black robes turned his head and looked in the direction of the sound.

That place... seems to be in the direction of Golden Apple Garden.

Did the gods arrive at the Golden Apple Garden?

His heart skipped a beat.

He hadn't felt this kind of shock in nearly a thousand years, and now the sudden jump made him feel like a sleeping person suddenly waking up.

If the gods really arrived at the Golden Apple Garden, wouldn't that mean... the foreshadowing he'd buried for a thousand years was about to vanish?

According to normal practice, he should immediately go and show himself. Once the other party sees him as a demon, they will understand and dare not act recklessly.

But unfortunately... he can't show himself right now.

He is currently at most equivalent to a sixth-level human or a third-level demon god in terms of strength.

The level restriction for this world is the eighth level of humans, which is the fourth level of demon gods.

Anyone with a brain would think that everyone participating in the trial must be a fourth-level demon god.