Deities: Starting From Goblins
/ Deities: Starting From Goblins Chapter 1288
Chapter 1288: Chapter 708 Golden Horn Chapter 1288: Chapter 708 Golden Horn “It's impossible. The aura coming from him can't be faked–it's a pure Demon Race aura. Besides, his strength is unfathomable; we simply cannot get to the bottom of it.”
The words of the City Lord plunged everyone into deep thought. They knew that the appearance of this Big Shot from the Demon Race definitely signaled something. Their futures would also inevitably undergo dramatic changes.
In the Demon Clan Castle's conference hall, the atmosphere was heavy and tense. Everyone was sitting around a huge circular conference table, with faces filled with anxiety and unrest. At that moment, a Demon Race man, dressed in a lavish robe, stood at the center of the conference table, his eyes resolute and his tone calm.
“It can't be fake. I can feel his pure aura guiding me from the past,” he slowly began, his voice carrying an undeniable firmness, “and the aura on him is particularly intense–it's definitely real!”
As his words fell, the people around him showed skeptical expressions. They exchanged glances, clearly not fully believing the Demon Race man's words. An elder Demon, his beard graying and brows tightly furrowed, couldn't help but retort:
“City Lord, we can't determine his identity just based on your feeling. What if he is a spy sent by our enemies? That would be dangerous for us!”
Hearing this, the City Lord slightly shook his head, his eyes revealing a touch of helplessness. “I understand your concerns, but my feelings have always been accurate. Moreover, the aura he carries indeed matches what we know of the Demon Race Big Shot.”
As the debate raged on among them, a clear voice suddenly broke the silence of the conference room.
“City Lord, what use is there in guessing here? Why not ask that Big Shot directly and see what he has to say?” This was a young Demon Race woman, her words tinged with urgency and anticipation.
The City Lord's eyes flashed with approval upon hearing this. He knew that the woman was making sense. Instead of endlessly speculating here, it would be better to directly ask the Big Shot for clarity.
Just then, the door of the conference room was suddenly pushed open, and a figure slowly walked in. Everyone was startled, turning their heads to look, only to see Logan strolling in leisurely, his face carrying a measure of indifference and composure.
The demons were taken aback by Logan's sudden appearance, but quickly composed themselves and slowly approached. They were well aware of Logan's strength and status and dared not show any negligence.
Logan took a deep breath and said coldly, “Gentlemen, I have heard your discussions. Regarding the identity of that Big Shot, I have my own judgment. But since you have doubts, I will personally ask him and give you a clear answer.”
After speaking, Logan turned to leave. But just then, the City Lord suddenly spoke up to stop him.
“Logan, wait a moment. I feel this matter is not simple; it might be dangerous for you to go alone. Let me accompany you,” the City Lord said, his words carrying concern and worry.
Logan slightly smiled upon hearing this, aware of the City Lord's concern for his safety. “Don't worry, City Lord. I know what I'm doing. Besides, going alone might actually make it easier to find out the truth.”
After finishing, Logan did not linger any longer and strode out of the conference room. His figure quickly vanished from everyone's sight, leaving behind only a faint silhouette and endless anticipation and suspense.
Deep within the Demon Clan Castle, in a room decorated in a simple yet solemn fashion, Timothy Daiziel stood upright before Logan. His eyes shimmered with confidence and pride, as if the noble blood flowing in his veins endowed him with limitless power.
“My name is Timothy Daiziel, descendant of the Demon Race from Ancient Times. The bloodline in me is the purest among them!” Timothy's voice was loud and firm, each word seeming to carry immense weight, attempting to convince Logan standing before him.
Logan frowned, his gaze sweeping over Timothy's form as if searching for some clue. He was skeptical about Timothy's identity but was hesitant to conclude hastily. At that moment, the Sword Spirit within him suddenly spoke up, unraveling the mystery.
“You, posing as a Demon Race member, know nothing about the affairs of the Demon Race; you really are messing around.” The Sword Spirit's voice echoed in Logan's mind, carrying a hint of reproof and resignation, “If discovered, no one can save you!”
Logan's heart chilled upon hearing this. He was well aware of the Demon Race's rigor and ruthlessness; if his identity were exposed, the consequences would be unimaginable. Yet, faced with Timothy's confidence and persistence, he felt slightly swayed.
Just then, the SwordSpirit spoke again, giving him direction. “This man is a descendant from one of the major families of the Demon Race, no wonder he is suspicious of your identity. Don't worry; just tell them you are from the Dragon surname!”
Logan's brow furrowed even more upon hearing this. “Why should I say my surname is Dragon?” he muttered to himself, feeling puzzled and confused by the Sword Spirit's suggestion.
The Sword Spirit, sensing Logan's confusion, spoke again to clarify, “In the history of the Demon Race, the Dragon surname is an extremely prestigious surname. It represents one of the most powerful Demon Race bloodlines from Ancient Times. Telling Timothy you are a Dragon not only elevates your status but will also instill a sense of awe in him towards you.”
Logan, upon hearing the Sword Spirit's explanation, felt enlightened. He understood the SwordSpirit's intent and knew how to handle the situation at hand. Therefore, he took a deep breath, looked into Timothy's eyes, and slowly said, “My surname is Dragon, a descendant of the ancient Dragon Family Demon Clan.”
Chapter end
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