Chapter 597: Fake Happiness

“This is what you want. You are an emperor; you only need to be merciless, you only need subordinates who are blindly loyal to you…” A voice full of temptation filled Zence Matten’s head.

“No… no… I don’t want this anymore…” Zence Matten shook his head and shouted, “No! I don’t want this. I… I… I need friends! I don’t need puppets… I need friends… friends…”

Boom! Zence Matten’s mind shook, and the beautiful world in his mind collapsed. He returned to the quiet forest, and many fallen angels were flying in the air and singing the mysterious song that pulled people into fantasies of their own making. Right now, Qian Jin and others were calm and had smiles on their faces.

“No! Qian Jin isn’t this weak!” Fanta Kunge suddenly roared and woke up from his peaceful mood. He glanced around in curiosity while still shouted, “I want to defeat bloodline warriors, but Qian Jin won’t be easily defeated by me, and he won’t kneel and beg for mercy even if he loses…”

“I don’t want to become the Empress of Demons! I want to marry Qian Jin…” Lucifer Lucy suddenly screamed and woke up as well, and she blushed when she saw the smile on Zence Matten’s face.

Zence Matten continued to smile as he thought, “Female demons are females as well. Once they fall in love… No wonder Mother told me that I can’t hurt the girls who fall in love with me; they can give up anything for love. Men who hurt their true lovers are worse than animals!”

“Qian Jin, don’t ever hurt Lucifer Lucy,” Zence Matten murmured, “For you, she…”

“Hmph!” Cech Flet sneered and woke up; his emotions didn’t even fluctuate that much.

Now, Zence Matten could only give this man a thumbs up. Cech Flet’s heart was as tough as iron. Others woke up from the fantasies after being worked up, but he only sneered.

“Puff!” Duren Burg suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, but he didn’t wake up from the fantasy. With his eyes closed, he said with excruciating pain, “Cech, Daddy blocked this saber strike for you this time, and I probably can’t live through this. If we can meet in the afterlife, become a woman and marry me as payback for this saber strike that I took for you.”

“Bullsh*t!”

Cech Flet grabbed his saber and was about to charge at Duren Burg, and his murderous spirit was concentrated onto Duren Burg.

The sharp murderous spirit was like knives, and Duren Burg instantly opened up after sensing it. He looked at the angry Cech Flet in surprise before glancing at his own abdomen. He asked, “Huh? Didn’t I get cut?”

“You didn’t, but you are about to…” Cech Flet walked over with a saber and a cold expression. “You are about to be cut.”

“Alright, alright.” Zence Matten quickly hugged Cech Flet from behind. This mix-blood fallen angel bloodline warrior was concerned when Duren Burg was injured, and the sharp murderous spirit was only to wake the latter up.

“How come Qian Jin is still not awake?” Fanta Kunge looked at Qian Jin and asked with concern, “From the looks of it, it seems like one’s body will be injured if they get injured in the fantasy. Then…”

“Looks at Qian Jin’s aura…” Lucifer Lucy stared at Qian Jin nervously, “Quick! Look! Am I seeing it wrong?”

“No!”

Zence Matten’s eyelid twitched. At this moment, a sense of maturity appeared on Qian Jin’s face. This would only occur if people experienced many events.

Right now, Qian Jin was having this sensation, and there was only one explanation; Qian Jin had fallen victim to the fantasy.

Everyone got nervous. This meant that Qian Jin was having fun in the fantasy, and he thought the passage of time in the fantasy was real life. As a result, his body matured much quicker.

If this continued… Qian Jin would quickly age and died naturally.

“So, this is the feeling of joy. Too bad that it is all fake.”

Qian Jin’s eyes were still closed, but he punched at the sky. The shadows of fallen angels quickly scattered as if they were dodging fire, and that punch knocked down many leaves.

Qian Jin slowly opened his eyes and looked at the people around him. He said, “It was beautiful; it was perfect. Even though I knew it was fake, I wanted to stay there longer. The fantasy was so perfect that I didn’t want to leave. But… it was fake after all.”

Qian Jin sounded a bit lonely and disappointed.

Lucifer Lucy wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and hit Qian Jin’s shoulders with her fists as tear appeared in her single eye. She whispered to Qian Jin, “I was so scared.”

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Zence Matten looked at Qian Jin in confusion, and he thought, “This man has an iron heart that isn’t inferior to Cech’s. At least from this fantasy test, Cech still needs to snort before waking up, but he woke up without needing to shout and sneer. With such an iron heart, why did he hesitate earlier? Friends?”

Zence Matten frowned subconsciously and thought, “I don’t need friends! I’m the further emperor of humans! I only said that I want friends to break away from that fantasy! That is right!”

This prince nodded and found a strange and counterintuitive excuse for himself.

Seeing that everyone woke up from the fantasies, the fallen angel shadows that were dancing and singing in the sky roared and dashed back into the Heart of Lucifer. Then, the metal sphere started to shake violently.

“What are you guys looking at? Suppress it together! Don’t let it break free from this magic conductor! Its essence is about to be released! Don’t hold back and take in as much as you can!” Qian Jin said as he slapped his hand toward the Heart of Lucifer. Others didn’t hesitate and did the same.

Bam! Bam! Bam…

Everyone in the team put their hands on the Heart of Lucifer, and the powerful forces didn’t break it at all.

Then, the magic conductor forcefully pushed out the immense essence in the Heart of Lucifer.

Duren Burg’s eyes lit up. He instantly activated his bloodline battle form, and his unique ability ‘devour’ was used. The black hole appeared in the center of his palm, and he started to quickly absorb the essence.

At this moment, Qian Jin felt an indescribable sensation. As many negative emotions bombarded his nerves, streaks of warm currents entered his body along with many scenes that he had never seen before.

Those were the scenes when fallen angel bloodline warriors practiced their techniques alone. The fighting techniques were aligned with the change in the four seasons and moved forward, and it seemed like everything made sense.

Then, the fighting techniques reversed and went against everything. It felt like a person was trying to make a path when it was a dead-end and dig out water in the desert; everything was reversed.

It was the same thing with the technique sequences. Two completely different technique sequences appeared and formed two warrior seals.

“This is the [Conformity Defiance Supreme Seal] of the Lucifer Family?” Qian Jin was pleasantly surprised. [Conformity] and [Defiance] were the most powerful fighting techniques of the fallen angel bloodline warriors. They were on par with [Qian] and [Kun] of Qian Family, and the combined [Conformity Defiance Supreme Seal] was just as powerful as [Qian Kun Limitless Seal].

For a moment, all three of Qian Jin’s warrior hearts spun quickly and formed the warrior seals of these two powerful fighting techniques.

Qian Jin felt that his mouth was dry. [Conformity] and [Defiance] warrior seals were almost tearing his warrior hearts and body apart. The arrangement of the technique sequences was far more painful and slower than he expected.

The three warrior hearts were growing and enlarging, but it didn’t seem like they were going to break through and give birth to warrior souls. They were still lacking the fourth type of fire.

The Lucifer Family had more fighting techniques than just [Conformity] and [Defiance], but none of them could get onto the level of these two techniques.

The two ultimate techniques of a bloodline family were completely exposed in front of Qian Jin, and he was dazed by it. Then, he tried his best to absorb the essence of the techniques, the combat experience, and the inspirations during strength elevations.

Some people always said that defiance was the ultimate power, and Conformity lacked far behind it. Under the star, some traveling poets even said things like heaven-defiance. Qian Jin had agreed with such statements before.

However, after reading the inspirations of the ancestors of the Lucifer Family, Qian Jin gradually felt like the power of Conformity wasn’t inferior compared to defiance. Instead, it was probably stronger.

Defiance was only going against the current, which was like being rebellious. However, Conformity was going with the current, which was like similar to the concept of filial piety.

Defiance was coming from a place of selfishness and love for oneself, but Conformity, when practiced at the highest level, was coming from a place of selflessness and love for others, which represented a strong power.

The ancestors of the Lucifer Family mixed their inspirations in life and the combat experience, forming their unique warrior beliefs.

As Qian Jin sensed these great demons’ feelings and experiences, he absorbed the essence and entered a state of mindlessness which never happened before, and all his combat experience linked together. Compared to the warrior power essence, these fighting techniques, experiences, and inspirations were much more meaningful for Qian Jin.

These young people used their methods to absorb essence from the Heart of Lucifer like crazy. The Heart of Lucifer stored too much essence, and these young people were no longer humble and tried to get as much as they could.

Fanta Kunge focused on absorbing the warrior power essence and didn’t even look at the fighting techniques. The Gold Essence Warrior Power had its fighting techniques, so he couldn’t practice the techniques of the Lucifer Family. Even though these fighting techniques were precious, they worth nothing in his eyes.

Duren Burg didn’t only devour the warrior power essence; he also forcefully sucked a few fallen angel shadows into his body. The inspirations contained in those shadows made him feel like he experienced them, and his head almost exploded in pain.

What was the status of these inspirations? Duren Burg didn’t know. He only knew that after they became his memory, his mind felt like a small warehouse that was suddenly packed with many items and went over the capacity.