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Post by Mollusc on Oct 13, 2019 17:10:55 GMT -6
Mollusc had found out very little about this land but he at least knew he was not back in hell. How he had gotten here and exactly how this place worked was beyond him. Mollusc had to find a way to get out of this mess. Mollusc had beaten down any demon or creature he ran into with the hopes of getting an answer. He had essentially gotten "If I knew I'd of already left." Mollusc was not hopefully because of that. Maybe he was going to be stuck down here for the rest of his life. The worst part was he was a ghost. Maybe he'd not die and just exist here for all of history. Mollusc really doubted that anyone could grow crops on these rock stumps. He had been flying around for six hours and all he had seen were these floating rocks and demons fighting upon them. This place was truly chaos incarnate. Mollusc knew he needed some sort of guide to bring him to where the life was. He was sure that these demons had somewhere they all came from. This place could not just be a bunch of rocks floating in the vastness of space?
Powerlevel:114,000
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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2019 16:58:04 GMT -6
"DIE!" The unfortunate imp that had been in her life of fire was now little but a stain upon one of the many broken stone formations in the drifts. Sickly yellow blood had splattered across Maserat and her kanabo, some of the liquid evaporating as soon as it come into contact with her super-heated skin. A scowl crossed her face as the small wounds she'd suffered began to knit themselves shut. The Tesslarman had grown used to the constant incursions by lesser demons... and how they were popped out of the Demon Realm's underbelly like rabbits. They weren't particularly dangerous or lethal, just annoying. Being annoying was all it took, though.
She'd been about to call it a day when a energy signature popped out of nowhere, Maserat whirling around but not initially seeing anything behind her. It was... worryingly high. Not as oppressive as Sensoa's had been, but still more than enough to punt her to heaven and back in a single kick. This was bad. If she had the misfortune to run across a less accepting Demon Lord, the Tesslarman would end up just like the poor Demon she had squished - little more than blood splattering the rocks.
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Post by Mollusc on Oct 14, 2019 17:42:56 GMT -6
Mollusc turned his head as he felt a new power rise up. He had not sensed it before and it was quite strong. He was unsure how he had been unable to pick it up moments before. He focused his ki to figure out where the person exactly was. He picked up the power location and began to fly over. Mollusc landed and turned his head to see the tall woman who he knew was not a demon. She looked a lot those Tesslarmen he had sen before. Guess the name was a bit of a lie she clearly was not a man. Not that it mattered her power gave him pause. She was nearly as strong as that Lamb fellow. He would not be foolish to assume she could not fight. Though he was going to just for direction he'd hopefully not have to worry about fighting her. Mollusc waved, "Hello there how are you doing. You know where we are in Demon Realm right now?" Hopefully, he could then ask how to get somewhere in the demon realm maybe a city? There he could find the information that is useful to him.
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