Awakening 2

This meant that with the same amount of resources, his strengthening speed was at least 20 times faster than other devils.

This was something a normal devil could not even dream of. Moreover, other than the most basic strengthening of his body and soul, the system's most important ability was to use evolution points to evolve all kinds of abilities.

Depending on the strength of the ability, the required evolution points would also be different.

Thinking about this, he could not help but look at the other devil eggs. Aslon understood that the first fortune of his devils life would be them.

He clearly remembered that when he was just born, the eggs on the riverbank were still very quiet. Now, there were already some eggs that were constantly making strange noises. This was a sign that the body was nearing maturity. It could be assumed that new 'compatriots' would be born soon.

Seeing this scene, Aslon was very moved. As a result, he set the system to automatically use half of the evolution points to strengthen his body and soul, and the other half to store as reserves.

Then, he held the stone and smashed it one by one from near to far.

For creatures like devils, even after gaining intelligence, they did not have any feelings for their compatriots. Moreover, young devils that did not have intelligence and only had wild instincts were even more so. Only the strong could walk out of this riverbank and reach the other layers of the abyss. Those that were not qualified would either become the stepping stones of other devils, or they would be reborn the next time the River Styx rose. There was no third choice.

Pa!

Pa!

The sound of eggs being smashed began to reverberate in this corner of the riverbank. The surrounding devil eggs seemed to have felt the danger and began to become restless.

Aslon did not choose to devour the flesh of the demons. This was because eating the flesh mouthful by mouthful was too slow. It would take him several minutes to finish eating one, which would seriously slow down his efficiency. Thus, he chose to save the big and throw away the small. He only wanted the souls of the devils.

The formless souls could be squeezed into a ball and eaten like a candy, one at a time. It was very practical!

Although he only used half of the evolution points to strengthen himself, Aslon could clearly feel his body becoming stronger as he continued to kill. Not long ago, he could only pick up two stones with one hand. This indescribably wonderful feeling caused him to become immersed in it.

The blood in his eyes unconsciously began to deepen. His past humanity was gradually being eroded by the killing instinct of a abyssal devil.

Although Aslon could feel it, he did not have any thoughts about it. This was because he was currently an abyssal devil. Although brutality would affect his personality, it would not affect his rationality. This was a part of him as a devil.

Unlike humans who had flesh and blood, just like how killing was the foundation of a devil, brutality, greed, and destruction were also the main factors that formed Aslon. His existence contained a small part of the endless evil of the multiverse.

There was nothing that could remain untainted from the mud. He was the mud, he was the evil!

Kacha, kacha …

As if it was a signal, countless devil eggs on the banks of the Styx began to crack open slowly.

All kinds of roars and roars began to fill the air.

The newborn devils all looked different. Some looked like insects, some looked like humans, and some looked like beasts. Some even looked like a wriggling lump of meat.

After they instinctively roared at the outside world, they all began to eat their own eggshells to replenish their nutrition. After eating their own eggshells, they set their sights on the eggs that developed later and had not hatched, as well as the weaker-looking devils around them. Every devil's instinct urged them to become stronger quickly, otherwise they would only become nutrients for others. Losers had no right to live.

The killing had begun!

Driven by their killing instinct, they used their sharp teeth, tails, claws, tentacles, and stones to kill their respective targets.

They might be hunters, or they might be prey, but no one knew who would win or lose.

At this moment, the boundless riverbank was sprinkled with the blood of young devils. The most basic law of the Abyss was completely revealed at this moment. To kill, to plunder, to devour, to turn everything into one's own nourishment.

There was no mercy, nor was there any mercy. Only the victors who were drenched in blood could walk out of the riverbank as demons, bringing slaughter and destruction to everything.

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