Betrayed by the Succubus, I Raise a Twelve-winged Angel

Chapter 435 - 436: The Gradually Awakening Human Race

Clara’s small body trembled slightly.

She looked at Aster Grant, who resembled a ghost, with fear in her eyes, yet she forced herself to muster courage.

This ghostly brother, though somewhat terrifying in appearance.

But when she remembered that it was this ghostly brother who revived her father, her gratitude overshadowed her instinctive fear.

Therefore, even though thoughts of facing those two terrifying Demon Clan Lords made her nearly cry out in fear.

She still gathered all her strength to utter a request for guidance.

Aster Grant slowly squatted down and gently picked up the slender but brave little girl.

The little girl’s body was very light, carrying the scent of mine dust and a slight chill.

"Aren’t you afraid?"

Clara nodded vigorously at first, and then as if convincing herself, she shook her head hard.

"I... I believe in the Divine Envoy!"

However, Aster Grant slowly shook his head.

He leaned close to Clara’s ear and spoke in a voice only she could hear:

"I’m not a Divine Envoy. I’m just an ordinary person, like you."

"It’s just that I’ve been a bit luckier, having gained some... power."

Those words were like a thunderclap in Clara’s simple world!

Ordinary person?!

Just like her... an ordinary person?!

How is this possible?!

How can an ordinary person be translucent?

How can an ordinary person instantly kill that terrifying Demon Clan?

How can an ordinary person bring her dead father back to life?

Clara was completely stunned, her big, clear eyes filled with confusion.

Her worldview had been overturned.

All along, the Demon Clan had been powerful and invincible.

Yet now, someone who effortlessly defeated the Demon Clan told her....

He was just an ordinary person?

These words were like a light, splitting open the long-oppressed darkness within her heart.

If...

If ordinary people can also possess power...

Doesn’t this mean...

She, her father, and everyone in the mines might have a chance...

To no longer be at the mercy of demons?

She could also... protect the people she wanted to protect?

Aster Grant looked at the flickering light in the eyes of the girl in his arms, and nodded slightly in his heart.

He had said it on purpose.

Saving a group of people is easy, but enabling them to stand independently in the future is the real challenge.

He couldn’t protect them forever, nor would he always remain in the Demon Abyss.

Leaving the legacy of the Beast Tamer was the long-term plan.

And choosing a leader with resilience, courage, and hope was crucial.

He was disappointed by the performance of the adult miners earlier.

Instead, this little girl named Clara...

Displayed the courage and responsibility of a leader.

Then Aster Grant shifted his gaze from Clara to once again survey the anxious adult miners.

If they were destined to be nothing but a mess of weaklings...

At least, Clara’s bravery, like a stone thrown into a still pond, stirred ripples.

"Even... even Clara dares, what face do we adults have to shrink back?"

"If it means death, so be it! After years of being stifled, we might as well make a stand!"

"Yes! With the Divine Envoy here, what do we have to fear? Let’s fight them!"

Among the crowd, low voices of determined resolve began to rise.

When one person spoke, others responded, and gradually, fear seemed to be overshadowed by a bloodlust suppressed for too long and finally bursting out.

Their gazes towards Aster Grant were no longer purely pleading but now carried a hint of a desperate resolve to fight.

Seeing this scene, Aster Grant finally nodded in satisfaction.

The unyielding spirit of the Human Race had not been completely extinguished.

The elder miner, at this moment, seemed also to have made a decision.

He took a deep breath and walked up to Aster Grant, bowing deeply:

"Divine Envoy, I know the way in the mines well, let me lead the way! Clara is still young, don’t scare her."

Aster Grant nodded, gently putting Clara down and patting her head:

"Wait here, and protect your father well."

Then, the group headed towards the center of the mine.

Meanwhile, inside Aster Grant’s Beastbond Space.

Isabelle was pacing back and forth nervously, her dragon tail twitching uneasily.

When Aster Grant had informed her of the plan, she almost screamed!

She knew her own strength very well!

With the Dragon Clan’s powerful physique and talent, she had confidence against Monarch Level opponents, but these were Totem Level!

Entities a whole realm higher than her! No, two!

And expecting her to defeat them instantly?

How could that be possible?!

Panic and regret surged through her like a tide.

She regretted not studying hard in the past on Dragon Island.

Why was she always lazy and playful?

If she had mastered the Law Body, the Dragon Clan’s most powerful skill, how could she be in such a state now?

Moreover, she could sense, through the temporary contract, the calm, unruffled emotions of Aster Grant

This only added to her anxiety.

Was Aster Grant overestimating her?

What if she failed?

Wouldn’t that doom everyone?

Aster Grant was certainly aware of Isabelle’s fear, but he did not offer any words of comfort.

Nor did he reveal that he possessed Talents like Sovereign and Soul-devouring that could greatly enhance her combat ability.

He needed Isabelle to bear this pressure!

Isabelle already had the slightest law ripples flowing around her; she was just one step away from truly Awakening the Dragon Clan’s strongest skill...

Thus, he needed to push her to take that step on her own!

Soon, guided by the miner.

Aster Grant navigated through the complex, fetid mine paths and arrived at a massive underground cavern.

The place was brightly lit; the rock walls embedded with more Demonic Crystal Stones emitted a faint glow, and the air was thick with the stench of demonic qi and blood.

In the center of the cavern was a vast open space, where over ten thousand emaciated, hollow-eyed Human Race miners huddled together like lambs awaiting slaughter.

At the far end of the open space was a high platform built from Demon Stones.

Atop the platform sat two figures exuding a suffocating pressure.

They were the two Totem Level Demon Clan leaders!

At the moment, they seemed to be discussing something.

"The Demon God has decreed, and the Demon Abyss army will soon conquer a new plane!"

"Demand for Demon Stones on the front line has surged! The output here must be increased by thirty percent!"

One Demon Clan member spoke.

The other Demon Clan member let out a low chuckle, carelessly waving its claw:

"Don’t worry! There’s still plenty of these two-legged sheep!"

"Starting tomorrow, extend their working hours by five more hours!"

"If some die from exhaustion, just bring in another batch from the other mines! Make sure the army’s needs are met!"

"Hmm! Then let it be so! With increased production, you and I can gain merit before the Demon God."

Then, following their decision, the voice of a King Level Demon Clan overseer echoed throughout the area:

"By order of the Lords! From now on, all miners’ work hours are to be increased to twenty hours a day!"

"Anyone who dares slack—will die!"

This order instantly caused a commotion in the crowd.

Twenty hours?!

This is nearly working without sleep!

It’s obviously a plan to work them to death!

Suppressed sobs and desperate sighs spread among the crowd, but the prolonged oppression left them without even the courage to protest loudly.

"Hmph!"

A cold snort from the Demon Clan on the platform, their terrifying aura unfolded.

Instantly, all commotion ceased, leaving only a deathly silence.

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