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1591 Deciphering the Demonic Voice!

In a private chamber on the top floor of the Hall of Heroes…

A giant timer had been hung up. The number indicated that Nikai had been imprisoned in the undersea demon palace for nine hours and seventeen minutes. As the numbers increased, Nikai’s situation grew more and more dangerous.

New warriors were constantly rushing into the private room. The workers handed them earphones and record crystals, and then the warriors with high levels of Demon Blood sat around the room, closing their eyes or spinning pencils around in their hands. There were some people who even laid down on sofas, relaxing their bodies completely and looking up at the ceiling.

When Xia Fan entered the private chamber, Calvinson immediately waved him over and personally gave him a crystal and earphones.

“You’re a talent only seen every fifty years, possessing six-star potential and the highest tier of Demon Blood. In this emergency, I hope that you can help us out,” Calvinson told him.

Xia Fan weighed the record crystal and frowned. “I naturally want to help, but I don’t understand anything about Demonic Voices. I only heard them a few times during the Awakening classes.”

“You don’t need to understand it.” Calvinson placed a hand on Xia Fan’s shoulder. “Demonic Voices that contain information are completely different from the Demonic Voices that you heard in class that can Awaken your potential. Nobody can explain the exact principles. If we were able to thoroughly research Demonic Voices, we wouldn’t be in such a frantic state right now.

“All you need to remember is that if you manage to form an image in your mind, that means you’ve understood the Demonic Voice. The picture will be a map of the Demon Palace, showing which paths you can take, which paths you can’t, and where the traps are located. This important information is all contained in the Demonic Voice. Anyone who can understand the Demonic Voice can help Nikai escape her predicament.

“Besides that, there’s nothing I can teach you. Just do your best.”

Xia Fan nodded. “Can I go to the balcony? This room is a little stuffy.”

Calvinson shook his head. “No. The doors and windows are all sealed so that nobody jumps off a balcony if they lose their minds to the Demonic Voice.

“The medical team is on stand-by. If you feel uncomfortable, immediately ask for help. Interacting with Demonic Voices is very dangerous, and can easily lead to madness. It’s okay for experienced warriors, but as you’re a newcomer who only recently arrived at Subduing Demon City, you must be careful.”

Deciphering Demonic Voices seemed rather dangerous…

As Xia Fan grumbled to himself, he walked into the room and claimed a leather sofa with armrests in a corner. There were drinks and snacks on the side table. Perhaps to prevent someone who had gone crazy from hurting themselves, the materials used to hold the drinks and food were made from some kind of plastic.

“It’s up to you now. As a Demon Dragon, you should at least be able to understand Demonic Voices, right?” Xia Fan communicated with Cid Raleigh.

‘To tell the truth, I quite like that girl Nikai. Unfortunately, I can’t help you,’ Cid Raleigh replied.

“What are you trying to pull? If you can’t even understand Demonic Voices, what sort of Demon Dragon are you? Are you just pretending to be one?” Xia Fan grumbled.

Cid Raleigh replied helplessly, ‘Why would I trick you? While I might be a Demon Dragon, I’m an ancient demon, okay? I’m enemies with Harikane.

‘It’s like two countries at war. Are you going to just let your enemy listen in on your secret messages? Our Demonic Voices are completely different from the Demonic Voices of Harikane’s lineage!”

Xia Fan was rather disappointed. Demonic Voices were different from languages. It was a form of mental communication, and not even the most advanced translation chips could decipher them.

Putting on the earphones, he heard a sound like a howling wind, a grade 17 gale ravaging a desert and whistling off into the distance, carrying with it a sky full of gravel and sand.

What sort of throat could produce such a fantastic sound?

Xia Fan looked around and saw that everyone had serious expressions. Le Jiajia was wearing her earphones as she drew rapidly on a white sheet of paper, something like the map of a maze. It seemed like she had sensed something from the Demonic Voice, but she quickly rejected her conclusion, balling up the paper and throwing it into the trash.

Dongfang He and Jia Yuntian were scarily serious. It was easy to tell that they were more anxious than anyone else. Jia Yuntian had such a serious expression that it was like everyone here owed him money. As for Dongfang He, his eyes were closed in thought, and he held a hand to his forehead, like he was posing for a statue. He panted for breath as he kept thinking, like he was fighting a battle where his entire family was on the line!

The teachers and some experienced warriors were engaging in some whispered arguments. They were very gifted, and all of them had managed to get fragments of information from the Demonic Voice. Alas, their level of comprehension was somewhat low, like looking at a leopard through a pipe, and only seeing a spot!

Xia Fan closed his eyes and focused on listening to the chaotic sound. After all, he wasn’t some cold-blooded animal. He also had a good impression of Nikai, so he had to at least try. Even though Nikai didn’t really have a relationship with Xia Fan, any normal man wouldn’t be able to just watch as a beauty like the goddess was lost.

‘You’re too nervous,’ Cid Raleigh told him. ‘Demonic Voices need to be comprehended. The sound is only the surface. What’s really important is the will the sound is trying to communicate. If you can connect to that will, you will naturally comprehend it.’

Xia Fan listened to Cid Raleigh and relaxed completely. At the start, the Demonic Voice was very piercing, but over time, he gradually grew used to it, like it was a naughty and mischievous child. While he would annoy you every day, when you sent him off to kindergarten, you would find the house eerily silent, like something was missing, and you would start to miss the naughty child.

After some time, Xia Fan started to feel drowsy. He had grown completely used to the Demonic Voice, treating it like a lullaby. Suddenly, Xia Fan felt like he saw a light.

Eh?

Surprised, Xia Fan found that he was at the entrance to a long passage. Outside were countless human-shaped statues with somber expressions, with long blades made from the spines of beasts on their backs. Like a group of suicide soldiers, they gazed off into the distance impassively.

Xia Fan raised his head. “I think I see something!”

The private chamber fell silent. Countless people turned to Xia Fan. When they saw that it was the young man who had entered the city not too long ago, they all displayed shock. Some people sighed while others complained. Xia Fan’s sudden words had disturbed their comprehension of the Demonic Voice.

“What are you talking about? All Demonic Voices cause illusions, but you have to determine if what you see is true or false.”

“He’s still too young. Actually, everyone sees something in the Demonic Voice, but if it’s only a few fragmentary images or details, it can’t be considered comprehension. Shouting like this only disrupts the progress of others.”

The elders were grumbling. Xia Fan’s teacher Turan was also present, seeming rather embarrassed. He quickly took off his earphones and walked up to Xia Fan, whispering, “Speak a little softer. Everyone’s staring! Can you tell me what you saw?”

“Statues, a lot of humanoid statues! They have blades of white bone on their back, seemingly made from the spines of beasts. There’s also a long corridor leading off into the unknown.” Xia Fan kept his eyes closed as he spoke, worried that if he opened his eyes, he would lose what he was seeing.

Plush!

Turan almost threw up blood, leaping like a cat that had had its tail stomped on and almost jumping onto the side table next to Xia Fan.

“It’s the White Bone Legion!”

“Could he really have gotten in!?”

“Impossible! He hasn’t been in Subduing Demon City for very long at all, and he can already comprehend Demonic Voices?”

Xia Fan’s description sent waves through the room. Almost everyone stood up, with Dongfang He and Jia Yuntian excitedly running over.

“Did you tell Xia Fan about the White Bone Legion?” Turan asked Calvinson.

Calvinson shook his head. “Not at all. Xia Fan has very high levels of Demon Blood, but he lacks experience, so I only brought him over so that he could have a try. I didn’t actually think that he would actually comprehend the Demonic Voice.”

Turan said, “But he’s seeing the White Bone Legion! Where Nikai is imprisoned has many statues of the White Bone Legion, as well as a long corridor.”

“There’s no rush. Let me ask him for a few more details,” Calvinson said in an abnormally calm voice.

The direction of the water flow, the giant pit, the locations of the White Bone Legion statues…

There was no doubt that Xia Fan had read the information in the Demonic Voice, and his mind seemed to be in that mysterious Demon Palace.

“Success! He really did it!”

“Contact Cotillard at once!”

“Does Xia Fan need to speak with City Lord Cotillard?”

“No! Have Xia Fan speak directly with Nikai! At once!”

Everyone in the private chamber was in an uproar. The workers nervously got in touch with the Northern Sea, and then used the transfer ability of the communication crystals to establish a channel between Xia Fan and Nikai.

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Xia Fan felt two hands pressing on his shoulders, one trembling and fiery hot, while the other was stable and cold.

“Save Nikai! You have to save Nikai! I, Dongfang He, swear to the heavens that I will definitely pay you back! I will give you whatever you want!” Dongfang He’s voice rang out in his ear. Xia Fan didn’t dare to open his eyes, but he could guess that Dongfang He was probably very excited, because he was the owner of that fiery hand that was pumping with blood.

“Whether you succeed or fail, I owe you a favor.”

That voice belonged to Jia Yuntian. Cold-faced Jia was truly calm. He would owe Xia Fan a favor whether it was a success or failure? He had clearly thought carefully about those words.

“Connection established!”

“You can start conversing now!” a worker shouted.

Whoosh!

Xia Fan exhaled. The thought that he was the only one who could lead Nikai out safely had him rather nervous.