The Devil's Evolution Catalog

Chapter 154: The Captives of the Two Races Part 1

So far the battle preparations were proceeding smoothly; in other words, I was working my ass off right now.

It felt like every single task required my personal attention. Not to brag, but without me, these potatoes probably wouldnt even know their heads from their tails. As for how I knew this, thats simple. Because they were potatoes.

Naturally, not all of them were that stupid, and simply lacked the required experience to complete the task; thus, their progress was painfully slow. Given time, Im sure their speed would slowly improve. The main problem was that there was some devils who were simply potatoing around.

For example, remember those bone javelins I earmarked for my harpy air force? The materials required to craft them were bones and even more bones. However, bones from the undead skeletons werent usable as they became brittle once they lost their soul flames. In that case, we had to use the bones from the other life forms in the prison.

We would hunt the Abaddon Rodents, the dogmen and whatever other weak races we encountered. The benefits to this was that we not only gathered souls and gained meat to feast on, some of their longer bones could be turned into spearssomehow, it felt like I was turning more and more evil by the day. Im basically picking apart all my enemies at this point.

The task of grinding the bones was actually really simple; it was basically mindless labor. However, heres where the problem came in. Who was the one in charge of this task? No.5, thats who. This little potatoback when I asked if he could do it, he said yes without any hesitation; yet, just a few days later, he was basically back to his lazy self. The entire task was thrown to his adjutant seeing as I basically had no time to monitor him, at least thats what he thought.

After finally climbing out of that mountain of work I had to settle, I found that a certain portion of my devils were loafing around. The leader of these lazy bums was none other than No.5. Naturally, he received his usual serving of tender loving care from No.3 as his reward. However, that beating would knock some sense into him. If he didnt learn his lesson, Ill just have to get some of my more unique devils to clean out his chrysanthemum. Trust me, Id do it if he forces me.

(TL: For those of you who dont know, the chrysanthemum is a flower that is used as a euphemism for the anus, and clean out his chrysanthemum *cough* you know where Im going with this)

As for training the harpies to throw the javelins, I didnt have to worry as much about that seeing as it was supervised by my three lovely monster girls, Numila, Eugenia and Elena. They promised to do their best, and that they did. They worked so hard that they even started to argue

Dearest, this ones subordinates have already mastered throwing the javelins and their accuracy isnt too bad either.

This ones clan is better than yours!

Elena will work hard too.

Numilas peeved mode: This harpys clan is the greatest!

Eugenias whatever mode: This ones clan is even greater!

Elenas calm mode: Elena trained them well, mhm.

Then, as the first two harpies were busy arguing with each other, Elena took the opportunity to pounce on me, hugging me tightly.

Hugs

Ah! You actually dare to hug this harpys fiance without this harpys approval, this harpy will kill you!

Elena, you pulled a fast one on us again! Damn it, this one wants a hug too! Having said that, Eugenia leaped over as well and hugged me from behind

You twohow dare you two! This harpy will teach you two a lesson

This time, Numila was truly miffed. The perpetually revolving Flametail started to radiate a frightening amount of heat, then a chaotic battle startedagain.

Such occurrences took place once or twice a day and I was basically used to it by now.

Speaking of which, Mimiya and her birdbrain brother Mo Xixidi were relatively well-behaved in comparison. Mimiya was satisfied as long as she had a show to watch. Getting this troublemaker to help out wasnt really a realistic plan; however, as long as she stayed out of trouble I was alright with it. Right now, she was probably busy with Vick. Regarding these two little scamps, the combination of their playfulness could only be described as torturous, I just hoped they didnt set their eyes on any innocent devils.

Xixidi on the other hand was more obedient than his sister. As long as he was fed, he didnt mind being a pig. Mhm, a demonic pig.

As for Mo Enhe was basically the same as his son. Whenever I asked him to help, he would crawl pitifully while lying on the ground, all the while displaying a Im dying look on his face. Ah, once a devil gets old, theres no helping it

In the end, the only helpful one of this bunch was Mo Ens wife, the lust demon Julia. Julia was an extremely intelligent girl. After a round of testing, I found out that her management skills werent too bad, and best of all, she had the talents for Dark Alchemy.

While I still didnt understand why the grimoire was being such a pain about letting her touch it, its not like I needed the grimoire to teach Julia Dark Alchemy; I could teach her myself.

Dark Alchemy wasnt really a complicated field; rather, I should say that the Dark Alchemy spells I knew werent complicated. All you had to do was create a mana whirlpool, toss the ingredients inside, set the designs, input the mana and thats it, all done.

Basically, if you took away the chants and the magical array, that was all it took to craft an item.

Julia didnt disappoint in this aspect. In just two days, she picked up the skill and was able to craft her very first alchemical weapon. Given her larger pool of mana, Im sure that her crafting efficiency would be a lot higher than mine. At least that was what I thought

My liege, this subordinate is worthless. Despite being a four-star primal lust demon, this servants crafting speed isnt even half of my lieges speed. Not only that, the strength of the weapons areif only this subordinate wasnt so useless, your lordship wouldnt have to work so hard. Its all this servants fault, this servant is worthless, please punish this servant.

Within this cave filled with bones, Julia was currently prostrating herself before me with her forehead lowered to the point that it touched the ground. Despite her hidden face, I could clearly hear the despair and sadness in her voice.

Dont be like that, its not your fault. Youve done well already. Youre the only one who can help me in this field so dont be so hard on yourself. Besidesthe reason Im able to craft so well is because of the Grimoire of the Dead.

I got her to stand up first before I began recounting how I obtained this miraculous book, while at the same time, telling her of its powers.

Wow, so this grimoire is actually so formidable, the first time I saw it, I already knew that it wasnt some ordinary object As she said that, she threw me a fervent look of worship that was a little too impassioned for me. I bet if I got her to lay on the ground and let me have my way with her, she would probably do sohowever, wouldnt that make Mo En a cuckold. Plus, my pee pee was still on a holiday. MORE IMPORTANTLY, Im not kind of person. Back on Earth, this brother was known as the Prince of Morals!

The grimoire was able to reduce the mana consumption of my Dark Alchemy while simultaneously boosting its effectiveness. That was why my crafting efficiency was so much better than Julias despite my lower mana pool.

I bet youre tired by now, how about we take a rest for now. Ill take a walk outside and see how the others are doing. Having crafted nearly a hundred weapons of various types, both Julia and I were tuckered out from all the casting. While we both had an endless supply of souls to feed us mana, we were after all, living creatures, and living creatures would get tired after working for so long.

On this point, both devils and humans were the same.

As she wiped the sweat from her forehead, Julias body radiated the seductive charms of a young married woman. This was especially so for those dangerous weapons of hers that were wrapped in fur

Each time she breathed, they would jiggle a little. Truly a terrifying sightsometimes I worry that they might just burst out of their flimsy bindings.

Err, Im not lusting after another persons wife, I just felt that she wasnt wearing enough clothes. Hopefully, she realizes this and corrects this problem. Its not like I could tell her this straight to her face. No, thats simply too embarrassing. Thats why I have no choice but to communicate with my eyes; mhm, hopefully she will learn this art of eye communication one day.

Having left her side temporarily, I walked out of the cave. Hmmm, sure was lively outside, I bet its Habona and her hunting party.

It went pretty smoothly. That was the answer I got after greeting the werewolf.

Her task right now was to take charge of the hunting party, not only that, this hunting expedition wasnt any old hunting trip. It required that she hunted further away from the nest than usual seeing as she not only had to bring back food, but intelligence as well; intelligence about the surrounding races.

Our current alliance was basically set in stone already. It was mainly comprised of the devils, the harpies, the demonic werewolves and the medusas. As for the hellhounds and half-orcs whose numbers were simply too little, they counted as part of the devils faction seeing as they were my subordinates anyway.

Habonas task was to find any other clans from these four races and recruit them into our alliance. If they werent willing to join us, that wasnt a problem either. After killing their leader and enslaving them, Im sure they would be a lot more receptive to our alliance.

The demonic werewolves and the medusas were simply too rare; other than Habonas and Manashas clans, we didnt find any other clans of their kind in the prison.

During this trip, Habona stumbled upon a pack of lizardmen who she brought back with herhmm, about a hundred of them. Putting aside the brief glance I got of them when we tried to rescue Harlow from the harpies, this was the first time Ive gotten a good look at these lizards.

Lizardmen were basically bipedal lizardssounds strange.

In truth, these strange lizards had another name, drakeman; in other words, pseudo-dragonman. Because the western dragons were basically giant lizards with wings, it wasnt really a stretch to imagine that these lizards had some connection to the fearsome dragons. Of course, it could just be them trying to cook up some sort of fake connection. In light of that, I couldnt really say for sure if that name was an insult or an honorable one.

The lizardmen were all over two meters tall. While they were still shorter than the demonic werewolves, it wasnt by much. Their scales werent particularly sturdy looking, while their appearances werewell, theyre lizards, what do you expect them to look like?

They are the lizardmen from Abaddon, basically they arent any different from any other lizardmen. For the sake of differentiating them, you may call them Abaddon Lizardmen if you want. Habona pointed at one of the despondent lizardmen and said: Originally, I wanted to recruit them, but their leader wasnt willing, so I got rid of him and brought back these 108 slaves. Their combat strength isnt too bad, all they need is some training and weapons and they should be rather outstanding warriors.

Speaking of which, were the Abaddon Rodents in the same boat as well? The Abaddon tag was simply to differentiate their origins in the same way that there were Chinese, Americans and Japanese.

Before I could continue talking to Habona, I heard some stirring a distance away. From the sound of it, it was probably another hunting party.

Looking around, I came upon the sight of the hunting party led by Manasha. On top of bringing back some loot, she brought back a giant pack of slightly deformed looking Abaddon Rodents.

Seeing me next to Habona, Manasha, Majosha and Harlow came over to greet us.

Our hunting trip was a rather fruitful one. Not only did we procure a bunch of materials, we even managed to capture over two hundred Abaddon Rodents. Having said that, she pointed at the imps who were busy carting off the bones: Your henchmen arent too bad either. Their combat strength is kind of bad but they are pretty good laborers.

What do you mean pretty good laborerswere they only worth that much in your eyes?