504 Sunrise (1/2)

In the projection of hell, the devils surrounded in flames and smoke lunged at Lucien, Natasha, and the Demigod-lich with the cold wind that could freeze their souls. The succubi inside the bronze castle let out soul-stirring moans… As Maltimus, the Lord of Hell, arrived, the projections of countless devils formed a terrifying legion.

Demigod-lich, who had only a gold skull left, opened his mouth after brief astonishment, releasing an ear-splitting howl that echoed directly in the soul. The quakes spread out, and the intense air of death was rising.

Within the range of the howl from the Demigod-lich, the volcanoes, rocks and, castles remained unchanged, but all of a sudden, a senior-rank devil almost three meters tall who was wielding a fiery sword collapsed without a sound.

As if contaminated by him, the swarm of devils fell like wheat that had been reaped. In only two seconds, the first wave of the devil legion that marched aggressively was annihilated.

”Life Ritual.” After his advancement, it was much easier for Congus to perform the legendary magics. The time gap between the two unique magics that were based on the Land of Dirt, his demiplane, and Demigod-lich, his legendary class, was much shorter than before.

As Congus' voice spread out, the fire from hell turned grey, the stinky swamp was dry and broken, the bronze castle decayed and faded, and the cold wind of death on the silent plain raged even more violently. The devils that had just collapsed rose again, their skin wrinkled and their muscles rotten. With needle-like redness beaming out of their eyes, they turned around and charged at Maltimus, the Lord of Hell.

The extracted vitality was gathered into filthy, dim clouds in the sky that was illuminated by black lightning. Grey water drops poured down toward the Lord of Hell torrentially.

At this moment, Congus's demiplane seemed to have overlapped with the projection of hell. Soul Catchers rose one after another, the giants of death threw rocks, evil beasts commanded the legion of the dead, dozens of stinky skeleton dragons flew in the sky, and countless shadows wandered between illusion and reality unpredictably, making it barely possible to put up any resistance.

Scourge of the Undead!

Although none of the spectres were legendary, they had the advantage in numbers. Now that the Lord of Hell had been stalled by Congus, they could still hurt him.Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please clickfor visiting.

After the space was twisted through the projection of Mountain Paradise, Maltimus' projection here had already reached the level of grand arcanist and close to the peak of legendary. Congus dared not be careless at all.

Lucien and Natasha were both shocked at what they saw. Congus was indeed too imprudent earlier. He did not carry out 10% of his abilities when he dealt with the two kiddos who were only seventh-circle and level seven. If he had treated them with his current attitude, however quick-witted Lucien was and however resolute Natasha was, they could've only died.

The fire that was similar to sulfur was ignited on Maltimus, blocking the dirty rain. He whispered: ”Life Deprivation.”

Bam, bam, bam, bam, bam. The spectres exploded like blooming fireworks.

Eleven silver balls of light suddenly appeared next to Congus. They also expanded and exploded, and it was not until only two of them were left when he finally blocked Maltimus' Life Deprivation.

However, Congus' Undead Scourge had already been wiped out by then!

Inside the ruins, Natasha managed to stab Pale Justice before her to thwart the attack of Life Ritual and Life Deprivation. The sword trembled and hummed violently, emitting the brightness of sacredness and determination, while it protected a tiny range nearby. It seemed that the sword might be broken at any moment.

For Maltimus and Congus, Lucien and Natasha, who had lost their combat abilities, were not worth their attention at all. The aftermath of their attacks could've killed the two of them, had it not been for Pale Justice, which was a legendary weapon for both spectres and devils.

For Congus, if Lucien restored his spiritual power at this moment and could still use his ring, he wouldn't mind working with Lucien temporarily to deal with the Lord of Hell. There were no eternal friends or foes but only eternal interests. However, it was a pity that Lucien absolutely did not have any ability to provide help.

Maltimus, on the other hand, was rather cautious and did not do his best. He was worried that Lucien would set Alterna free at the cost of his own life. However, Alterna, who only had the strength for one attack and who had been weakened by the material world, was not too great a threat for a demigod like him who knew all the details about her.

Swallowing the consciousness of the mysterious existence of the World of Souls, and melting the World of Souls with the hell, were his greatest purposes. Otherwise, he wouldn't have tried so hard to diminish the consciousness of the mysterious existence of the World of Souls. Even if he could not kill it, he could still assimilate it!

”Death Lament.” Congus' spell sounded like an unpredictable, illusionary song, that made the sulfur flames on Maltimus die out dully.

Pale Justice wailed and blocked Death Lament, but it did not seem able to hold on much longer.

Lucien hinted Natasha to draw the longsword and run back when he launched the suicide attack with the strength of Silver Moon Alterna.

However, the ivory light inside Lucien's left hand suddenly expanded. Unhurriedly, it swallowed and digested the remains of the mysterious existence of the World of Souls.

Such quickness, such ease and such an astounding result dumbfounded Lucien, whose head seemed to be illuminated by a light that drove away all the darkness. All the details that had escaped his attention before were now clearly visible.

Why did the mysterious existence of the World of Souls lose control so coincidentally?

Why was it never out of control after he was wounded when he mixed the potion and wrote the paper?

Why was Alterna unable to control her 'appetite' when faced with Asin, if she had been so cautious before, to the point that she took the chance when nobody noticed to the Lord of the Underworld?