Chapter 735 - Demonic Possession, Tervilles Transformation and Several Century-Old Demon (1/2)

Day 154 - 8:32 PM - Matutinao Elementary School, Barangay Matutinao, Municipality of Badian, Province of Cebu

Facing an overwhelmingly powerful enemy, Terville decided not to flee but to fight. It was even if he had to sell his body to the demon whispering in his ear.

Tamawos was a prideful race in terms of battles. Their seasoned warriors would not prone to flee from a fight. Even if they were facing a losing battle, they would use any means left and try to win instead of escaping. It was until they used up all their cards that they would try to flee or surrender. Of course, most often, it was already late.

In the least, they died a warrior's death.

With his body still shaking from the backlash, Terville stood up, wiping the blood on his face. He gave Mark and his group a hateful stare.

”Why are you Demons meddling with our plans? Are you helping that son of an exiled bastard?”

Terville spoke. This time, however, it was not Cebuano but in Spirit language.

This made the other Tamawos stare at Terville as they had yet to realize that the group of humans in front of them were not humans but Demons.

The human slaves, and even Emika and Pearl, could only become confused while hearing Terville speak.

Spirit Language, Demonic Language, and even other languages used by magical races were something that regular humans would have a hard time understanding. These languages were not just like Chinese or Japanese being spoken in an English country. Instead, it sounded like gibberish they could not hear clearly, even if it reverberated inside their ears with an echo.

It was like what Pefile said to Mark when they first met. Mark, at that time, would not be able to understand his real name and introduced himself using his mortal name. After all, back then, Mark was still not a Demon.

The reason for this was because these languages were not just spoken in a physical tongue. These magical languages were intonations imbued with magical energy to transmit intention, meaning, and emotion. To creatures with no magical affinity, most humans, for example, would not be able to understand these languages even if they studied them forever.

And to Terville's question, Mark replied.

”Why are you still asking that question? If you already realized whose son he was, then there's no need to ask.”

”So, that's the reason the King's Mark was resonating. This is just a diversion, isn't it?” Terville smirked. ”That cowardly prince must be in our tribe already, right? How stupid. He won't get out from there alive.”

”You should worry about yourself first.” Mark smiled sinisterly. ”Don't think that a contract with a Demon Spirit can save you.”

Those words from Mark made Terville step backward. It was not Terville's reflex but Terrae that had already fused with his body.

”Tsk...”

Terville clicked his tongue, no it was not Terville. His expression had already changed, and black pigments already started to cover his pale skin.

”I didn't expect this, but you actually noticed me,” Terrae spoke in which shocked all the Tamawos around them. ”But you shouldn't be too full of yourself.”

The shocked Tamawos watched their leader as his body transformed. The already tall Terville grew even taller with his arms and legs stretching out of proportion. His skin bloated and popped as his bones stretched and elongated. The black pigmentations started to grow metallic protrusions which appeared to be incomplete armor pieces on his body. His silver hair changed into a sinisterly blood-red color. The pale pupils in Terville's eyes grew into a horizontal golden line across his eyeballs.

It took only seconds of grotesque transformation until Terville turned into a five-meter giant with a slumped posture and imperfect body proportions.

”Damn,” Mark raised his head to observe the abomination that Terville turned into. ”He looks like a n.a.k.e.d Evangelion.”

Mark was not wrong in a sense. Terville's current body proportion looked like an EVA unit, with his arms, legs, and abdomen being unnaturally thin compared to his shoulders, c.h.e.s.t, waist, and head. It would give anyone that saw it the thought that it could not stand on its own with that kind of thin limbs.

”Hahahaha!!! FINALLY!!!” Terrae roared in glee. ”Then, I'll grant your last wish Terville! Kill the enemies that ruined your plans!”

SWOOSH!

Terrae, without warning, made a grabbing gesture towards Mark.

In everyone's eyes, however, it looked like his arms vanished all of a sudden, and all they could feel was the air current created by his extremely fast movements.

BAM!

All of a sudden, Terrae was kneeling on the ground with his right hand slamming on where Mark stood. The impact caused the ground below his hand to crumble. Debris flew everywhere, and the Tamawos were thrown around by the force of the attack.

However, Mark, the girls, and Mei were nowhere around the hand that fell to the ground.

”You're incredibly fast compared to your size, Demon Spirit.”

Mark's voice was heard, and the dust caused by Terrae's attack was blown away.

Away from Terrae's attack, Mark's group was already standing together with Chaflar, Pearl, and Edzel.

Mark then turned to everyone.

”All of you retreat. I'll deal with this guy here.”

None had questions, and the girls silently followed their Papa's orders.

The only ones who had something to say were the slaves that they decided to bring away.

”Wait! My daughter! She's still charmed by these monsters! Please... Save her...”

It was a middle-aged man that spoke Tagalog. By his looks, he was not a local and was most likely a tourist. His voice started strong. But as he remembered the state his daughter was in, his voice began to crumble.

Mark then looked at the man.

”The charmed women are already out of this place.” Mark then tapped Chalfar's head. ”This guy will bring you all to them.”

Those words made not only the middle-aged man but also some other slaves shed tears. Finally, they were leaving this place, and their beloved relatives charmed by Tamawos were also saved.

”Wait! What about us!”

The thick-skinned slaves that sided with the fat slave earlier cried out, seeing that Mark's group were already prepared to leave. Some of them tried to run towards the group in fear as they looked at what Terville turned into.

But before they could even reach half the distance...

”ACK!”

They all fell on their knees.

Mark was glaring at them with his eyes glowing red.

”Just be glad I didn't kill you people in the spot. Heh, your current fate, you all earned it.”

Suddenly, Mark brandished his shield, the [Defier], out of nowhere. His arms and legs glowed red as he dashed forwards.

BAM!

The impact caused a shockwave in the surroundings blowing everything around. Mei and the others were unscathed as they were behind Mark. Nonetheless, they felt the wind around them blowing as strong as a tornado.