169 Despicable Demon! (2/2)

”Good, good!” The robin cackled in anger. He listened to the commotion coming from afar, as well as the Royal musician’s music, and his eyes hardened. ”Even if you have half of the sign, you might not be able to keep it…”

Shrill music came from his broken sleeves, and the dying embers on the ground shook abruptly. Fiery blue robins jumped from the flames as if a gate had been opened. Hundreds upon thousands of robins flew out endlessly. They spread their wings, grouped, and swarmed toward Ye Qingxuan!

Ye Qingxuan’s expression changed. He raised his cane to activate Indra’s Eye again, but the surging fire suddenly shook and disappeared. The robin had vanished in the dissipating flames…He escaped?

Ye Qingxuan was stunned. He let out a sigh in relief, but he was still a bit upset. ”Where’s your courage?” he thought. ”I saw you as a man and was going to fight to the death!” But then he realized what the guy had wanted to do. How could he forget? There was still trouble here…

He raised his head slowly and glanced at the one-armed figure. The crippled arm was regenerating from the flesh. Ye Qingxuan looked at the blood-red conch in his pocket and then at the sharp sword peeking out of the other’s sleeve.

He sighed. ”No way, more fighting?” The sword thrusted toward him!

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”It’s so funny seeing dogs fighting each other!” In a hidden room, the robin watched coldly at the fighting figures in the water mirror. He sneered. ”I don’t care if it’s the Professor, Holmes, or those Royal musicians. They won’t get it!”

”The sign was stolen?” The remains of a head trembled in his hands and shook off the hallucinatory frost. A bloody eye opened. Red Eye had escaped from the cage.

”Just half of it.” The robin swallowed the expensive medicine and his burnt skin began to flake off, his flesh regenerating. He stared coldly at Red Eye. ”What use are you if a mere illusion can trap you?”

”A mere illusion? That’s the winter hell created by the Saint Schubert. In its full extent, it can leave a reflection in the aether world!” Red Eye said hoarsely. ”If the Professor hadn’t been defeated by the satanic eye, I would’ve probably died in there. I can’t believe he has weaknesses like that. This guy’s powers keep fluctuating…”

”Whatever.” The robin’s eyes were icy. ”Awaken your spare body.”

Red Eye was taken aback. Hesitation flashed past his eyes. ”Are you sure?”

”Is there anything more important than the Blood Path sign now? Do you want those royal musicians to take everything we’ve accomplished?” The robin gazed at him gravely. ”Awaken the spares and activate the praise ritual.”

Under that stare, Red Eye hesitated but acquiesced. ”…As you wish, my lord.”

As Red Eye chanted quietly, the Codex Calixtinus opened slowly. It reached its peak in an instant. The ritual book that depicted the feast in Hell and chaotic killing had nothing in the end. There was only a black eye. It seemed to stare into the human world from a deep abyss. The messy sketch harnessed an immeasurable amount of wild darkness.

”The long night has arrived,” he heard something murmur from the abyss.