Chapter 112 - The Trial 4 (2/2)
“In simpler terms, I have been saving my strength to fight against you two.”
Loengreen sharply opened his golden eyes.
Immediately, his demonic energy blazed fiercely, and the air around him dropped in temperature and froze.
Dantalion was terrified and quickly opened his mouth.
“Lo, Loengreen. Do you think Agares will let this pass unpunished when he finds out? Even if you rank 3rd amongst her vassals, you can’t make these kinds of decisions as you want...”
“It doesn't matter. All of you aren’t close to Lady Agares in the first place.”
Agares was reasonable and rational despite ranking 2nd.
On the other hand, the demon kings of the Ars Nova Circle were all hardheaded and unreasonable.
Since their mindsets were different, it was hard to maintain a good relationship with each other.
Instead of a punishment, Loengreen would get praised for eliminating competitors.
He had to move cautiously when he wasn’t aware of this, but now that it had come to this, there was no need to hold back.
“Da-damnit!”
When the negotiations broke down, Dantalion swore and began to recite spells.
Since he had to fight anyway, he thought it would be advantageous to attack first.
“Isn’t Lord Dantalion's specialty illusion magic? It definitely is a troublesome ability. It would be difficult to find the true body amongst all the clones.”
Loengreen knew the weaknesses of all the 72 Demon Kings.
Although they were from the same demon faction, they could become hostile at any moment depending on their interests.
As he reached out, the wire-thin demonic energy began to cut off Dantalion's clones in a smooth curve.
Slice!
Slice!
Slice!
Slice!
Loengreen's exclusive skill.
Unlike Aris, he was able to easily stop Dantalion because he could do wide-range attacks in all directions.
“He-help me! Volak!”
Dantalion exclaimed as the number of clones decreased significantly.
But Volak was also busy fighting Aris.
Clang!
Clang!
The purple two-handed spear and the pitch-black scythe crashed into each other, leaving sparks in their trail.
The gap in weapon quality was small, but Aris was more skilled. She gradually began to push Volak back.
“Ugh… You damn bitch!”
“The lightning bolts you dropped on me earlier really pissed me off.”
The time to part with Lord Asura hadn’t arrived yet.
Although his original ego had been consumed, his true demonic energy remained intact.
She wanted to fulfill her master’s wishes even if she had to put her life on the line.
‘I can do it. If I work a little harder...’
There was something she had felt while adventuring with Woohyuk so far.
The importance of unwavering beliefs.
He didn’t fall back in face of adversity, he just ran as he looked ahead.
That was the origin of his strength.
He was getting closer to the divine throne system.
As she dreamt of the second coming of Demon God Asura, Aris swung the pitch-black scythe with all her might.
Swoooosh!
Thunderspear Negima left Volak’s grip and flew into the night sky.
When Aris tried to finish him off,
Boom!
Flaming spheres flew in, aiming at her unprotected back.
“Ugh!”
Aris drew a protective barrier and neutralized the flame spheres with difficulty.
Afterwards, her gaze turned toward a group of people flying towards her.
‘High-class demons... .’
They were the servants of Demon King Volak.
Although Melphis, the 2nd ranking servant, had died, there were many other demons working under Volak.
Aris turned around to look at her allies’ situations.
Woohyuk and Loengreen were in the same situation as her, while the Spiritual Society and Sieg were still unable to end the battle against the monsters.
'I have to help Lord Asura.'
Compared to others, the number of demons targeting Woohyuk was far greater, maybe because he was the strongest being.
As she fought a fierce battle with the high-class demons, Aris couldn’t hold back her worries.
***
”Pant… Pant...”
Woo-hyuk stared around him as he breathed roughly.
Nine high-class demons.
After the guys intervened, they lost the momentum of the battle.
“What happened? Didn’t you say that I was an insignificant opponent earlier?”
Amii spoke without hiding the joy on her face.
She used her subordinates as meat shields. As she sacrificed three high-class demons, she continuously inflicted damage on Woohyuk and gradually sapped his energy.
“I guess you weren’t confident in a one-on-one fight.”
“Well, there is a difference in our weapon qualities. So now, I’m using everything at my disposal. I don't really think that it’s unfair.”
Honor and dignity didn’t matter to a demon with Amii’s personality.
The only importance was to gain power and authority.
Amii’s motto was ‘You must use whatever means and methods necessary to reach your objective.’
“Then, if I put my weapon away, will you continue the battle in a hand-to-hand combat?”
“…No. I now know that you are a martial artist as well. That first punch back then was quite painful.”
Amii stroked her red cheeks to check if the pain had vanished.
“What a shame. Let’s decide on the victor and loser now.”
“Do you think you hold a chance? How hilarious. Look at yourself. I don't know how much longer you can endure my onslaught in that state.”
Woohyuk was struck by Amii’s flame whip.
This was because the Berserker's Plate Armor Set did not absorb enough damage.
Some attacks had to be avoided or blocked with armor, as the demonic energy could not be operated continuously.
'It’ll be difficult to win like this.'
He would have to release another seal on Verserios, even if he would be at risk of being swallowed up by his own demonic energy.
If the battle were to take any longer, the lives of others would be in danger.
When Woohyuk was steeling himself, time came to a halt and a man's voice echoed in his head.
[Do you need help, my disciple?]