Chapter 750 - Scarlet & Pitch-black Colors (1/2)

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

Duran stepped out of the black smoke. The sacred air left him uncomfortable. If it was possible, he didn’t wish to lead the army in the battlefront personally despite his close relationship with Cullen. But it was a pity that this wasn’t a request. It was an order instead. In a nation like the Country of Darkness that respected hierarchy, orders were above all else. Even though Duran, Burks, and Cullen were similar in rank and strength, Cullen was the commander, after all. Since he was the commander, he had the rights to command them. Although Duran was dissatisfied, he could only nod in agreement.

Damn it!

Duran gnashed his teeth. His crimson eyes glinted in faint radiance at the thought of his fallen men. He scanned the place that was full of lowly, weak humans… Then, he turned to the soldiers who rushed toward him with a raised weapon.

The soldiers were baffled to see this mysterious man appearing out of the smoke, but they hurriedly raised their swords and charged ahead. Then, they realized that this enemy was on a different level.

“Heyah!”

One of the soldiers brandished his sword and the razor-sharp blade streaked a glaring, silver arc in midair. But it was immediately stopped by a pitch-black, armored hand that clutched it firmly. The soldier realized that no matter how hard he tried, his sword just couldn’t break free from that menacing hand. The soldier looked up and all he saw was a crimson radiance.

Duran swiped his other hand in front of him as though running his fingers along piano keys. Then, the soldier was as though struck by an invisible, gigantic hammer, which blasted him away and blood from his ghastly neck wound splashed in a perfect arc. At the next moment, the blood arc solidified in Duran’s control. The soldier shriveled like a deflated balloon and the solidified blood arc turned into a lethal whip. Duran lashed at the surrounding soldiers and sent them flying off the city walls.

“Hmph, lowly humans.”

Duran laid his hand down and gazed at the soldiers in disdain. With his abilities in the Legendary Stage, these soldiers weren’t even worth his attention. The other soldiers came to an abrupt halt. They looked at one another in hesitation.

Then, a proud voice filled the sky.

“Get lost! Useless trash!”

Duran turned around and saw a pitch-black arc erupting from the crowd which pounced on him. The engulfing wave of air pushed the soldiers off their balance and this time, he finally wiped off his look of disdain. He sulked and leaped back, at the same time extended his pale right arm which instantly turned pitch-black and ice-cold sharp, iron scales struck on the black chain sword.

Clang!

An ear-deafening collision rang. Duran sensed a mighty force from the chain sword which indicated that the enemy was also in the Legendary Stage. He swung his right arm forward and three sharp, crescent black blades shot out from his hand. The enemy let out a snort. It swiftly retracted its viper-like chain sword and transformed it into the shape of a solid shield to negate his attack.

Up until this moment, Duran finally saw what his enemy looked liked and was flabbergasted.

Celestina clutched the chain sword and lifted her head proudly. She narrowed her scarlet eyes which revealed glints of contempt and arrogance. If it were others who looked at Duran in this way, he would have taught them a lesson. Moreover, despite being in battle, she wore her usual pitch-black, luxurious nightgown, which was so clean that there weren’t any blood stains at all. Duran took two steps back in vigilance and the reason that explained his behavior was simple—Celestina’s bat-like wings and pitch-black, long tail clearly displayed her identity.

A high-class demon?

Duran questioned inwardly. As a noble in Country of Darkness, he had interacted with several demons and knew that demons generally lacked interest in this surface world because they focused all their attention on the endless battles with the devils. Even though it wasn’t taboo to summon demons in the Country of Darkness, no one would like to find trouble with them out of boredom as demons were sinister. Compared to the demons, the Undead Creatures in the Country of Darkness were much less sinister. Demons viewed Vampires just like how Vampires treated humans—full of unparalleled sense of superiority.

But… Why is there a demon?

Duran swept a glance to the side subconsciously.

That’s right, this is the Light Mainland. If I recall correctly, the Light Mainland treats demons and devils with the same attitude, don’t they? The Munn Kingdom is a nation ruled by an angel, so why is there a demon here?