Chapter 990 - Cleaning Up (1/2)
Karin’s runes were unlike those Rhode had ever seen before. Even though he didn’t understand what they meant, he recognized them as words, just like how modern people read oracle script. In comparison, Karin’s runes were more like electronic codes that appeared in system errors.
All of a sudden, the teleportation ritual devoured by the abyssal flames flickered in an azure radiance, its patterns shifting across the surface. More and more devils appeared from the void of dark clouds hovering on the ceiling. On the other hand, the devils that were summoned before were all sucked back into the dark cloud. The entire teleportation ritual had turned into a strange machine that sucked and spit out devils as bright rays shone and reshaped it.
Meanwhile, a powerful, pitch-black energy flowed throughout Gabe’s body. The only thing that could prove his existence was his blood-curdling screams. But even the screams vanished after a few seconds.
Everything seemed to have ended in an instant. The remaining stone giants and metal guards stopped attacking. But no one believed that this was the end of the fight. They also sensed a massive, evil aura exuding from the dark clouds as though one was pouring a bucket of black water from above.
“Oh, my goodness. What are they trying to do?!”
The mages exchanged glances anxiously. They previously asked Rhode about his intention in coming here, but according to Rhode, they only coincidentally met the apprentices and provided help since it was along the way. This was why the mages subconsciously believed that they were here to help them eradicate the devils. But now… What were they trying to do?
Although they didn’t know what the short-haired young lady was up to, they clearly sensed a powerful, evil energy flowing into this world. The pressure was so huge that the mages felt ill at ease as though they were standing on an ebbing beach, certain that an enormous tsunami would soon be crashing on their defenseless selves.
“Alright, everyone.”
Karin approached the group of mages.
“You can leave now, just like we agreed. Please head to the area where the signal crystal was placed and protect it. Don’t worry, the metal guards in the maze will assist you. All you need to do is to delay time.”
The mages knew from the dense flowing energy that they would be doomed if they continued to stay here. The battle in this place was on a totally different level now and ordinary people like them should run as far away as possible. They nodded firmly and left the place.
“I wonder if I can reach level 80 after this battle.”
Rhode retreated and gestured to his group. They quickly scattered and surrounded the powerful energy. This was a premeditated plan to deal with the devils after learning what they were up to. Their goal was simple—lure the Devil Monarch Grazite from the Bottomless Abyss, defeat him, and receive intelligence after controlling his soul.
This thought would be shocking to ordinary people, but nothing to players who were perfectly ‘bold, talented, and skilled’ like Rhode, Canary, and Mini Bubble Gum. They had faced about a dozen Devil Monarchs in the game and annihilated innumerable high-class devils, which explained why they understood the traits and attributes of the devils. Celestina, who came from the Ninth Floor of Hell, was also particularly familiar with their symbols and flow of energy. On the other hand, Karin could change and manipulate every form of energy created by magic. Furthermore, the teleportation ritual in the Deepest Labyrinth was also her creation, so it posed no challenge for her to modify it.
But a devil like Grazite wouldn’t arrive in this world by himself. Devils were unlike demons; they were a race that was affiliated with Chaos because the presence of Order in the main plane would greatly weaken their strength. It wouldn’t be worth it if he arrived in this world, only to be eliminated. Fortunately, Rhode had a wide range of experience in dealing with the devils. As soon as the Devil Monarch realized that his servants failed to fulfill the mission, he would most likely transfer a portion of his energy to strengthen his worshiper, creating a clone of him to get the job done. This way, he would only lose his clone if he lost. For a presence like the Devil Monarch, waiting in solitary for a few more centuries before striking again wasn’t going to be an issue.