Chapter 522: 519, it cos from hell Chapter 522: 519, it cos from hell The shadow fled swiftly.
Though a bit foolish, as the Tool Spirit that had followed Du Wei the longest, surviving up to now demanded so capability.
Even when Minette drew her sword, slashing at it.
The shadow didn’t care in the slightest.
When it was ti to flee, it fled, never fixated on anything.
After all, its last obsession was murdering Du Wei.
But what was the result…
...
Its end was only slightly better than that of an envelope.
“Even if you run, what can you do, you’ve already been locked on by my sword, and you will certainly die,” Minette said, distinctly displeased.
She sheathed her sword again.
The others also appeared around them.
Corrine Dowqui and Tory, looking at the arrivals, their eyes brimming with excited tears, said, “Your Excellencies, you’ve finally co, London… London has completely fallen.”
Minette said gravely, “We should have entered the city three days ago, but as soon as we did, ti stopped, what exactly is the situation in London now? Have all others perished?”
Corrine Dowqui replied bitterly, “Only our people and those of the Veda Sect are dead, as for the ordinary people who lived in London, they might as well be dead.”
“They’ve all fallen into a deep sleep, consud by fear of that being in their dreams.”
Minette’s expression changed slightly, “Did he do all this?”
Corrine Dowqui clenched his teeth and said, “Yes, he’s gone completely mad; he’s played London in the palm of his hand, warped everyone’s will.”
“He makes us fear him.”
“He wishes to beco one of the Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods of Solomon.”
“We can’t resist.”
Everyone fell silent.
Corrine Dowqui continued to plead, “Your Excellencies, you are the top hunters, please stop His Excellency the Duke; otherwise, this world’s fragile balance will surely be shattered by him.”
“At that ti, he will bring this world to despair.”
Minette gripped her longsword, a flicker of anger in her eyes.
“He won’t succeed.”
“He will pay for his actions.”
“I will use this sword he rejected to correct the mistakes he has made.”
Minette’s longsword, passed down from her ancestors, harbored an existence of Strangeness-level significance.
It had great aning.
Corrine Dowqui knew about Minette’s past entanglents with His Excellency the Duke and what the sword symbolized.
Therefore,
he said firmly, “We entrust everything to you, and, that black shadow, the Demon Spirit, is His Excellency the Duke’s lead henchman; it prefers ambushes, please be careful.”
The others nodded expressionlessly.
This group of eight had long realized the gravity of the situation.
One could say,
they were prepared to fight to the death.
…
Elsewhere,
at the heart of the City of London,
a massive altar had been completed.
Around it stood over a hundred mbers of the Veda Sect.
Dressed in black, their faces masked in white, they knelt towards the altar, worshipping.
They trembled all over.
They chanted softly.
But the uncontrollable fear made their singing increasingly eerie.
“When the world loses both night and day,”
“we heard a voice.”
“It ca from hell, graceful and unhurried.”
“It said we should learn to fear.”
“It dwells within the darkness.”
“All discord forges its throne.”
“At this mont we worship it, because we know, it has descended upon the human world.”
The chanting began in sync, but towards the end, it grew more and more chaotic.
Upon the altar,
Evil Spirit Du Wei, wearing a mask, casually sat at the top, one hand propping up his chin, eyes closed as if sleeping.
On his right hand, the pattern of the Golden Scales beca clearer and clearer.
Armored Divinity Ascension was entering its final step.
Yet it seed in no hurry,
instead focusing its energy on the Golden Scales.
The assimilation was almost finished.
At that mont.
Evil Spirit Du Wei slowly opened his eyes, his pitch-black pupils looking down below.
That gaze, from the position of the altar, looked down from on high.
Then.
He saw ten hunters appear in the distance.
Ignoring Corrine Dowqui and Tory.
Evil Spirit Du Wei’s gaze rested on Minette and the others.
To be precise.
He gave Minette an extra glance.
In that mont.
Evil Spirit Du Wei’s eyes showed a flicker of fluctuation.
But soon after, it disappeared completely.
He said indifferently, “Is this the answer you give ?”
Minette of the Victorian Era.
Alex of modern tis.
The forr was the past life of the latter, the latter the current life of the forr.
But Evil Spirit Du Wei found it hard to accept.
Because he knew Minette and the so-called His Excellency the Duke were related, and neither he nor the human part of him could possibly be that duke.
Yet, there was a point that was hard to explain.
When he arrived here, the original duke had already vanished without a trace.
In the distance.
Minette looked distantly at the man seated on the throne, those pitch-black pupils nearly suffocating her.
“Answer? What answer do you want to give?”
“Tell , what exactly happened to you?”
Minette gripped her sword tightly.
But she didn’t know that Evil Spirit Du Wei wasn’t really asking her.
Actually, in Evil Spirit Du Wei’s view, Minette was Minette, Alex was Alex.
They shouldn’t be confounded.
The others, seeing this, coldly said, “He’s completely lost his mind, but fortunately, he hasn’t succeeded yet. We have a chance to kill him.”
Imdiately.
The one-eyed man vanished.
And when he reappeared.
He was above the altar, wielding a dagger, thrusting straight towards Evil Spirit Du Wei.
But the next second.
With a bang.
Two daggers pinned him down.
A shadow appeared in front of Evil Spirit Du Wei, eyes filled with bloodshot veins, staring fixedly at the man before him.
“Demon Spirit…”
The one-eyed man was unsurprised, his remaining eye was imdiately covered by a ghastly green mist.
Then, he ignored the shadow as if it simply didn’t exist, passing through and continuing his attack on Evil Spirit Du Wei.
The others also rushed forward.
Only.
Evil Spirit Du Wei casually extended his right hand, and made a slight grab.
The one-eyed man appeared in his hand.
His neck was firmly grasped, his bones misaligned, making a chilling clicking sound…
“I can tolerate your weakness, but I cannot tolerate your ignorant folly.”
Evil Spirit Du Wei casually tossed the one-eyed man aside.
The man imdiately flew backward, hitting another hunter and falling from the altar.
Following that.
Evil Spirit Du Wei stood up.
On his right hand, the pattern of the Golden Scales exuded a terrifying chill.
The assimilation was completed.
Then, Evil Spirit Du Wei finally spoke in a nostalgic tone, “Now, I am finally free of any burden.”
After finishing.
He looked down at the people with bowed head.
“I see the intent to kill in your eyes.”
“But I do not care.”
“Because I will show you what true despair is.”
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