Chapter 125
“Support the left flank!”
The knights hired by Sancho and the Lighthouse Knights fought surprisingly well together despite it being their first ti coordinating, holding their ground against the demons.
Mikhail detonated corpses intermittently, but the knights, having experienced it once before, cleverly evaded the explosions each ti while continuing to fend off the demons.
However, Mikhail wore an intrigued expression, like soone waiting for sothing, and wasn't actively attacking them.
“I can’t figure out what that dog-like bastard is aiming for. There’s definitely sothing.”
“…I suspect the girl inside might be the target.”
Rogério glanced behind him.
He seed to recall hearing that the one called a Mage was trying so kind of sealing, but it wasn't going well.
“Whatever that insidious elf bastard is scheming, it will all be resolved once the Commander arrives.”
Kelvin’s statent was filled with blind faith, lacking any objectivity, but the other mbers trusted Karl just as much.
“It doesn’t matter what kind of demon resurrects from behind; as long as the Commander cos, it’ll be fine.”
Definir, Rogério, and Diogo all agreed with that thought.
“Let’s hold on for now. Isn’t that what we’re good at?”
Kelvin wiped the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth and emitted white light once more.
Along with him, the knights beside him also swung their swords.
The demons sward endlessly, yet the knights, despite their exhaustion, did not give up swinging their swords.
Then, at so point, the white light that had only flowed from Kelvin’s sword began to emanate from the swords of the knights beside him as well.
It was a different kind of light from ordinary aura.
This power, seemingly a fusion of Divine Power and aura, allowed the knights to cut down the demons more easily than before.
And as the individually shining lights seed to rge into one at so mont, the white light began to burn the demons' bodies, turning them to ash.
“…You people interfered with my amusent last ti too. If this continues, I can no longer just watch.”
Mikhail frowned upon seeing the knights emitting bright light and snapped his fingers.
Instantly, the corpses of the fallen demons around turned into red mist, beginning to fill the area.
“Just wait a little longer. Then the great birth will occur. After that, I will— Hmm?”
Mikhail, who had intended to engulf the people with red mist by snapping his fingers, frowned at the sudden feeling of magical energy.
Swoooooosh!
At that mont, a refreshing wind began to blow from behind the Lighthouse Knights.
The wind initially pushed the red mist away very slowly, but then it suddenly beca a gust, blowing fiercely forward.
The half-demons caught in the whirlwind-like gust had their bodies torn apart by the wind and were flung far away, while Mikhail, who was within the wind’s range, snapped his fingers to form a red barrier.
“I didn’t expect to et a Mage here.”
Mikhail’s gaze fixed on a point beyond the Lighthouse Knights.
And from there, a muscular Mage in a gray robe revealed himself.
“Hmm, for a Mage…”
“The pointy-ear’s tongue is deceitful, spewing only lies from its trap. There's nothing worth listening to.”
Mikhail’s eyes hardened as he saw Emilio, who flexed his bulging muscles and raised his staff.
“The Wandering Sage, Emilio Gavira. I didn't know you were still alive.”
“Did you expect
to die while you lived? Give it up.”
“…Still the sa, I see.”
“Well, shall we continue?”
“Of course. You’re not unaware of what lies within there either, are you?”
“How pathetic. Do you truly believe a demon will move according to your wishes?”
“Of course. Because that fruit is a special one I created.”
“You pretend to be clever, but you are truly foolish.”
At Emilio's continued provocations, Mikhail snapped his fingers.
Simultaneously, explosions occurred around Emilio.
“Tsk!”
Emilio swung his staff, and instantly, wind swirled around him, blocking the explosions.
At that mont, more elves clad in black robes appeared around Mikhail.
“Shall we get serious?”
With that sly smile, Mikhail and the elves began to move.
***
Karl was gulping down potions while riding his horse.
Alongside that, the ink-black bracelet was drawing the surrounding energy into Karl and circulating it.
[Gullveig's Sacred Relic: Enhances Aura and Qi managent ability by 1.5 tis, automatically absorbs Qi during non-combat situations]
If not for this sacred relic given by Sergei, Karl might have t his end long ago amidst the nurous crises.
Thanks to the body transford after consuming the elixir previously, his recovery speed was monstrously fast.
Adding the potions provided by the Order to that, Karl had recovered most of his physical strength during the journey.
“Forcing your body to activate so much must also be taxing. Are you alright?”
Karim, having stepped into the Master realm long ago, knew well how strenuous Karl's current actions were on the body.
“I’m suffering thanks to you.”
“Don’t overdo it. We still have ti before we arrive.”
Karl nodded, but he felt his heart growing impatient.
[Quest: To the Hell of the Mortal World]
Combining the ominously nad quest window with his instincts honed by surviving on this continent so far, he felt that this ti was truly dangerous.
“We must arrive quickly, sohow. The situation is surely not good.”
Without any rest, Karl pushed his horse onward.
Silver, being a steed beyond a fine horse, bordering on a fad one, endured Karl’s forced march, but the horses of the other Holy Knights could not.
“The horses can’t take it anymore. We need to rest.”
Nod.
Karl reluctantly nodded.
After a brief rest, the knights resud their forced march and arrived at Bairot in a very short ti.
“Ah… By Essus…!”
The gasp that escaped Godfrey’s lips as he passed through Bairot's gate was due to the horrific tragedy that had unfolded there.
The mangled corpses, making it nearly impossible to find an intact body, and the pools of blood truly resembled a living hell.
“We must go to the mansion.”
The horse carrying Karl quickly passed through the gate and galloped along the main road towards the mansion where Sancho was.
And along that path, Karl saw the endless procession of demons.
“Is this truly hell?”
And at the end of the road they reached, a white light flashed.
It was undoubtedly the light of the Luntia Swordsmanship, illuminated by the Lighthouse Knights.
The initially faint light grew clearer as the knights' skills improved, guiding Karl and the Holy Knights.
Kwaaaaang!
An explosion erupted in front of the Lighthouse Knights.
Elves clad in black robes were moving alongside the demons.
“Holy Knights, raise your swords!”
When Godfrey raised his sword and shouted, the knights raised their respective weapons high.
“In the na of Essus!”
When he shouted once more, the 200 Holy Knights began to gallop their horses in unison as if they were one body.
And at their very forefront, Karl was running, emitting a golden aura.
Dududududu!
The sound of warhorses' hooves shook the earth, and the half-demons blocking their path were all swept away.
Karl's golden aura, running at the head, shone brighter than ever before, slaughtering the demons.
His light seed to be the very antithesis of demons, cutting them down relentlessly.
[Karl yer Style. 2nd Form. Variation One-point breakthrough]
The One-point breakthrough, modified for mounted combat, was a charge of unified horse and rider, where Karl and Silver, enveloped in aura like a single spear, pierced through the front lines.
The One-point breakthrough of the horse and rider enveloped in aura boasted overwhelming destructive power, brutally crushing the demons blocking their path.
“Follow Sir Karl! Slaughter all the demons of this mortal world!”
Godfrey swung the sword in his hand relentlessly, his hair flying.
The demons standing near him collapsed sideways like bundles of reeds.
“Karl yer.”
Mikhail, witnessing Karl and the Holy Knights charging through the ranks from behind, sensed that the situation was taking a strange turn.
“Is it not ready yet?”
“That Mage must have played so tricks.”
“…Has Ainar entered?”
“Yes, so soon…”
Just as the elves were exchanging cryptic words, a red light burst forth from one part of the mansion.
“Finally…!”
An exclamation burst from Mikhail’s lips.
It was the mont a true demon, a being called Jinma(True Demon), finally descended upon the world.
Everything up until now had been for this single mont.
The sea of blood created by the half-demons and the demonic energy generated as the demons died had filled this city, ultimately becoming the backdrop for the birth of that True Demon now emitting red light.
“The mont the True Demon resurrects, all humans in this world will be wiped out, and finally, the world ruled by us elves will co again. It ans the long wait and the ti of our earnest desire has ended!”
Mikhail’s eyes glowed even redder, and a deeper smile spread across his lips.
Kwaang!
After a fleeting mont, a woman emitting red light broke through the mansion roof and revealed herself.
“Ainar…?”
Red hair and red eyes.
With skin whiter than snow and beauty seemingly not of this world, the woman held the golden-haired elf child, Ainar, in one hand.
“Release that hand… True Demon… That child is my vassal. You were resurrected on this land through the demon seed I created. I rightfully have the authority to command you.”
Pfft.*
“What amusing words….”
The red-haired woman casually tossed out a single remark.
Mikhail realized from her reaction that sothing had gone terribly wrong.
“You are… my servant. Release that child at once!”
“Elf, I am grateful that you summoned
to this land with the seed, but….”
As the red-haired woman tightened her grip, Ainar, whose neck was dangling precariously, struggled while suspended in the air.
“Kkgh… Hnghhh.”
Watching her struggle, Mikhail and the other elves were about to rush towards the red-haired woman in unison.
Crack.
An eerie sound echoed through the air, and Ainar, her neck completely broken, went limp.
“It displeases
that there exists an elf arrogant enough to think they can control . I do not like elves.”
“Ah…!”
Mikhail felt montarily stunned as his cherished subordinate perished without being able to do anything.
‘Where exactly did it go wrong?’
He was certain he knew that if he resurrected a demon with a demon seed, he would possess the power to control the demon.
Indeed, except for the resurrected True Demon there, all the chaff-like demons obeyed his commands.
So why wasn’t this one obeying?
Mikhail instantly unleashed his boiling anger towards the demon before him.
And the elves, sensing Mikhail’s will, instantly surrounded her.
Despite the elves surrounding her with nacing killing intent, the red-haired woman rely smiled, showing no sign of agitation.
Her smile possessed a distant beauty not found in the mortal world.
Even the elves, known for their strong resistance to temptation and ntal fortitude, felt as if they were being drawn into the demon the mont they looked directly at her.
Mikhail, barely maintaining his composure, snapped his fingers, and magic exploded right in front of the woman’s eyes, piercing through her smile.
Mikhail believed the recent explosion must have hard the woman.
‘…!’
When the aftermath of the explosion cleared, the woman reappeared, smiling exactly as before.
“There’s an interesting person over there too, isn’t there? Personally, I like noble humans.”
The red-haired woman’s gaze ignored Mikhail and looked beyond him.
And there stood Karl, his black hair fluttering, eting her gaze with indifferent eyes.
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