Chapter 696: Chapter 720 Revenge True Words
Lancelot heightened his vigilance the mont Baboli began to plead for rcy, for his Spirit Perception signaled that the Abyssal Demon Refinent was becoming even more dangerous. The instant he noticed the change in the demon’s expression, he began to gather strength, ready to strike.
Perhaps it was due to severe injuries he had once suffered, or maybe the curse of his enemies could never be completely erased that Baboli had to use armor to protect his morbid body. Lancelot’s sudden strike caused much more damage than he had expected; his Great Sword carved out a massive bloody hole in the chest of the Abyssal Demon Refinent, now unprotected by the armor, and a torrent of black blood poured down onto the ground like a cloudburst.
Driven by adrenaline, the Abyssal Demon Refinent didn’t even feel the pain. It ignored the Human Knight who had inflicted the heavy blow, struggling to adjust its form in a vain attempt to approach the Succubus Lord by propelling itself off the ceiling, forgetting it was no longer protected by the armor that could reflect magic.
Before it could touch the ceiling of the Throne Hall, Tijana’s three spells struck Baboli’s body. Thanks to the Demon’s innate resistance to magic, the first two spells that hit the Abyssal Demon Refinent didn’t take effect, but the last spell, emitting a deep blue Spiritual Light, clearly succeeded—the Demon General let out a piercing wail as its body suddenly went limp, dropping from the air like a sandbag.
The effect of this magic seed only to inflict intense pain without causing actual harm, but even the mightiest creatures beco helpless once incapacitated. As the Abyssal Demon Refinent writhed in agony on the ground, Tijana prepared a visibly more complex spell—golden flas blazed in the eyes of the Succubus Lord, and the surging tide of magic power ford a tangible storm. And when she raised her Cold Iron Whip, used as a Magic Artifact, even sound itself vanished from the air.
With a swing of the gift Lancelot had given her, a semi-transparent shadow of the whip fell upon Baboli. The whip shadow wound and tightened around him like chains, and the body of the Abyssal Demon Refinent shrunk under the spell’s constriction, until it was smaller than an ordinary adult male. All the characteristics of an Abyssal Demon Refinent—blood-red bat wings, long tail, and the head of a savage beast—were retained, making it appear as if it had been struck by a Shrink Spell.
Yet the effect of this spell was far more than just reducing size; it also completely sealed away all of Baboli’s power. The shadow of the whip solidified into tangible Abyssal tal, binding the miniaturized Abyssal Demon Refinent securely: its hands bound behind its back, legs spread and pressed against its sides, it looked like a lamb ready for slaughter.
Only then did the spell Tijana had cast to create pain finally co to an end. The High Rank Demon ceased its spine-chilling screams and instead began to sob pitifully. It struggled to lift its head, begging in a slurred voice,
“Stop… please stop… oh noble gem of the Stygian River… I will beco your most humble, most loyal servant…”
With a sneer, Tijana glanced at the bound Demon. Her sharp claws extended from her fingertips, and with a swipe through the air, a spatial rift appeared instantaneously. From that rift, Lancelot sensed a familiar aura, and the very next second, an assortnt of gemstones of various sizes and colors erged, spilling onto the floor like liquid from a leaking barrel.
“You will be shackled on a special fra and taken back to Hell…” Tijana’s voice took on a peculiar tone, filled with a special kind of magic power. With each word she uttered, a gemstone silently disintegrated into a puff of smoke, “… and I shall be wealthier than any king in the Mortal Realm…”
“No, no, no!!!” the Demon’s voice trembled violently with fear, “I beg you, don’t! Don’t!! Don’t do it!!!”
“…because for just a single Gold Coin, even the lowliest Bartez could have you…”
The Succubus Lord’s emotionless voice continued as more expensive gems turned to ash with her words. Lancelot tilted his head, his eyebrows raised with interest beneath his helt, for he felt a very special kind of energy fluctuation. He had experienced this fluctuation only on two occasions before: the first, when Elothysia obtained the echo of an oath in lanthan’s castle, and the second was at Hagrid Manor, when Tijana imposed the Styx Oath upon the assembly.
“What’s this all about?” Bruto couldn’t help but shrink his neck, “What’s the boss saying? I don’t understand…”
“Haven’t you heard? That Abyssal Demon Refinent insulted Tijana just like this in front of everyone before attacking Twin Bridges Town,” Alamir said with a concerned glance at Lancelot, “But I have no idea why the Succubus Lord is repeating those words, though it’s definitely not for the thrill of revenge… at least not just for that reason.”
“Revenge, one of the most primitive sources of magic in the Multiverse,” the white-haired, red-eyed Half-elf Cursed Swordmaster suddenly spoke, “If soone once threatened to do sothing to you, when you are actually able to do the sa to them, you can harness the power of True Words of revenge to cast an extrely powerful spell. It’s a very wild force, and if one is not careful, it can consu oneself like a wildfire. Mortal Spellcasters know of this thod, but they don’t even have the courage to try…”
By this ti, the Succubus Lord had already circled the Abyssal Demon Refinent three tis. The powdered gems, under so kind of magic power, turned into a gummy substance that wrapped Bruto’s body firmly. Under Lancelot’s worried gaze, Tijana made a series of complicated hand signs, then began to circle the Abyssal Demon Refinent in the opposite direction, saying at the sa ti:
“Through sacred revenge, I pronounce your fate: you shall be bound in Hell by a special instrunt of punishnt, and here I sacrifice wealth not even a King has possessed. For just a single Gold Coin, no matter how lowly the Tanari, or any other creature, they can have you… from behind. Because the dignity of a noble Demon is quite valuable, hence the front costs more—two Gold Coins per use.”
With Tijana’s words, more gems fell out of the dinsional rift, instantly turning into a bright mist as they landed on a hot iron plate. The blob in the center of the hall grew larger and larger, while the Abyssal Demon Refinent, whether begging or cursing, was unable to utter a word, silenced by so unstoppable force.
“Before the end of your punishnt, you shall remain imprisoned, neither dying nor able to use any form of magic or move any muscle in your body. You will regain your freedom only after you have earned an amount of wealth equivalent to what was spent at this mont by honestly providing services to others. The total cos to… three million, seven hundred and sixty thousand Gold Coins. Damn, that much?”
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