Seeing that Lette easily suppressed Moslian, Emily felt much more at ease.
She suddenly realized that although this man usually acted frivolously and without discipline, he was incredibly trustworthy at critical monts.
"Judging by your strength, you're quite a notable figure in the Tower of Truth."
Lette gathered Holy Light in his hand, transforming it into a long spear: "Is your true na Moslian?"
"Hmph! My original na was the first gift my teacher gave ! But with the fall of the Tower of Truth, I've already sealed it away.
Only when I avenge my teacher and colleagues will I reclaim my forr na.
For this, I'm willing to pay any price!"
The light in Moslian's eyes flickered fiercely, and the nails on his right hand suddenly grew rapidly, then he plunged them into his chest and tore out his heart.
This terrifying scene scared Count Laurence into a faint. Even his guards turned pale, feeling as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
"You think you're the only one who prepared a backup plan?"
Moslian raised his heart above his head with both hands, emitting a beast-like roar from his throat, sounding like so ancient language.
rely listening to it made everyone feel a slight burning sensation.
Emily felt a bad premonition welling up inside her: "He! What is he doing?"
Lette raised an eyebrow: "He should be summoning a Demon God, an ancient sacrifice. He probably feels his chances of winning are low, so he's calling for help."
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The manor shrouded in black fog started to tremble lightly, then flas erupted from all around, interconnecting to form a strange and twisted array.
This massive sacrificial array was one of the many contingencies Moslian had left behind.
He had worked hard on this ground for ten years, leaving behind countless trump cards, making it almost a ho ground battle.
However, when facing Lette, an unpredictable opponent, he imdiately played his biggest card.
"Praise the Fallen Fla Evil Master Iblis, you are the true ruler! Lord of the Fallen Sinful Fla! Emperor of Desecration and Degeneration!
Your humble servant summons you here, please descend with supre Divine Power, and cleanse those who desecrate Divine Power!
Praise! Praise! Fallen Fla Evil Master! Iblis!"
Splat!
The heart exploded instantly, and the blood mist ignited at once. In the center of the crimson flas, a gigantic Divine Shadow slowly erged.
The intense heat of the Desecration Fla made every breath feel like swallowing razor blades, as if death and annihilation were near.
Lette slightly furrowed his brows and snapped his fingers with one hand. Countless golden characters appeared, transforming into a hemisphere that protected everyone behind him.
"This is the Holy Position Divine Spell! The blessing of the Holy Word Bearer!"
Emily looked at Lette with growing awe, realizing that this powerful magic, which could only be studied upon reaching the Holy Rank, was so effortlessly summoned by him.
Reflecting on her attitude towards him in recent days, Emily lowered her head in sha.
But she was still sowhat worried, after all, the opponent he was about to face was a Demon God from the Abyssal Purgatory!
At this ti, the upper body of Demon God Iblis had already erged from the array, its scarlet flas burning wantonly.
It reached out its massive hand towards Lette.
"Be careful!"
Emily couldn't help but warn, yet Lette remained unmoved, allowing himself to be grabbed by it.
Moslian was elated, but couldn't shake off a sense of incongruity.
"Aarrrgh!!!"
In the next mont, the Fallen Fla Evil Master suddenly let out a scream, releasing its grip as if accidentally burned by a hot coal.
Lette gracefully landed on the ground, though at this mont sheets of demon contracts appeared on his body.
These contracts overlapped densely, like a community notice board plastered with colorful ads after months of neglect.
"Want my soul? Sorry, I've already sold it.
And due to certain reasons, it's been sold quite a few tis.
If you really want it, you'd probably have to wait in line."
Saying this, Lette clapped his hands and shouted loudly: "Lilith, send your compatriot back ho."
"Hmph! Ignorant fool!"
Emily's shadow suddenly wrapped around her, transforming her loose dress into a figure-hugging skirt, and a pair of srizing demon horns erged on her head.
Lilith licked her lips, reaching out her hand, magic transforming into a longbow.
"You think you can taint the prey of those great beings? Go back to Purgatory and accept punishnt!"
With a swoosh, an arrow pierced through the air, nailing itself onto Iblis's forehead. It let out a miserable cry and shattered into countless sparks, sucked back into the array.
All the Fallen Evil Flas extinguished instantly, leaving Moslian dumbfounded.
"Sotis, when you owe too much, your creditors get more anxious about your survival than you do."
Lette stepped aside, letting the Lilith possessing Emily be revealed.
"Let introduce you, a special debt collector from the Purgatory Debt Mutual Assistance Association, Miss Lilith.
Though she's a demon, she's skilled in various exorcism thods.
If you have any trump cards involving Hell, Purgatory, demons, or Demon Gods, you might as well tear them up.
With her here, those tactics will be ineffective."
Lilith, feeling her new body, suddenly changed her expression: "Lette, Lette, it's so big!"
"...Of course I know that. Do you have to say it? Please, don't act so surprised like you've never seen the world.
I've told you countless tis, don't judge others by your own small size.
Though indeed, Emily's is..."
"Enough! I wasn't talking about that! I was talking about her soul! Emily's soul energy is so vast! And the quality is so high, so pure!
Wow! It's so delicious! So tempting!"
Lilith licked her lips: "How to describe it? If you could gather ten such souls, you'd probably pay off a thousandth of your debt."
Lette widened his eyes instantly: "What! That's indeed quite valuable!"
Suddenly, Lette turned to look at Moslian, revealing a mischievous grin: "You! You just got nervous!"
"I... I didn't!"
"Among all Divine Officers, Holy Knight applications are ant for battlefields.
To accurately locate the targets in need of rescue in a chaotic and complex environnt, Holy Knights train in a technique called Life Perception.
Though I'm quite average at it, your life fluctuations were too visible just now, even more than when your heart exploded.
So, the so-called Witch Project targets the soul, does it?"
"You wish to know!"
Lette clapped his hands, gathering a Light Spear: "This Witch Project seems to have so rit. Never mind, if you don't want to talk, I have ways to find out once you're captured."
"Is this really okay?"
Moslian suddenly took out a skeleton head: "Don't move! Lette, I admit you're strong. But no matter how strong, can you save everyone?
Don't forget, I've laid out my plans here for ten whole years! You really think I don't have a life-saving card?
Let tell you, right now, the lives of everyone in the Lawrence Family's fief are in my hands!
If I wish, I can turn them into living corpses at any mont!
I advise you, don't act rashly."
Lette looked at him as if he were a fool: "...If you can do that, go ahead."
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