When the plot-skips players into the game world Chapter 1245: 528: My Immortal Bosom Friend2

Chapter 1245: Chapter 528: My Immortal Bosom Friend_2

However, he didn’t feel that familiar “sensation of flesh”, nor could his roots implant themselves in the opponent’s body.

Instead, it was like “he was still a Mortal”—or rather, it was like when Levique was a child, in extre anger, punched a glass window only to feel the hurt and pain himself!

That “Siegfried” shattered in front of him with a sound like breaking ice!

The Fly Demon couldn’t think in ti, reaching out another arm to send the Dragon-incarnate Ligeia flying back again—realizing he couldn’t absorb Life Force, he imdiately altered the previous battle strategy, transforming his right arm into a long, soft black whip with spikes, striking these enemies who hadn’t yet approached him from afar!

This strange mirror-created enemy would break with just a single attack!

Yet, at this mont, several scorching beams of Light shot out once more and converged, nearly slicing through his body!

The Fly Demon gave his all to shield Levique’s body beneath him, using his upper body to forcibly block the strike.

But suddenly, he felt intense pain coming from “Levique”—

An adult Dragon, at least five to six tis larger than Ligeia, with a massive scar across one of its eyes, erged out of nowhere and bit into Levique’s body!

“—Damn it?!”

The piercing pain of his body being torn transmitted through him, as the Fly Demon looked on in extre terror, seeing Levique bitten off and ripped away by the dragon!

“No, that’s not right…”

He imdiately realized, that dragon was an illusion!

The explosive flas hadn’t completely obliterated the swarm of Demon flies around him, so it was impossible for a Dragon to silently approach him!

These people were all his illusions too!

Once he realized this, the adult Dragon halted, gradually fading into a phantom and dissipating. Along with those figures hovering in the sky blocking his path and the mirror appearing out of nowhere, they vanished simultaneously.

However.

—”Levique” had already been bitten off by the illusionary Favna!

The Fly Demon, while brimming with purple smoke, gradually weakened, desperately flew toward the youth with an expressionless face, vacant eyes, and whose back bore flesh opened like butterfly wings, attempting to link himself back…

Yet at that mont, the familiar golden-red pillar of fire attacked once more.

Just a step before he could grab onto the youth’s body, it engulfed him entirely in flas!

“No, no…!!”

The Fly Demon emitted a sound overlapped together, resembling the buzz of cicadas.

It was not sadness but terror.

Because he knew, he was already dood—

The Fallen Celestial Marshal doesn’t lack Demon Servants; what he wants is “human agents.” Therefore, he injected his Strength into those two humans, precisely using this thod to bypass the restriction of the Hourglass Wall of Balance—

Any Transcendent being that reaches the Sixth Power Level will have their Strength suppressed in the Material Realm, therefore the Sixth Power Level has a usage limit; however, “Demons” in the Fallen Celestial Marshal’s territory won’t… Due to the influence of the Ring of Ouroboros, this place has already partially rged with the Fallen Celestial Marshal’s territory in the Dream Realm, so even the Fallen Celestial Marshal himself can maintain the Sixth Power Level strength here.

Still, his kingdom has yet to fully manifest, thus the power of Upper-Level Demons is temporarily suppressed to the Third Level. Only the Strength of Material Realm servants is unrestricted.

But not even the Fallen Celestial Marshal can bypass the Ascension Ritual and directly inject Sixth Power Level Strength into the bodies of Mortal humans in the Material Realm, forcibly uplifting them to the Sixth Level; should he directly empower the Demons, it equates to turning them into his own retinue, which would instead repress their Strength to the Third Level.

But the rigid rules of the Hourglass never baffle the Fallen Celestial Marshal.

As a disruptor of rules, the Fallen Celestial Marshal quickly devised a way to bypass this rule—by imprinting the Mark of Sin on humans, to continuously transmit his strength to the Upper-Level Demon nurtured within the “Demon Incarnation!”

The Fallen Celestial Marshal commands countless Demons, able to freely grant or strip away Demon Strength; although the Demons nurtured within the Incarnation harbor animosity against their hosts and seize any chance to take their bodies… however, being personally instructed by the Fallen Celestial Marshal to protect their host, they dare not act recklessly.

Once a host dies, it ans they lose the Mark of Sin that transfers strength!

That not only signifies that they have lost the Sixth Power Level strength… but also ans—

“—ans you have disappointed .”

A lazy, sowhat disenchanted voice echoed out of nowhere: “That’s how you see it, right.”

“No, Master, My Lord… Great Lord! My King—”

The Fly Demon cried out, but his body gradually tightened within an invisible constraint, emitting a creaking sound: “Save—please forgive —”

He dared not even cry out in pain and only continued to plead.

Like gradually crushing a plastic water bottle after drinking.

In the sky, the Fly Demon’s body twisted, shrank, and deford, with creaks and squeaks.

In the blink of an eye, it transford from a gigantic Demon over three ters tall into a black lump the size of a human fist.

“Then you really guessed it right.”

That lazy voice rang out once again.

A fearso claw erged out of nowhere, crushing it with one grasp!

When that right claw opened once more, it left only a pristine red rune quietly spinning. It looked slightly exaggerated like a lip print, seemingly smiling, while looking as though devouring sothing.