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Chapter 115: The Shame

If only he could level up one more time, Roy would be confident he could injure his opponent and create an opportunity for Blood Resonance.

But every level of bloodline is like a life form ascending; leveling up isn’t easy at all!

Unless—

Diabolus shook his arm with a look of appreciation.

“Not bad.”

“After observing for years, I always thought the so-called geniuses of your human race were just incompetent fools intoxicated by vanity. They can’t even compare to the young ones of our Demon Race, raised amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, but you two are different.”

“Extraordinary abilities, smooth cooperation, mature mindset, rich experience. One holding the frontline, one providing ranged support, one testing the waters with feigned attacks, and one preparing a kill shot.”

“A Black Magic user commanding a Hydra, and…” Diabolus stared at Roy, a smile on his face that wasn’t quite a smile.

Even now, he couldn’t quite see what kind of bloodline Roy had, or if he was relying on some extraordinary item, or perhaps a follower of some evil deity. He couldn’t even discern the specific bloodline level; he could only guess that Roy was less than mid-tier.

“However, game time is about to end.”

“As a member of the Demon Race, I can’t let potential threats like you grow!”

Diabolus put away his smile, his aura surging, and a dark purple energy ball, about the size of a palm, shimmered in his hand.

Shadow Sphere, a devastating strike made by the Demon Race from massive amounts of dark elements gathered, and their biggest trump card.

Roy’s hair stood on end, cold sweat pouring down as he realized that the destruction that had obliterated the entire center of the mansion was that very strike.

“Oh no…!”

A terrifying wave crashed down like a collapsing mountain, and in that horrifying darkness that nearly painted the world black, Roy saw shadows twisting, a brown-haired girl stepping in front of him at the last possible moment.

Magic exploded, and the sky darkened.

The already ruined center collapsed once more, blooming into a massive mushroom cloud.

The heart-pounding power made every creature within a hundred-mile radius instinctively tremble; no one dared to step a foot closer to the center of the mansion.

It wasn’t until a few seconds later that Diabolus waved away the smoke.

A large area of ruins had turned to nothingness, even the ground had opened up into a terrifying pit radiating dark elemental flames, a hundred-meter radius.

Amidst the remaining ruins, only the brown-haired girl knelt alone, covered in dust and seemingly injured badly.

In the Shadow Sphere, even members of the Demon Race with the same bloodline level rarely withstand it directly. This outcome was hardly surprising.

Diabolus stroked his sharp claws, stepping forward, chuckling coldly.

“Did you get blown to bits?”

“Of course, you’re just a low-tier Extraordinary Being—did you think I would think otherwise?!”

The demon suddenly turned around, swatted away the glinting sword blade, and then clawed again.

The swiftly approaching swordsman hesitated, but his form was pierced straight through by Diabolus’s claws, stopping in mid-air.

The hood fell, revealing a rather handsome yet twisted face due to pain.

“Roy…!”

A heart-wrenching cry reached his ears, but to Diabolus, it sounded like sweet music. He casually sent a wave of dark energy that knocked Leanna away.

Diabolus continued exerting force, his entire arm piercing through Roy’s body, looking at the boy’s gradually dimming eyes, cruelly and joyfully, a grin spread across his face.

“I said I’d start with you…!”

Watching the life of his prey flicker out in painful despair was one of the greatest joys for Diabolus and all demons.

But because of that, they had seen many scenes of lives extinguishing.

Whether it was unwillingness or despair, all written with pain and fear.

However, the blood-stained lips of this black-haired boy curled into an even more exaggerated arc.

“Don’t you… find this strange?”

Diabolus froze for a moment, finally coming to his senses.

That previous strike had been too easy; it didn’t even touch the dragon scales, and just like that, it pierced through the opponent’s body. It was as if…

It was intentional.

Shocked, Diabolus tried to retract his hand, but at this moment, dragon scales surged from the boy, capturing his arm while gripping it tightly.

Roy’s gaze dimmed, his breath weak, blood flowing uncontrollably, his vitality waning to the limit.

Yet opposite that was a sudden surge, sharp and fierce like iron and blood, of Extraordinary Power.

Life and death blurred, allowing him to step over the threshold of Sequence 7.

And the ability of Evil Dragon Blood Armor, which originally had a short-lived effect of raising bloodline levels, allowed his strength at that moment to be infinitely close to that of a true mid-tier Extraordinary Being.

“Honestly, I should thank you.”

“Consider this strike a gift.”

With blood on his lips, the young boy chuckled coldly and swung out a scarlet blade.

Iron Blood Condensation: Mid-Tier, combined with Weapon Projection: Blood Magic.

With a crisp sword hum, the scarlet crescent outlined a curving blood line, slicing through Diabolus’s attacking claws, sending him flying.

A blood dance spread, sword light scattered, and wherever the blood line passed, it was stained red.

There was Roy’s blood, and there was the demon’s blood.

Even a full-powered strike from a true member of the Blood Clan couldn’t match this.

“How dare you injure me!”

Diabolus covered the wound on his shoulder, rising in rage, but then suddenly froze.

More than fury, an instinctive sense of danger took precedence.

The boy didn’t intend to use that strike to determine victory; it was merely to push him back. And the girl hadn’t lost her ability to act; in the blink of an eye, she transformed into a shadow and arrived at the boy’s side.

Their hands gripped tightly together. With it came a terrifying aura that made Diabolus’s heart twitch.

“Die!”

With the witch’s cold words, alongside her came a golden giant python, exuding an overwhelming might. Its massive shadow seemed like mountains crashing down, unstoppable.

With a resonant force, Leanna unleashed her full power, wishing nothing less than to grind her opponent to dust.

The power of the Royal Serpent hidden within her erupted like a volcanic explosion, while the Earth Core Golden Scales continuously drained energy from deep underground, for her use.

And that killing urge and power turned into golden-red magma roaring from the mouth of the giant python.

Diabolus roared and launched the Shadow Sphere with a twisted face.

The swallowing beam of light collided with the terrifying magic in mid-air.

A massive explosion engulfed the heart of the battlefield, erupting into an even larger mushroom cloud, the shockwaves once again wrecking what little remained of the mansion.

Even the distant combatants were swept away, hurled through the air by this terrifying energy wave, even the clouds above ignited completely.

Until the dust finally settled, from the depths of the pit, a somewhat disheveled figure propped itself up.

Diabolus’s right arm had completely turned to nothingness.

For the Demon Race, this injury wasn’t fatal, but it also wasn’t light.

Most importantly, while the demon’s flesh was tough, it couldn’t heal like that of the Blood Clan.

This would be a shame he would carry for the rest of his life.

The shame of being injured by two lesser beings with inferior bloodlines.

But as he furiously searched for his targets, he found that the two had already vanished without a trace.

“Cursed humans…”

“Leanna Cassandra! If you want your mother to live, come out now!!!”

His furious roar echoed, but ultimately, he received no response.

 

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