Chapter 321

Chapter 321: Sweet

The towering presence of the immense Demon Duke was severed, its arm and hand no longer able to grasp the floating cloud islands in the sky. The colossal body plummeted, descending thousands of meters in an instant, as though falling into an endless abyss.

[Feel my anger!]

Suddenly, the Demon Duke’s massive form began to shatter, transforming into countless Humanoid Flame Demons. Bat-like flesh wings sprouted from their backs, their arms morphed into hooked spears, and their entire bodies ignited in crimson flames. With piercing screams, they surged toward the three mortal women.

The transformation birthed a legion of Flame Demons, setting the sky ablaze. Each creature’s combined power was overwhelming, each reaching the threshold of “awakening.”

Had Mu Ling not encountered the Babel Tower before, defeating just two of these Humanoid Flame Demons would have been a daunting challenge.

Controlled by the “Savior,” Aurora took a deep breath. Her body instinctively wielded the “Chosen Gun.” Transforming into golden light, she instantly shattered dozens of Flame Demons approaching her.

Aurora understood this newfound strength wasn’t her own; it was the blessing of the Savior that empowered her. Yet, deep within, she hoped that one day, she could be as powerful as her two companions. This thought filled her with a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos.

But the battle was far from

over. An endless wave of evil

creatures covered the sky and

earth.

“If only I had an army of my

own, I could lead them and

fight against this horde,”

Aurora sighed, knowing

bravery alone wouldn’t be

enough.

The Humanoid Flame Demons

swarmed Aurora, threatening

to engulf her completely. A

golden ray of light pierced the

chaos, descending from

above.

The silver-haired girl with red

eyes moved like a shooting

star, striking down one demon

after another with deadly

precision. Mu Ling fought like

a relentless machine, cutting

through the ranks of evil with

brutal efficiency.

Unknown to Aurora, Maryse

appeared at her side, a proud

smile on her face. She gazed

at the multitude of demons

without a shred of fear.

“Foolishness,” Maryse

whispered. “Splitting your soul

was a grave error. I had no way

to contend against your

spiritual power before, but

now… things are different.”

Maryse closed her eyes and

took a deep breath.

Mind’s Piercing Scream!

An invisible force erupted from

Maryse, spreading rapidly in

all directions. The Humanoid

Flame Demons faltered.

Though there was no audible

sound, the demons heard a

deafening noise deep in their

hearts—a sound that crushed

their tiny souls into dust.

Just as the last Flame Demons

were about to be slaughtered,

they merged once more,

reforming into the colossal

Demon Duke. Towering like a

mountain, it spread massive

wings and fled with

astonishing speed.

[I will spare you this time. But

remember this day—when I

regain my full power, the

outcome will be different!]

The Demon Duke “Ernie”

vanished into the horizon,

leaving behind a lingering

curse.

Mu Ling and Maryse

exchanged glances.

“Maryse, take me closer to it,”

Mu Ling demanded, gripping

her sword tightly. Maryse

sighed but complied. Grabbing

Mu Ling’s arm, she murmured,

“This will hurt. My power doesn’t shield others.”

“I trust you,” Mu Ling replied without hesitation.

Deep Red – Divine Punishment.

Mu Ling disappeared in a flash of crimson light. In mere moments, she was on the Demon Duke’s back. Two swift strikes severed its remaining heads, blood gushing forth like a fountain.

Mu Ling, though covered in

wounds from the brutal attack,

began to heal almost

instantly. Under the glow of the

NightFall, her torn flesh and

broken bones mended as if

they had never been injured.

The Demon Duke’s lifeless

body plummeted, only to

vanish as the black crystal in

Mu Ling’s possession

absorbed it completely.

As the three companions were

expelled from the Divine

Realm, an ominous black hole

tore through the sky. From

within, colossal dark purple

tentacles emerged, adorned

with crimson eyes scanning

the heavens. The entire realm

contorted under the

malevolent presence.

[The Savior… Not here.]

In the quiet study of Tulip

Manor, Bai Yan sipped red tea.

For months, he hadn’t

indulged in tea, but lately, he

found himself developing a

taste for it.

He glanced at his phone,

reviewing the latest earnings

from the Babel Tower. The

treasures obtained during this

expedition were extraordinary

—artifacts of immense power.

Yet, his thoughts were

interrupted by a knock at the

door.

Kaluoer, his ever-stoic maid,

entered with a tray of colorful

pastries. Placing it down, she

announced, “I made these

especially for you, sir.”

Bai Yan smiled and took a bite,

only for his expression to

shift.

“Why is it so sweet?”

Kaluoer tilted her head

innocently. “Since you prefer

savory snacks, I decided to

make sweet ones for a

change. Do you like them?”

Bai Yan sighed, realizing she

was playing a subtle prank.

Yet, a faint smile crossed his

lips.

“Delicious. Truly delightful.

Now, as punishment, why

don’t you try squatting for a

bit?”

Kaluoer complied

begrudgingly, all while Bai Yan

threw pastries for her to catch,

the two sharing an odd

moment of harmony.

In another part of the manor,

the ordinary maid Dai

celebrated her upcoming

vacation, while Kaluoer

watched with a quiet sense of

nostalgia. Torn between loyalty

to her sister and the Savior,

she pondered her future.

Chains, both visible and

invisible, weighed on them all.