Chapter 140

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Chapter 140: Reaper

The magical light pierced the sky and landed on a huge shadow.

Almost half of the sky was covered, like a airship flying over the battlefield. But this was not Aryan’s airship, it was some kind of wriggling, living creature. From afar, it looked like a cute pink balloon, but up close, you could see its peeled flesh-like shell and various bulges, like a stomach that had been dug out of the body. Many small mouths grew directly on the stomach, each swallow could suck in many flying things.

Drones, fairies, Aryan’s air force… As the previous link of the Devouring Demon, the mobile stomach eats everything.

However, it was about to fall down.

The black-robed wizards had appeared, they did not have a unified squad of wizards, and were scattered on the battlefield. These masters of cruel spells were protected by other professionals, casting spells took a long time, but their power was immense, each one was like a cannon. Black-robed wizard Timothy chewed on the acid gland of a fish frog, swallowed the last spell material along with the corroded blood. The pungent acid converged in mid-air, the light of the spell pierced the sky, the acid spear pierced the bloated stomach like a fish, drilling into it.

Bang!

The acid that penetrated the stomach wall reacted with the stomach acid, people in the distance saw the pink balloon pierced by a needle, and the chaotic contents inside fell out. Some of the victims who had just been swallowed began to cough, vomiting out blood and mucus in mid-air. If rescued in time, many of them could survive.

Timothy took a deep breath and rinsed his mouth with the water bottle he carried with him. The sour taste made him close his eyes, and when he opened them again, the battlefield suddenly fell silent.

The sounds of weapons clashing gradually stopped, the noises of arrows and spells piercing the air slowly ceased, and the angry shouts and screams, the frantic running and wrestling… Most of the sounds on the battlefield came to a halt, as if someone had cast a spell of silence over the area, as if someone had pressed the pause button. Timothy opened his eyes and saw the sparkling reflections.

Suddenly, countless crystals appeared in the air, creating a scene that was like a sudden snowfall – a sudden heavy snowfall combined with a temporary pause in time could only create the current spectacle. Tiny transparent mirrors were everywhere, and all the creatures with open eyes on the battlefield and nearby saw the face in the mirrors.

It wasn’t their own faces.

A demon crossed the passage between the abyss and the Primary Material Plane, leaving no trace of its arrival. On the contrary, it made a grand entrance that announced its presence to everyone on the battlefield, as the Magic Prism brought its image in front of everyone. It was like a superstar’s entrance, but with a more profound effect.

What a beautiful sight.

From humans to demons, regardless of race or age, at this moment, everyone stared blankly at the prism in front of them, enchanted by its breathtaking beauty. Some demons drooled, some people breathed heavily, revealing an infatuated expression. The beauty of that demon seemed to have a magical power, no, it was pure magic.

What does true beauty look like? Beauty is subjective, with each person having a different perception. Even the most universally acknowledged beauty cannot captivate the whole world, let alone the diverse beings present. Each person has a different understanding of beauty, and the faces they see vary – male or female, old or young, human or non-human. The face of that demon embodied pure beauty.

Succubus Lord, Terralynn, known as the "Ocean of Desire," the weakest of all Demon Lords, managed to survive in the declining Abyss with its weakest power, which in itself raised some questions. Stepping on the back of a Demonic Sorcerer, it glided down to the ground, attracting attention and admiration – many awestruck individuals even knelt down. On that indescribable yet mesmerizing face, a satisfied smile appeared, as it gently parted its lips and said…

"Don’t look at it!"

A strong shout broke the intense silence. Pope Saro Samuel looked serious, holding the microphone he snatched from the minstrel. His voice, amplified by the speaker on the armored vehicle, swept across the battlefield. His firm belief momentarily disrupted the succubus’ magic, causing the Magic Prism to flicker like a bad TV signal, revealing the figure of Saint Child of Saro.

Saro’s sacred robe was solemn, with golden dark patterns resonating under the power of divinity, shining like the sun; Saro’s holy crown was magnificent, from the gem on the pointed top to the shimmering gold foil tassels hanging down. Samuel’s power was not enough to destroy the countless mirrors, or even disrupt the Mirror Images for long, but the brilliant and sanctifying light flashed through the mirrors, accompanying his voice like a stern warning, waking many people from their enchantment.

The priests were murmuring Saro’s scriptures, waking from their daze and starting to build a resistance wall. The Paladins, as if awakening from a dream, felt either angry or ashamed, shouting the Paladin’s slogan, revving their heavy motorcycles, their blessed auras moving around the battlefield, trying to shake their still-dreaming comrades. With renewed determination under Samuel’s influence, the people hurriedly took action while the enemies were still dazed.

Terralynn showed no anger, but instead smiled.

Its laughter echoed in the ears of everyone on the battlefield, causing chills and weakness. Many warriors who had just barely awakened from the illusion once again entered into a bewitching dream. Pope Saro’s figure had disappeared from the prisms, and Terralynn’s presence filled the surrounding crystals once more. Many could only hurriedly close their eyes, while others failed to do so, becoming lost in the enchantment, forgetting the thought of closing their eyes.

The Magic Prism was an area spell, this terrifying appearance was not even a spell, but a natural talent of Succubus Lord Terralynn. As the pinnacle of another style of combat, Terralynn’s mere presence required those who saw it to make a willpower check every minute. Any beings who failed to pass the check would become its servants.

The ground battlefield became deadlocked, the sky battlefield also became deadlocked. However, considering that the soldiers from the Primary Material Plane had much stronger willpower than those from the Abyss, when this large group of people lost the will to fight, it seemed like the beings from the Primary Material Plane had the upper hand.

The foot-softening laughter resonated from the sky, spreading from the passage.

Something flew out, grouped together, laughing constantly. They had wings like bats, carried spiked whips, slender bodies, and were naked all over. No one would think of a cow as "naked", but using this word to describe these demons is enough to show how they looked.

Compared to their counterparts, this type of demon seemed too small and fragile. From the basic Obituary Bird to the succubus in earlier stages of evolution, the lower body of nightmares consisted of almost perfect legs, with only feet covered in bird claws. They were all under two meters tall, lacking sharp teeth, claws, strong muscles, diverse magical abilities, and seductive intelligence, seeming merely decorative.

Lacking the ever-changing charm of succubi, these nightmares varied in appearance, each portraying a form of beauty to certain intelligent creatures – for them, seduction was not an innate ability but a spell to be actively cast.

This is why this high-level demon that evolved into the succubus, now attached to their Succubus Lord.

Laughter.

Wave after wave, the sweet laughter resonated like a wind chime in motion. Flying in the sky, circling down, each nightmare created a ripple. The magic of Succubus Lord Terralynn spread through her nightmarish army, a power that made one’s mouth dry, feeling ants crawling up the spine. People with closed eyes showed horror on their faces, not even a twitch of their eyelids, but in that pitch-black vision, a beautiful illusion was illuminating.

Purple sky with rose-red clouds drifting, beautiful angels descending from above, with pleasant faces and seductive bodies, the look of everyone’s dream lover. Just like when seeing the illusion of the Succubus Lord for the first time, all resistance vanished, leaving only basic desires. Each nightmare was a conduit, spreading Terralynn’s influence, and in this dreamland, all nightmares were projections of the Succubus Lord.

"Get out!" Samuel yelled angrily.

The rose-colored illusion suddenly tore apart, like a stirred lake with the shattered moon in the water. Startled people hastily retreated, many so close to the spiked whips that it made them break out in a cold sweat.

"It’s Lord Pope of Saro!" the radio host said excitedly, feeling the impact even from a distance. She regained her composure, feeling a cold sweat on her forehead. "Lord Samuel truly lives up to his title as Saro’s Saint Child! His scolding clears the mind and can drive away even the most wicked thoughts, not even the Succubus Lord is spared! Ha ha, this Sunday I must go to the church too."

As the host tried to lighten the mood with jokes, the distant listeners breathed a sigh of relief. However, on the real battlefield, the surrounding priests and minstrels looked worriedly at Samuel. Pope of Saro’s face turned pale, almost unable to stand.

"A familiar scent… Look what I found?" a voice that only Samuel could hear echoed in his mind. "Oh, Saro’s Saint Child. The Abyss below, why are you so weak?"

Samuel, nearing his fifties, was no longer young, but as a pope, he was far from old. In the days of the Saroism Pope, blessed by Saro God, these earthly representatives of the gods could live for one or two centuries. The previous Saint Child, saintesses, and popes had received guidance and help from countless predecessors since childhood. Unlike Samuel, who virtually started from scratch. In the era when that Saint Child, saintesses, and pope could stand up to the Demon Lord, and the Heavenly Realm existed, their divine beings were still present.

Even though Terralynn was relatively weaker due to the Abyss’s decline, challenging a Demon Lord close to a thousand years old was still too difficult for Samuel.

"How many times can you stop me? Without your god’s servants?" The Succubus Lord’s voice scratched at Samuel’s eardrums. Despite the Saint Child’s strong resistance, it only brought a dizzying headache. "A few more times, and you will drain yourself mentally and turn into a drooling fool."

"I will persist until the end," Samuel said weakly. "I will endure until either you or I return to dust."

Terralynn laughed and said, "That’s a shame."

"Why?" Samuel asked, secretly hoping to buy some time this way.

"Because I will keep you until the end," it sweetly said, "My children and I will seduce every Pastor of Saro and nun in front of you, then I will consume their souls – ah, before that, I will transform you into a nightmare and share with you the bodies and souls of these fallen Clergy members. My dear little one, you truly please me."

The door opened.

The bewildered staff member opened the door, allowing people consumed by desire to bypass layers of protection and usher in groups of nightmares to where the Saint Child of Saro and minstrel were.

No one screamed, the deaths brought by nightmares were as sweet as dreams.

The enchanting dreams unfolded once again in the Primary Material Plane, even more beautiful, and more fierce. They reached out to the angels in their dreams with foolish laughter, the angels sweetly smiled, cracking a whip and taking away half a head. These beautiful demons finally revealed their true form, with their jaws opened, tongues out, sucking in souls and brains. There was little resistance where they went, only the deceased Undead Army could keep fighting, unaffected.

The flying nightmares were too agile, the clumsy undead on the ground were helpless for a while.

During the grand death spread caused by the Succubus Lord, Terralynn remained motionless in place.

Through the eyes of its children, it watched the room, where the Saint Child of Saro and priests were desperately maintaining the final barrier, keeping the groups of nightmares at bay. Nightmares excelled in mental magic, being the weakest among higher demons, but their combat abilities surpassed that of ordinary beings. The shadows of their wings and sharp thorned whips lingered around the barrier, like a pack of hyenas attacking a large herbivore, just a matter of time.

The sight of consuming Clergy members made the Succubus Lord moan eagerly, it licked its lips and turned its head.

"Hmm…" it said in a drawn-out voice, "What are you here for again?"

A frail old man appeared behind Terralynn.

Dungeon brought him nearby, and he completed the remaining work himself, arriving at the side of the Succubus Lord. It was an old man dressed in a simple scholar’s robe, his pale face covered in age spots, wrinkles piled together, his thin body swaying as if a gust of wind could blow him over. He held a brick-like notebook and occasionally glanced at Terralynn, furiously writing in the notebook.

"To validate my lifelong learnings," he said, breathing heavily, as if speaking was difficult due to his old age.

Succubus Lord touched its lips with its fingers, looked at the notebook, and chuckled. The notebook was a magical item, but the faint magical fluctuations were not worth mentioning.

"Ah, you come from the Chalk Plains," it said, "I remember the Abyss Worshipper there, skilled in creating explosive devices, the most effective of which are truly powerful… But it seems like your activation note wasn’t successfully made. Let me think, is it because the Primary Material Plane has also declined to the point of lacking materials? Why have you come to me? I don’t want you, your body is so old."

"Specifically, Cretaceous College. Regarding the inheritance of the college, I did learn a few things," Weber said with a good attitude, slowly. "I am over a hundred years old, too old. It’s my fortune to see the real Abyss before I die."

Terralynn’s laughter stopped.

Being able to stand peacefully in front of the Succubus Lord was rare enough, but showing no reaction to its active magical attacks was even more astonishing. It had nothing to do with age; in essence, succubus’s "charm" was a type of magical attack. To be unscathed under this attack was fundamentally no different from resisting a large fireball of equal magical intensity, enough to make the caster raise an eyebrow.

"Am I not beautiful?" Terralynn grumbled.

It cast its spell again, a spell potent enough to reveal the ugliness in a pure-hearted youth, to cloud the mind of a revered Clergy, but it garnered no reaction from the old man before it. Terralynn felt her power being challenged, so she intensified the spell like a spider shooting out sticky threads at its prey for the second time.

The old man suddenly smiled.

"You are indeed as beautiful as described in the records." Weber made the final note in his notebook, let out a satisfied sigh, shook his head with a hint of amusement, "Also, as self-absorbed as described in the records."

Terralynn never felt threatened by the old wizard before her, until this moment.

Instinctively, the Succubus Lord sensed danger lurking. It tried to teleport elsewhere but found itself unable to move. The "threads" it had shot out earlier were not ineffective; they were just concealed, only now realizing the problem: the magic released by Terralynn had entangled it, turning the tables and linking itself and the old wizard together.

"Few can resist your charm." Weber chuckled, "But I have a greater love for knowledge."

The skin of this Abyss Researcher ruptured at that moment.

Weber created a bursting spell, but instead of using his notebook as a medium, he used himself. Enchantment spells only worked on living beings, so a crafted instrument, of course, had no reaction.

The old wizard named Weber vanished instantly, leaving no trace behind. A black substance burst out of a container, exploded but stayed contained within a two-meter diameter sphere, like a restricted nuclear bomb in a ball. There was no loud noise or dazzling lights and smoke; the explosion swept through in such a small area, just enough to consume the Succubus Lord.

Exorcism tool.

In Weber’s collection of books, the legacy of Cretaceous College, the discoveries from the Ancient Mage Tower, and the collaborative improvements of researchers from the Archmage Tower led to the creation of a new forbidden spell using advanced black wizardry, descendants of Abyss Worshipper, and Abyss Researcher Weber as ingredients.

The wizard’s students were swiftly copying notes; Weber’s magical notebook could reflect the writings onto paired notebooks while writing, though it lasted only a few minutes and needed rewriting. At his final moment, he recorded his encounter with the Succubus Lord. The being made into a tool could sense seduction spells without being affected by them, making the deconstruction of the strongest seduction spells valuable data. Weber’s life, until the last second, was devoted to knowledge and magic. Just as he told his students, he died content, no need for sadness.

Succubus Lord Terralynn disappeared, severely damaged and banished back to the abyss, never to return for centuries—a permanent exile in the current Aryan.

The nightmare creatures, without their anchor in the Primary Material Plane, collapsed like a room without its support beam. The pink dreams shattered on the ground, awakening dreamers abruptly. Although nightmares still posed a threat, these clowns without their stage failed the title of the weakest high-level demon.

"One," Tasha said.

Her body arched through the air, wings folded, back pressed down, narrowly avoiding a sharp gust of wind. Landing delicately like a cat, she bounced back up, soared into the sky. Behind Tasha, a shimmer barely perceptible to the eye flashed, turning a vast land into rubble.

A sickle, much larger than Tasha herself and seemingly translucent, gleaming like ripples on a lake. The massive creature wielding the sickle swung the weapon again at incredible speed for its size. The sickle aimed at Tasha veered off course in mid-air, as if struck by a pebble, sliding past her side.

"One," Victor said, pretending to shake his fist, "Terralynn, the first to pass with just a little effort, has already been sent back. Oh, old friend, why are you all so stubborn and giving the first spot to it?"

The attacker paused, and the previously unclear scythe and its massive skeletal body became visible under the rapid attacks. It was a huge skeleton with the scythe attached to it. When it stood still, its transparent body slowly turned pale, like frosted glass.

Lord of reapers, "Pale Anmeng".

Ten minutes ago, they arrived at the abyss. Five minutes ago, they encountered the first Demon Lord in the abyss. One minute for catching up and trash talk, four minutes of testing each other’s strengths, and now, they paused briefly at the battlefield on one side.

The Demon Lords cannot pass together or one after the other; there is a fixed minimum time interval between each pair of lords. After sending back the Succubus Lord Terralynn, the Primary Material Plane will be safe for a while.

"So," Tasha said, "Let’s not waste any more time here; let’s formally begin."