Chapter 321
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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.
