Chapter 693 - 489: Subduing the Demon Monarch, Pioneering the Abyssal Plane
Chapter 693: Chapter 489: Subduing the Demon Monarch, Pioneering the Abyssal Plane
Mage Delin took the heart from Mage Wendel and examined it closely.
"There is indeed a fluctuation of will hidden in the deepest part of the heart, but it’s already extremely weak."
He looked at Raylo and asked.
"How do you want to handle it?"
Raylo smiled.
"I brought it back, of course, to see if we can squeeze anything useful out of it."
"Good lad, you’ve got guts!"
Master Wendel clapped Raylo on the shoulder and laughed heartily.
"I love that spirit of yours!"
Mage Delin mulled it over for a moment, then nodded.
"In that case, let’s... wake it up and see what tricks it tries to pull."
As he spoke, he slowly channeled a stream of pure Magic Power into the dark red heart.
The sliver of Demon will, dormant in the heart’s depths, was like a startled viper. The moment it sensed the external energy, it snapped awake!
"BUZZ!"
A frenzied, chaotic will erupted with a roar!
"Insignificant Mortals! How dare you... defile a great Abyssal Monarch!"
A hoarse, malicious voice boomed through the room!
Along with this roar, a vast, dark red energy filled with a destructive aura surged from the heart, attempting to devour everything around it!
However, Mage Delin was prepared.
"Hmph. A mere bluff."
He snorted coldly, a starlight glinting in his eyes.
A vast and majestic Spiritual Power, like an invisible ocean, crashed down hard upon the Demon will that had just reared its head!
"BOOM!"
A silent collision detonated on the spiritual plane!
It was as if two invisible mountains had violently slammed into each other inside the room.
For a moment, the room seemed to hum, and the cups and books on the table began to shake uncontrollably.
Raylo grunted and instinctively took two steps back.
But the Demon will, which had been so overbearing just a moment ago, was like a lone boat in a stormy sea before Mage Delin’s star-like Spiritual Power. It was swiftly suppressed!
"AH!"
"No, your Spiritual Power... Who in the world are you?"
The Demon’s will faltered, on the verge of collapse under the pressure of Mage Delin’s immense Spiritual Power.
Its frenzied, chaotic energy deflated instantly, like a rooster with its neck wrung, and retreated back into the heart.
"A dying specter has no right to ask my name."
Mage Delin’s voice was cold and indifferent.
His Spiritual Power, like a vast, invisible net, held the sliver of Demon will in a death grip, an Imprisonment from which it could not move.
"You..."
’He holds the knife, and I am the fish on the block. For the first time, this realization dawned on it with terrifying clarity.’
It knew that if it didn’t do something to save itself, complete annihilation awaited.
"Wait... wait!"
The Demon’s will struggled to emit a faint fluctuation.
"Powerful human, we can... make a deal!"
It was trying to trade for a sliver of a chance at survival.
"A deal?"
Raylo spoke, his interest piqued.
"You’re a prisoner with nothing to your name. What right do you have to negotiate a deal with us?"
"I..."
The Demon’s will fell silent for a moment, as if gathering its words.
"I am the ruler of the seventeenth Abyssal Plane, the Bone-Burning Plain! I am the Demon Monarch, Agrean!"
Its voice carried a final trace of the pride it once held as a superior being.
"I was defeated in battle against my mortal enemy, the master of the Flesh Abyssal, fighting over an Abyssal Origin Fragment."
"My body was torn to shreds, my Divine Kingdom was breached, and in the end, I could only entrust my final will and essence to this heart, escaping to this world in a sudden spatial storm."
"As long as... as long as you can help me reform my body and return to the Abyss to reclaim what is mine..."
"I will trade you anything you desire!"
"Wealth, Divine Artifacts, Power... Anything you can imagine, I can give it to you!"
"I, Agrean, swear it on the name of the Abyss!"
He threw out his last and greatest bait.
A promise from an Abyssal Monarch.
This was a temptation great enough to drive any Mortal mad.
However, he was facing Raylo and two Legendary Mages.
"Heh."
A disdainful sneer came from the side.
It was Master Wendel.
He stood with his arms crossed, eyeing the heart with a face full of mockery.
"A beaten dog dares to spout such nonsense here?"
"Wealth? Divine Artifacts? Your own home was wiped out. What could you possibly give us?"
"With your mouth?"
Master Wendel’s words were harsh, sharp, and utterly merciless.
"You..."
Agrean’s will was choked, unable to utter a word for a long moment.
"What? Cat got your tongue?"
A wicked smile played on Master Wendel’s lips.
"Since you have nothing left to say, don’t waste our time."
With that, he reached out and waved a hand at the heart.
An immense wave of Spiritual Power, like a collapsing mountain and a crashing tsunami, brutally slammed Agrean’s will—which had just peeked out—back into the deepest part of the heart!
"AHH!"
Another bloodcurdling scream rang out.
And then, the entire world fell silent.
Master Wendel dusted off his hands as if he had just swatted an annoying fly.
He turned to Raylo and Delin and shrugged.
"Alright, now we can properly study the internal structure of this heart."