Chapter 875 - 575: Luring the Tiger Away from the Mountain, Austin Sage Descends Upon the Holy City
Chapter 875: Chapter 575: Luring the Tiger Away from the Mountain, Austin Sage Descends Upon the Holy City
"A minor insurance policy." Austin flicked his finger.
SWISH!
The silver mark transformed into a streak of flowing light, completely ignoring the Hellfire burning around the Demon King, and sank directly into its forehead.
The Abyssal Demon King trembled all over. It could feel a brand being firmly stamped onto its soul origin.
"Once the matter is resolved, the mark will naturally disappear," Austin said, his voice icy. "Barak, but if you dare to flee back to the Abyssal realm halfway..."
He paused, a glint of cold light flashing in his eyes. At the moment he left the mark, Austin Sage had already acquired the true name of this Abyssal Demon King. "I will personally go to the Abyssal realm, drag you out, find another place, and seal you away for ten thousand years."
The massive body of the Abyssal Demon King Barak trembled violently, burying its head even deeper. It had only one thought right now: get as far away from this terrifying Mage as possible.
"Get lost."
Upon receiving the pardon, Barak felt like a prisoner granted amnesty. Its massive body transformed into a towering cloud of black mist, tearing through space as it fled frantically in the direction of Chenxi City.
Watching the black mist disappear into the horizon, Raylo finally snapped back to reality. The towering black mist had torn through space, traveling over a hundred miles in the blink of an eye.
The Abyssal Demon King Barak spread its wings, its enormous body weaving through the clouds. In its lava-like eyes, cruelty and tyranny had been replaced by terror and lingering fear.
It was free. But not entirely.
It could clearly sense that deep within its soul origin, that runic mark was like a cold, Solid Star, exuding a hidden aura.
"Damn that old thing!" Barak roared inwardly, mobilizing its Abyssal origin Magic Power as a World Destruction Level Demon King.
The pitch-black energy, bearing the property of corrupting all things, turned into a torrent that madly scoured the mark on its forehead. It wanted to erase this humiliating brand!
However, under the scouring of the Abyssal Magic Power, the mark didn’t dim in the slightest. Instead, like a starving beast, it began to madly devour its Magic Power! A stream of incredibly pure Magic Power was forcefully extracted from its origin and merged into the mark, making its glow even more brilliant and Solid.
"No!" Barak screamed in horror, instantly cutting off the supply of Power.
Feeling its aura instantly weaken by a fraction, it finally realized a fact: that human Elder Mage’s strength far exceeded its own.
Run? Return to the Abyssal realm? As soon as this thought arose, Barak snuffed it out.
It had no doubt that if it dared to break the agreement, that old monster definitely had the ability—and the willingness—to cross planes, drag it out from some corner of the Abyssal realm, find a more hidden spot, and lock it up for another ten thousand years.
Humiliation and fury accumulated and fermented within Barak’s chest. Since it couldn’t fight back against that old monster, this rage—capable of Burning Heaven—could only be unleashed elsewhere.
"Chenxi City... the Light Holy See!" Barak let out a roar that shook the heavens. Its massive body turned into a streak of destructive light, and without any more hesitation, it sprinted straight toward Chenxi City!
It would reduce that city to Scorched Earth amidst endless Blazing Flames and Wailing!
The next morning.
Over a hundred miles away from the Holy City of the Light Church, atop a desolate and isolated peak, Raylo and Austin Sage stood shoulder to shoulder, the icy morning wind billowing their robes.
Their gazes were cast far off toward the east. The distant horizon should have been dyed golden by the rising Sun, but at this moment, it was shrouded by a colossally huge, continuously churning cloud of pitch-black demonic mist. The demonic cloud was so dense that not even the light of the Sun could penetrate it, dragging the land below into a dim, apocalyptic scene.
Even separated by thousands of miles, Raylo could still see dark red pinpoints of light falling continuously from the demonic cloud like a Meteorite shower. Each pinpoint of light represented a Meteorite burning with Hellfire.
"Tsk, this guy is working quite hard," Raylo chuckled.
This was World Destruction Level destructive power. A Demon King that had just escaped and hadn’t yet recovered to its Peak strength could cause such a terrifying scene.
"Chenxi City is the Holy See’s most important missionary area in the southern part of the Violet Empire. If it were to be massacred by a Demon King, the Holy See would lose all its face, and its faith would collapse. They won’t be able to sit still."
As soon as he finished speaking.
HUM!
From the direction of the City of Radiance, a divine aura that could make heaven and earth pale suddenly erupted. Immediately after, a thick white pillar of light shot up into the sky, tearing straight through the firmament.
Within the pillar of light, a figure holding a Scepter stood bathed in Holy Light, like a descending god. That was the head of the Red-robed Archbishops, the Chief Judge of the Church Court, who controlled the Judgement Hall—one of the Holy See’s most important forces of Power.
Following closely within the pillar of light were two Twelve-winged Angels of Death.
Three World Destruction Level experts!
Three streaks of light cut across the sky, carrying a towering momentum as they rushed toward Chenxi City at top speed to provide aid. Wherever they passed, the sky was dyed pure white, obscuring even the light of the Sun.
"The fish has taken the bait." A flash of sharp light glinted in Austin Sage’s eyes.
With the Holy City’s three World Destruction Level entities deployed, his plan was already half successful.
Now that the Light Holy See’s three World Destruction Level Peak combatants were occupied—the Referee Chief lured away from his base, and the Commander of the Holy Temple Knight Order presiding over the battlefield at the Yellow Mud River—the only one left in this Holy City capable of clashing with him head-on was the perpetually reclusive Pope.