Chapter 727 - 716: The True Face of the Ritual
Chapter 727: Chapter 716: The True Face of the Ritual
"Ahhhhh——!"
Mofulei clutched her head, painfully kneeling to the ground.
The momentary clash of Spiritual Power nearly made her faint.
The Demon King’s soul is not as vast as Sigmund’s, but how could someone possessing the [Magic Guide’s Ultimate] leave their mind defenseless?
The layers of Defense Magic formed a fortress of consciousness, sealing even the smallest crevice shut.
If Mofulei’s Spiritual Power wasn’t unique, she might not have been able to pry open the Demon King’s momentary lapse.
But it’s enough. That moment was enough.
Mortis lifted the Demon King’s body with one hand.
The slime inside the Slime Man trickled down his arm, one drop, two drops, slowing, thickening.
The body that could once alter the battlefield with a wave of the hand was now shriveling like a punctured water sack.
Mortis’ lips finally curled into a smile once more. It was not ostentatious, but carried the joy of release after three hundred years of repression!
"I know you rely on the Magic Guide’s Ultimate, dismissing my skill seals." His voice was not loud, only spoken to the Demon King before him, "Even if I dismantle every spell you cast, against your nearly instant casting speed, it’s futile."
"But for Spiritual Attacks, this moment is enough!"
"How is it? How does it feel to be countered by your own experimental creation? But you’ve done so many experiments, you probably can’t remember her, can you?"
The Demon King did not respond, his body entirely deflated, leaving only a jelly-like outer layer wrapped around Mortis’ hand.
"So dull."
Blood surged up from Mortis’ feet, sweeping those droplets of slime from the Demon King’s body into the thick scarlet pool.
On the city walls, in the square, on the towers, the Imperial Soldiers looked up at the figure standing above the tide of blood, at the silent Demon King.
"Eternal Empire! Eternal Emperor!"
Someone shouted first, then the second, third, tenth, hundredth shout followed.
Cheers erupted from all directions!
Mortis stood at the center of the cheering but did not smile, instead stepping into the Teleportation Array below.
He was no longer content to be called Emperor; in the future, people would call him Demon King!
The glow from the Array flashed, bringing Mortis to a secret chamber known only to him.
The chamber was inscribed with several complex Magic Arrays, one of which was his improved "Seizing Ritual."
He placed the lifeless body and dripping slime of the Demon King in the sacrifice position of the ritual.
Mortis couldn’t wait, preparing and immediately initiating the ritual.
He felt the long-lost joy of impending breakthrough: "What are mere Demon Kings and Heroes, just lucky ones chosen by Gods, without this identity, what are you? Only I truly deserve this Power!"
As the ritual commenced, the invaluable S-Class Demon Crystals shattered, an extracting force enveloping the Demon King’s corpse.
"Come!" The Demon King opened his arms, welcoming his rebirth.
No rebirth came.
Even alone, Mortis fell into silence.
Such a surprise happening twice in one day, Mortis suppressed his rage, bending down to check what went wrong with the ritual, when suddenly the Teleportation Array with coordinates known only to him lit up!
Mortis widened his eyes, watching the Demon King step out slowly.
"You...?" He glanced back at the ritual sacrifice platform; the Demon King’s body still lay there.
"Are you so surprised? Didn’t you know I’ve been divided into six separate seals?"
"Ha, is this your contingency plan? Sacrificing part of yourself to create an opportunity to duel me? Fool!" Blood once again enveloped Mortis, "Without this part endowed with the Magic Guide’s Ultimate, what strength do you have left?"
"Without it?"
A soft hand reached from behind, resting on Mortis’ shoulder, surging magic power inside, instantly severing his body’s control.
Mortis, terrified, darted his eyes to where the slime came back to life.
The hand resting on his shoulder was the first to form, followed by the torso, limbs, head.
Soon, a second Demon King filled the chamber.
"Impossible! That part was devoid of life; it was dead beyond revival! I couldn’t have misjudged!"
"Indeed it died," both Demon Kings spoke simultaneously, their overlapping voices echoing, "but don’t you wonder why such a powerful entity like Link died, while I was merely divided, sealed?"
"Wh...y?"
"A Levelless Skill — Undying, though merely a secondary product of my study of Blood Disasters, still quite useful."
The two Demon Kings converged, merged, became one.
Then they looked down at the ritual beneath their feet, their voice tinged with some admiration: "No wonder you brought me here; it’s because you’ve restored the Seizing Ritual. You do indeed have an exceptional mind."
"Restored? What do you mean?" Mortis asked while secretly trying with all his might to break free from the magical bind.
"As it says, the ceremonial Blood Seizing was originally Rune’s modification of the Seizing Ritual, but sadly it didn’t reach his intended effect."
Speaking of Rune, the Demon King’s mood seemed to dampen somewhat.
He picked up Mortis, who was almost freed from his constraints.
"Wh...what are you intending to do?"
The Demon King’s eyes no longer held emotion as he looked at Mortis: "Doing the same as you, this ready-made, complete ritual saves me quite a bit of effort."
"Don’t you dare..." Mortis fiercely broke free of the bind, only to be slammed onto the sacrifice position by the Demon King’s single hand!
The ritual beneath him sparked once more, and in those fleeting moments, Mortis’ mind only flashed with a question: Why did the Demon King’s strength...seem so immense?
Then a wave of pain from the soul came, peeling sensation.
"Aaaaaaaaaaahhh——!"
"I am the true ruler, you mere...mere lucky ones..."
"Hahaha, Seizing Ritual aaaa... this is your true face! You monster!"
Screams, curses, roars... ultimately turned into resentful curses.
Emperor Mortis’ final sounds were all sealed within this chamber unbeknownst to anyone.
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Circular Fortress.
By the Teleportation Array, Mofulei held her head, easing her pain, while soldiers cleaned away the slime scattered everywhere.
The entire Shanghai awaited the Emperor’s return.
Suddenly, the Teleportation Magic Array lit up.
Mofulei, excited, looked on — carrying the lifeless Mortis, the Demon King emerged.