Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 610 - 610 289 Horror Demon

610: Chapter 289: Horror Demon 610: Chapter 289: Horror Demon Amidst the colonnades shrouded in darkness and fear, the Holy War Army was besieged, dense shadows enveloping them like a massive curtain, surrounded by waves of demons and demonized knights, as if surging from Hell.

Demons emerging from the depths of the shadows took on myriad forms, some twisted in body with fierce fangs and claws, some exuding a suffocating stench and poisonous fumes, others engulfed in flames, turning everything they touched to charcoal.

Among these demons materializing fear, there were twisted knights and unidentified possessors warped by demon souls, transformed into beings of immense strength and lightning speed under the demons’ influence.

The eyes of demonized knights were hollow, their faces distorted and grotesque, wielding weapons bestowed with demonic wild power, coldly intending to slay their former comrades, perhaps seeing their fellow warriors as the true brutal human enemy.

The Holy War Knights with iron wills built a tight defense line, their armor covered in scratches and bloodstains, their shields riddled with holes, yet each remained steadfast in resistance.

Facing the overwhelming disparity in power and numbers, the Holy War Army found each step forward increasingly difficult.

Leon fought relentlessly against the endless demon attacks, fully aware that what they faced was one of the two demons he least wished to encounter—the Fear Demon.

Pride Demons, Horror Demons, Blood Demons, Desire Demons, Angry Demons…

the first two being the most troublesome.

The intellect affected by these two demons was particularly difficult to resist, even for warriors with strong will.

Not to mention the young warlock apprentices who were forced onto this hopeless battlefield without having reached the standard.

Having been tormented by the bloody and dangerous Undead War, the warlock apprentices’ mental resilience was already far less than that of the Holy War Knights who had undergone trials of will.

Yet, the warlock apprentices were indispensable Lantern Holders, with no other choice but to participate, for without them, the Holy War Army could not advance to this place.

Even the brave Holy War Knights were often confused by the Fear Daemons, and spellcasters with weak wills were easier targets for the demons.

Despite Leon’s prior reluctance, when the warlock apprentices disappeared with their lanterns extinguished, he spared no last ounce of magic power, summoning the Horror Mountain Bear to destroy the environment and break through underground.

But even with such tactics, it was the limit; the temple below was swarming with demon souls and possessors, this place being a meticulously arranged slaughter trap by the demons.

In the bitter battle, suddenly, an angry roar that seemed to emanate from the abyss sounded within the darkness.

A tall, robust figure burst out from the pitch-black darkness, his hands transforming into crude demon claws, his face turning fierce and monstrous, with faint outlines of demon horns visible above his head, his bloodshot eyes exuding a dauntingly violent aura.

“—Lokhak!”

Seeing his long-lost comrade reappear, Leon felt relieved but immediately realized that Lokhak had transformed into a vaguely familiar demonized body, instantly escalating his anxiety.

In this chaotic and critical battlefield, Leon neither had the time nor the energy to exorcise him again.

Hearing his friend’s call, Lokhak, consumed by rage, struggled against the intense impact of fury on his consciousness, gripping his halberd tightly, issuing incomprehensible roars from his throat, wanting to respond to Leon, yet finding himself powerless.

His mind aflame with blood-red and searing fire threatened his reason, yet deep within his soul, camaraderie shone like a beacon in the darkness, resolutely flickering on.

With another deafening roar, Lokhak suddenly surged forward, charging at the demon horde, his enormous demonized body akin to an uncontrollable war chariot, his halberd swing smashing through possessors and demon entities.

His thick, barbed arm grabbed hold of a large demon entity ahead, throwing it forcefully, sending it hurtling towards its kin like a projectile,

—Boom!

The tossed demon landed with a chaotic explosion ahead, carving an opening through brute strength.

Sensing the appearance of Angry Demons and Fear Demons behind him, roaring as they surrounded and attacked, intent on killing the disruptive stray.

The demons’ claws tore Lokhak’s armor apart, blades pierced his body, venom corroded the mighty knight’s wounds, yet Lokhak seemed oblivious to pain, fixated solely on charging forward with one belief…

to carve a bloody path for Leon.

Demon blood and severed limbs splattered in the darkness, chaotic screams and roars entwined, Lokhak’s body gradually covered in injuries, yet amidst his vigorous assault, a breach finally emerged in the demons’ encirclement.

“…

Go quickly!

I can’t hold on for long…” An inhumanly deep voice loudly screamed, the familiar blackened silhouette filled with blood-red.

Understanding that his half-demonized comrade was still aiding him, Leon repressed his anger towards the demons, without hesitation seized the fleeting opportunity to lead the Holy War Knights to break through the encirclement.

The engraved door became clearer before their eyes, exactly as Lola had described the entrance to the tomb.

The Holy Light held by Kovis shone with an even more dazzling brilliance.

The knights rushing to the front pushed the heavy doors open with great effort, slowly revealing a deep and boundless darkness within.

Leon swung Garner to drive away the persistent Demon Soul, then turned and charged through the door, only to suddenly stop.

He noticed that only Kovis, holding the Holy Light, and Olivia by his side remained with him.

Looking back, he saw the Holy War Knights bracing themselves against the doors, forming a horizontal formation to block the approaching Magic Tide.

The old ranger Glenn Soren stood at the front of the formation, shouting without turning his head, “My lord, fulfill your mission!!!”

The warriors within the formation stood their ground, fighting and roaring, with no one looking back or wavering.

Gazing at Lokhak, who was being gradually engulfed by the demons, Leon took one last deep look at the fearless knights, memorizing their backs, then resolutely turned and plunged into the pitch-black expanse.

With a thunderous crash, the heavy door, staunchly guarded by the knights, shut completely, cutting off the sounds of battle and flashes of blood from the brutal battlefield.

The large hall of the tomb fell into a deathly silence, with only the light of the Holy Light held by Kovis, which housed Lola’s soul, still enveloping the three who had reached their destination.

However, ahead in the darkness, a pillar of white glow slowly ascended from a multilevel circular Corona Altar illuminated by it.

The source of the light was a noble sarcophagus enveloped in a mist of light.

Could this be where Lola’s remains rest?

The three attempted to rush towards it, but a resonant bass echoed from the darkness ahead.

(Lorelette Language)

“…

I knew you would come back eventually…

Traitor, you and she could never part with these little pets…”

The booming demonic voice resounded like molten lava of a volcano about to erupt, the sound waves bypassing the eardrums and seeping into their souls like rolling toxic smoke.

The lantern in Kovis’s hand brightened suddenly, its white lights forming a barrier to protect the youth from the Chaos Magic that swept in from another dimension.

Olivia frowned tightly, a faintly vibrating golden wind of magic appearing around her, causing her to gasp slightly in pain; she gripped her long sword tightly, feeling a buzzing inside her head.

Leon had no such sensation, and surprised by his companions’ reactions, he lifted his silver Magic Gun in full alert and called out into the darkness in fluent Lorelette Language, mocking coldly:

“Come out, demon…

Are you only brave enough to play tricks from the shadows?

Did you also lose your balls when you demonized back in the day?”

The undignified insult caused giant blazing eyes to suddenly open in the darkness.

“I am not speaking to you, lowly mortal; this is not your place to intervene…” The polished floor of the tomb hall sounded with a slow, measured thudding, yet the expected earthshaking weight curiously vanished upon reaching the floor of this space.

The three of them looked up and saw a massive silhouette emerging from the shadow.

Firelight spurted from its feet and eyes, emitting choking sulfur-smelling smoke.

Gigantic wings spread like a cloak, waving away dense fog, and a massive demon battle axe was ablaze with terrifying magic flames.

A faintly glowing Hexagram Magic Pattern was engraved on its powerful black chest, and peeking through fierce flame eyes, the demon’s fierce head lowered its gaze: “Crawlers are unworthy of using our language…

I will later make sure to sew shut your insolent mouth, ensuring your soul knows the pain of eternal silent torment.”

“If he isn’t worthy…

then you, a despicable creature, have even less right to use this language in my presence.” Lola’s words suddenly echoed in the tomb hall.

The girl’s fierce and dignified voice was now frigid as frost.