Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 611 - 611 289 Horror Demon_2

611: Chapter 289 Horror Demon_2 611: Chapter 289 Horror Demon_2 Leon glanced at the Holy Light in Cavus’s hand, feeling reassured.

Even staying inside the lantern could produce sound; was it because Lola had approached her physical body and regained some strength?

He made a gesture behind his back, and the three of them subtly and slowly dispersed, taking advantage of Lola’s voice to attract the demon’s attention, attempting to bypass the enormous demon.

“…Haha…

Haha~…

Are you angry?

That’s quite rare…” The Horror Demon raised its massive head, its demon eyes seeming to gaze into another dimension.

Its blood-filled maw of sharp teeth interlocked with a sneer: “Is it because you ‘enjoyed’ the performance I prepared for you?

Did you relish the sight of those little pets you continued to this day, slaughtering each other?

I never tire of it, lightly flicking the fake souls of mortals with my fingertips, to reveal so much of their weakness and submission…”

Lola’s voice in the hall remained calm: “All manifestations in the world are reflections of one’s own soul.

The ugliness and weakness you see are but shadows of your past self, Quentin Zalar.

I haven’t forgotten the times when a human face still appeared on your face, showing pathetic expressions again and again.”

Quentin Zalar’s grim and twisted face suddenly showed some change, but in an instant, he let out a muffled laugh, his voice booming: “Your words truly carry the air of a ‘lady,’ but do you think this will anger me?

Too long has passed, I have already transcended that false past.

But you, who protected them for thousands of years, what have you gained?

Now even your soul has been pried out from a resting shell by those ungrateful Rodocs, hahaha, I must thank them for their ignorance and ingratitude~!”

The enormous demon raised its huge hoof, pacing leisurely with interest, its voice deep as a bell, looking down at the three Felu people in front of it: “Look at these little things wearing the same fake masks, now so fearless and brave, but what kind of cowardly panic lies beneath their shells?

Is this batch fighting for you?

When they see your physical body…

what kind of terrified, devastated expressions will they show upon seeing how I have twisted it.”

“Don’t flaunt your petty tricks trying to deceive me, Quentin Zalar.

Even you in a complete state cannot approach my body, let alone now, or why else would you wait here for my return?” In the hall, Lola’s contemptuous sarcasm halted the probing words.

The Horror Demon’s voice paused, as a trace of anger finally brewed in its heart, raising the huge axe in its hand: “Enjoy your last show of defiance, Lola, your magic I indeed cannot penetrate, but I can now also smell your fear…

As long as I take your soul to present to her, the power within your shell will ultimately belong to me!

And you, too, will return among us…

After all, you are a part of her, the lady has awaited you for long, this time no one can protect you again.”

“You cannot take me away today…

I am not her, and I never will be.” Lola’s voice rang out in the darkness, still as decisive as before, the plain tone, as if stating a destined fact.

Quentin Zalar let out an inhuman sneer: “Ha~…

Is that so?

And as a fragment, who do you think you are?”

“I am Lola, Lola Illaril.”

The demon was about to retort, but the words stopped as its fiery eyes saw several humans silently running not far away.

He abandoned this verbal struggle with the stubborn ancient relic of the Flame Sun Court, suddenly spreading his wings and shaking the black mist, leaping high into the air.

His gaze remained locked onto Leon, his eyes already predicting, just before the colossal body of the Horror Demon swiftly lunged toward Cavus holding the Holy Light, he flicked his hand, sending the Netti Black Card flying into the demon’s path.

Callisto!

Roar—!!!

The massive bear figure suddenly appeared, the enraged Horror Mountain Giant Bear roaring and crushing the statue and ancient stone coffins beneath it.

The monster, having just adapted to the Spiritual Field environment, charged forward several steps, colliding head-on with the demon.

—Boom!!!

A shockingly explosive wave, the giant beast, many times larger than the demon, was struck by the Horror Demon’s heavy axe, blood splattered, sent flying.

The dozens of tons giant bear howled in the air, like a large inflatable toy struck high into the sky.

The king of the forest only obstructed the mighty demon for a moment, but it allowed Cavus to abruptly stop, avoiding the fate of being smashed to pieces by Quentin Zalar’s axe.

The Horror Demon raised the axe blade, watching the bear blood on it dissolve into points of light and disappear, slightly surprised, he glanced at the card that had fallen into the shadows, but temporarily set aside his interest.

A pair of flaming demon eyes once again fixated on the human youth turning to escape.

More accurately, it was the magic lantern in his hand that could sense the soul of that ‘traitor.’

The pounding of hooves rose, the demon seeing the foul-mouthed knight in black armor with a winged helmet, recklessly holding a Magic Wand with an attached Flame Blade, blocking its way.

“Get out of the way!”

Not even bothering to fly over, the Horror Demon charged straight at this mortal, bringing down the axe with force.

The terrifying wind pressure enveloped by the Magic Flame giant axe had not yet fallen, causing the large stone coffins around to shake and lift, the heavy force seeming capable of crushing the earth.

In the boundless danger, Leon’s black eyes slowly expanded, revealing an unprecedented depth and focus.

Time almost froze in the miraculous perception as he stared at the trajectory coming down like a tsunami above, ignoring any possible direct confrontation in battle.

Without exception, that would lead to him being crushed to dust in an instant; just one contact with the demon’s unbelievable titan strength would kill him in a flash.

His cloak vibrated, and the Black-armored Knight moved with the agility of a spirit cat, brushing past the incoming giant axe at the fastest angle.

—The heavy axe crashed onto the floor.

The wind pressure from the demon’s heavy blow was incredibly strong, directly blowing Leon, clad in finely crafted heavy armor, to the side.

But catching this whirlwind, Leon swiftly made a horizontal cut, leaving a high-temperature scorch mark on the horror demon’s leg with the Molten Flame Demon Blade ignited by Garner.

Pushed back a few positions, Leon steadied himself with the tip of his toe against the ground to counteract the force sliding him away, and he braced his stance, secretly gritting his teeth.

Inconceivably hard!

Not at all like flesh, even with the might of the Molten Flame Sword attached, he couldn’t cut through even a bit!

One strike achieved nothing, but it also momentarily diverted the horror demon’s attention.

In an instant, the Knight Girl evaded the whirlwinds at the demon’s back, and amidst the sparks and lightning, silently flew in.

That Victory Blade full of notches and scars still held a sword momentum like a rainbow.

But Olivia’s helmet, chest armor, and skirt armor had long since been removed on the spot — if the mortal armor couldn’t withstand even a single blow from the demon, then the armor on her body would be nothing but a burden!

With her reduced weight, the girl moved with miraculous speed, faster even than the sound waves stirred by her steps.

But the horror demon’s perception was never limited by the eyes and ears of mere mortals.

Quentin Zalar had long discovered the sneaky Knight Girl, yet he just swept his giant wings fiercely towards her, completely unfearing that allegedly harmless…

——Szz!!

Demon blood splattered, Olivia’s swift sword changed from a stab to a slash, cutting across the side of the horror demon’s waist.

The finely forged steel Heavy Sword of mortal iron left a not-too-deep but not-too-shallow wound on the demon, and in an instant, a long-lost pain drilled into Quentin Zalar’s soul.

The horror demon was stunned.

Leon was stunned.

Olivia was stunned, too.

She only intended to delay the opponent, never expecting her sword could actually wound this demon body that even her lover’s Molten Flame Magic couldn’t pierce.

“!!?” In this thousand-year gap of pain, the horror demon suddenly became furious.

——Whoosh!

The demon swung a horizontal axe as Olivia backflipped on the spot, using her small frame to swiftly evade the heavy axe blow.

Yet at the same time, flames erupted from the axe blade, igniting a tornado-like, scorching Magic Flame Storm, directly devouring the golden-haired girl who couldn’t dodge in time.

In a frightful rage, Leon dashed forward, about to rush into the rolling heat waves engulfing the girl.

But just as he approached, he saw the wind currents stirring within the fire storm, with Olivia’s petite body flipping through the air, escaping the flames and landing in front of him.

In the girl’s eyes, the golden light rose high, her expression somewhat scared.

The gray battle robe wrapped around her chest heaved slightly in tension, yet neither her hair nor the robe was burned by the scorching demon flames.

“——…..You are a Flame Sun Guard?!”

Quentin Zalar’s demonic voice was filled with disgust.

But he didn’t wait for an answer; he turned his head to see that during this unexpected delay, the human boy holding the Holy Light had already sped through half of the hall with magic underfoot.