Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 612 - 612 289 Horror Demon_3

612: Chapter 289: Horror Demon_3 612: Chapter 289: Horror Demon_3 A shock went through his heart, and the Demon dared no longer to take these ants lightly and play around.

His entire Demon Body transformed into a dense fog, disappearing instantly from Leon and Olivia’s sight.

“Dodge right!” As Kovis sprinted swiftly with the wind boot spell, he suddenly heard Lady Lora’s whisper.

With a flicker of light in his hand, he obeyed the warning without hesitation and dashed to the side.

The fearsome axe of the Demon suddenly appeared in the shadows, though it missed its mark, the shockwave still sent Kovis flying, spewing blood, feeling as though all his internal organs were shattered as he rolled on the ground.

However, even severely injured, the youth’s hand still clung tightly to the lantern that housed Lady Lora.

Quentin Zalar swiftly approached the boy who climbed up despite the pain, his gaze fixed on the Holy Light in his hand, inching ever closer, and he let out a low snicker.

Without looking, the Demon could sense that those two had fled far away in a panic, with no one to rescue this pitiful youth.

“Your companions abandoned you, even more decisively than I thought.

Is the bond between you really that weak?”

The Demon crouched low, his giant claw reaching for the soul lantern that seemed to him no more than a toy: “The game is over.”

“Yes, it’s over.”

Clutching the lantern tightly, Kovis let out a mockery, his face stained with blood.

The magic power within the boy suddenly pressured toward his embrace, promptly destroying the inner magic technique demon rune of the Guardian Spirit Holy Lamp’s core.

A faint magical power reverberated, and the intricate construct vanished into smoke and dust in an instant.

“No!!!

Damn it!

You’ve gone mad!!”

The Demon’s enraged cry echoed like thunder.

He grabbed the crude object that shattered internally from the damned boy.

The Demon Eye swept over it, the sacred soul it housed had vanished without a trace in that instant.

“Do you know whose soul you discarded?

You fool!

Without her, your world is doomed!”

Having lost the perception of Lola’s soul, Quentin Zalar roared angrily like an infuriated beast, spewing dense smoke and flames from his gigantic maw.

Leaning against a collapsed beam, hearing a thunderous roar, Kovis saw a flash of lightning behind the Demon.

“…I know.”

The youth’s weary eyes held a smile, feeling no regret, even if devoured by this furious Demon.

But in the next second, the furious Demon suddenly cracked a sly grin from the mouth that just spewed rage.

“Did you think…

I fell for it?”

Kovis’s eyes widened in terror.

“Hahahaha—…!” The Demon laughed a horrific laugh that resonated instantly within the hall.

…

Skimming through the air with the Flying Thunder God technique.

Leon crossed the distance swiftly from the original side of the Demon.

Bringing back the soul of Lola to his heart, clenching the magic gun that Olivia helped him throw with full force, seeing it about to fall toward the magnificently adorned coffin altar.

Yet, at the moment it fell, he heard a Demon’s laugh and saw a dense fog rise from the edge of the solar high platform, forming a slender demonic figure clad in a shadow robe.

The rolling magic power surged from that shadow-robed Demon with upward horns.

—What?!

Already too late to react, there was unexpectedly another Demon in front of the altar, Leon was horrified and unable to alter this rapidly falling trajectory.

In haste, his mind reacted swiftly, and he called out to Lola with a high voice in his heart, reflexively opening a familiar handprint.

Full force attack!!

No need to concern my safety!!

Only feeling a moment of unexplained regret as the little teacher within sighed.

He immediately gathered the magic element and blood throughout his body, rushing to his fingertips.

The Soul Bow manifested more clearly than ever in Leon’s left hand, his consciousness blurred before that immense extracting force drained him.

And the dazzling Light Arrow upon the virtual string instantly rippled layers of waves, tearing through the void toward the demon below.

“…Using ‘Lady’s’ spell against ‘Soul Tribunal’ me?

You really slept and became muddled, Lola.”

The Demon turned his claw backhandedly.

The Isa’s Arrow, brimming with magic power like a Light Cannon, was wrapped in a circle of black magic power like thread as it approached him.

The next second, the Light Arrow dissipated into smoke.

To break through this basic spell, once belonging to their own school…

is simpler than breathing for every disciple of the “Ladies,” not even worth calling a duel between Mages, merely a pastime.

The slender shadow Demon turned into dense fog, flying upwards like a black mist and wrapping around Leon.

Mid-air, Leon—his stamina and energy completely drained by Lola’s spell—felt his mind shake, lacking even the strength to resist.

Bang!

The black mist fell back onto the altar.

The scattered shadow revealed Leon, whose neck was grasped by the Demon’s sharp claws.

The black neck armor was slowly being crushed under the Demon’s immense force.

“…so here you are…

to be honest, ant, I’m impressed.

Your body houses the soul of a Pope, yet you still retain consciousness.

That’s interesting…”

“You damned…

what the hell!!!”

Leon asked hoarsely through clenched teeth, trying to buy time and find a chance to counterattack.

However, his body, completely drained by Lola’s spell, retained not an ounce or a shred of strength to lift an arm.

If not for his body’s resilience, he would be fainting from exhaustion again like before.

…Now, PLAN B has truly failed.

One wrong step, and it’s all over.

“Hahaha—…..that face, that face.

I love you self-proclaimed smart ants, now showing such panic and refusal, so sweet, so delightful!

Hahaha…..”

The distorted face of the slender Demon laughed viciously, eyes as beast-like as a mouth, emitting smoky laughter from the three mouths on its face, eyes and mouth moving with the laughter.

“What am I?

Don’t tell me you don’t understand the Lorelette Language?

I am Quentin Zalar…

Don’t view me with your short-sighted human eyes.

There’s nothing odd about having more than one body.

You truly walked into the trap yourself.

I expected some defense against me, but you, fool…

it seems that traitor never mentioned me to you.”

Thundering hoof steps came from afar, and the giant Horror Demon Quentin Zalar carrying a Battle Axe also let out a rolling thunder-like laugh.

Far away, watching Leon, whom she had thrown the Magic Gun to, Olivia’s face turned pale with terror, screaming a shrill, raging shout as she sprinted ahead, gripping her long sword, and launching herself into action.

The consciousness of the shadow-cloaked Horror Demon shifted.

That hulking Demon Body flew over, swinging the Battle Axe, descending fiercely from the air, intercepting the girl engulfed in the Disturbing Magic Field.

Even without using magic, Horror Demons are powerful warriors among demons.

The Demon’s Axe and the shimmering gold blade entwined in a whirlwind; Olivia fought with all her might, evading within the storm of massive blades.

Her form dodging in every cut, each strike inches away from death.

Defeat seemed merely a matter of time.

In the rubble of the Stone Coffin in the distance, Kovis dragged his blood-seeping broken body, continually crawling toward the altar.

But Quentin Zalar no longer bothered with the struggles of two dying humans.

“….can you still hear me?

You just said I couldn’t take you away today….

And now?

Both you…

and Valary, I utterly detest you arrogant old fogeys…but your power will soon belong to me, Lola.”

With black-armored Knight in hand, Quentin Zalar lifted the Knight with the disproportionate strength of his slender Demon arm.

Streams of black smoke poured out like tendrils from the shadow-cloaked robe, stripping away the Wing Helmet, suddenly invading the seven orifices.

“…..Let me find where you hid….

hmm….

there it is~.”

Quentin Zalar’s right claw grasped in the air.

A dazzling bright virtual image slowly dragged out from Leon’s body.

The snow-haired weakened girl Spiritual Body tangled by smoke-like tendrils around her neck emitted sizzling noise like electric currents.

“Long time no see, traitor, offer your spirit to the Ladies, after I devour your flesh, I won’t have to mind that scoundrel Valary’s ugly face…I look forward to that arrogant scum bowing before me.” Quentin Zalar’s three mouths chuckled smugly.

Lola’s phantom winced in restraint, enduring the soul-piercing pain, yet her gaze remained serene.

The laughter of Horror Demon ceased, slightly dissatisfied.

This complete failure would turn her millennia of achievements and obsessions into smoke, what’s left to despair?

Why, does the fear emanating from this Spiritual Body even seem less than before?

Black hand armor.

Clung to the slender wrist of the Horror Demon.

“You want to…

…give my precious disciple.

…..to whom?”