The witch thought I am a Demon God
Chapter 900 - 466: The Curse of the Demon King and the Yin Dark Soul_2

Chapter 900: Chapter 466: The Curse of the Demon King and the Yin Dark Soul_2

The Female Demon Cultist took out a comb powder used by Ivita’s original body and added it to the Ram Skull Goblet, then they raised the goblet and said, "Now one of you must drink from it, to bind your fate with that of your adversary, so that the Demon King may curse him."

Jalen was about to take the bizarre sheep bone cup, whose liquid, surprisingly, did not flow out through the gaps of the bone.

Just as Jalen was about to drink, the old King Henry VII snatched it away, saying to Jalen, "You are still young, better not to touch such things. My feud with Ivita is the deepest, it will work best if I drink, and besides, you need to keep in frequent contact with your Archbishop friend. If you drink it, it might be detected by others."

"It is different for me. I seldom meet with the bishops and high-ranking officials of The Church."

Having said that, he drained it in one gulp.

Jalen let out a barely perceptible sigh of relief, then asked his father with concern, "Father, how do you feel now?"

Henry VII stood still for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter. "I feel especially good right now. It is as if I have seized my opponent’s heart, and with just a little squeeze, my adversary will spit blood and perish, his head bursting and bleeding, with no place to be buried."

Jalen looked down to see Henry VII standing on top of a Five-pointed Star Demon Array, his right hand had turned completely black and was clenching as if he truly had a heart in his grasp; his expression was fierce, as he exerted all his strength to crush that heart.

They hadn’t noticed that the demon array was gradually corrupting the laws of Alsace through Henry VII; unbeknownst to them, their actions had linked the laws of Alsace with the universal laws of Hell.

The universal laws of Hell were contaminating the laws of Alsace.

In the civil war within Alsace, in fact, all parties had already been paying attention, everyone wanting to get a share from this major upheaval.

The Demon Apostles stood by with smiles on their faces.

But they could not yet tear their faces away from the kings; although the laws of Alsace were already decaying, declining, and initially polluted, they remained formidable. The kingdom, despite the sudden loss of three National Knights, still had an abundance of talent.

But as long as the ritual continued, tonight, Ivita would be killed by Henry VII, and both Henry VII and the Law Council of Alsace would fall into the shadow of darkness, turning Alsace into a breeding ground for Hell’s forces, albeit seemingly as usual on the surface.

Just then, amid the surreptitious intentions of everyone in this underground chamber, a voice appeared, tearing through the Ritual Fire, causing all the quietly burning candle flames to suddenly flare and morph into a pillar of fire.

Subsequently, the flames, tainted with the power of demons, were purified by Divine Power.

"My dear friends, you are indeed busy, always keeping an eye on me; don’t you think it’s a waste of your time?"

The faces of the Demon Apostles changed dramatically.

The Divine Power diffusing in the air turned into particles, each glowing like the sun, descending here.

The space in the chamber was divided into two parts, one side suddenly radiated white light, blindingly bright, as the grand consciousness descended and formed its own philosophical world; on the other side, an abyss that absorbed all human darkness, the essence of existence, from which countless philosophical concepts of Rogues emerged, filling the space with human desires, experiences, and memories of reality.

And the faces of the Demon Apostles changed dramatically.

"A grand consciousness has descended, almost of the same rank as our master, the magical concepts produced by the surrounding ritual have been altered, then stuffed with new memories, experiences, and logics."

"Everything that is happening here is being twisted."

The leading Female Demon Apostle looked at the double-circle pentagram on the ground that was protecting them from the harm of demonic power, burning rapidly, almost to the point of vanishing. That double-circle pentagram was now the only thing protecting them.

But as the candles burst one after another, the pentagram on the floor also faded swiftly, and a voice whispered in the ear of the Female Demon Apostle, almost making her scream.

It was the light laughter of a young man.

She realized that her master’s power was retreating, as if hesitating whether to stay and escalate this minor conflict into a divine battle.

She no longer hid her contempt, and said to Jalen disrespectfully, "You only said that the enemy was a Wizard before, but you didn’t say it was a Spirit."

"Do you know the consequences of directly cursing a Spirit with this ritual? It’s as foolish as staring directly at a solar eclipse with one’s eyes during the eclipse."

"Humans, how dare you deceive us and our Lord?"

"Moreover, that Wizard’s Light Soul and Dark Soul are far too strong. How could they be so powerful?"

Jalen, the Court ministers, and the Minister of Finance saw Henry VII clutching his head, screaming incessantly, his right hand melting away like a block of ice, vanishing in seconds.

And Henry VII was subject to the backlash of the failed curse, as Ivita reflected all the curses back into his body, and many Mages in the Magic Network placed their curses on him.

Suddenly, the dual curses completely contaminated Henry VII’s body, his skin covered with markings that had no special meaning, simply the remnants of knowledge about World Runes manifested from Ivita’s understanding.