The light made Luther hesitate to approach Nick too closely, yet his arrows did not slow in the slightest. On the contrary, his assault grew faster and fiercer, forcing Nick to retreat again and again.
Luther suddenly curled his lips into a grin. A rain of dark arrows shot toward Nick, and at the sa ti, his wings beat. In the blink of an eye, he turned into an arrow himself and vanished without a trace!
Nick hurriedly blocked the storm of attacks while struggling to track Luther’s movents.
However, distraction ca at the price of blood. Both his arm and thigh were struck by arrows!
At that very mont, a violent gust of wind surged forth. Luther appeared, holding in his hand a massive arrow nearly the size of a blade, thrusting it sideways toward Nick’s carotid artery.
The distance was far too close, and Luther’s speed far too great. There was almost no room for Nick to escape.
Almost purely on instinct, Nick shouted, "Silvanus!!!"
"Grawww!"
In that instant, a deafening roar suddenly rang out, carrying with it a bone-chilling cold where every breath felt painfully sharp.
Nick only felt his entire body yanked violently. He snapped his eyes open and realized that he was now sitting atop the back of a gigantic creature with a bizarre shape, but that coloration...
He instinctively looked up and, sure enough, saw Nerio tilting his head to look at him. The corners of the boy’s lips were lifted in a mocking smile. "You called out to Silvanus quite decisively. Who do you think you are, to believe Silvanus should save you?"
On the other side, Kirin spat out a strange, extrely viscous substance, bluish-white in color, mixed with hazy hues like light refracting across a thin layer of oil on water.
It was hard to imagine that just a second ago, that mass had been a demon standing before Nick, capable of posing a deadly threat to his life.
Nick gasped for breath. Although he knew Nerio was definitely not weak, he had never expected him to be this powerful.
And Kirin too. So Kirin could actually grow this large?!
However, upon hearing Nerio’s words, Nick could not help feeling a bit of disagreent. He pressed his lips together and replied directly, "Silvanus and I are friends. He will definitely save ."
Nerio narrowed his eyes at Nick, staring at him so intensely that Nick felt as though in the very next second, Nerio might freeze him into a block of ice.
That was truly terrifying. How could a child have such a gaze?!
But before Nick could say anything else, Nerio suddenly closed his eyes and collapsed. At the sa mont, Kirin also transford, returning in the blink of an eye to his small, harmless form.
The change happened so fast that Nick barely had ti to react. He hurriedly caught Nerio while reaching out to scoop up Kirin.
Kirin anxiously leapt into Nerio’s arms, repeatedly butting his head against Nerio’s chest.
Nick could not help pulling him back. "Your horns could hurt Nerio."
Kirin imdiately bared his teeth at Nick, but at least he did not continue and instead curled up quietly in Nerio’s arms.
At this mont, he truly looked small. It was hard to imagine the imposing figure he had just been.
Moreover, Nerio seed to be in great pain. Even though he appeared to be unconscious, his small face was slightly furrowed, and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his lips.
Nick hurriedly cast healing magic, hoping it could help Nerio. At the sa ti, he could not help thinking that even while severely injured, Nerio was still this strong. If he were uninjured, just how powerful would he be?
On the other side, Natalia frowned when she saw that Luther had actually been taken down.
Suddenly, a strong wind swept through, carrying a faint fragrance. At the sa ti, Marax’s distinctive gentle voice rang out, "There’s no need to wait for him. The next one to fall will be you."
Natalia’s eyes widened as she hurriedly turned her head. Then, as if realizing sothing, she suddenly lowered her gaze. From her abdon, she could see fresh blood seeping out unceasingly. In the blink of an eye, her body rapidly decayed. Chunks of rotting flesh fell straight to the ground, and she did not even have the chance to let out a single scream.
Asta watched this scene, his gaze intoxicated as he looked toward the sky.
He, too, had exhausted all his strength. His body swayed before he collapsed, his heart still overflowing with sweet thoughts.
Marax saved him. A beauty saving a hero. Oh heavens, wasn’t this proof that Marax also liked him a little?
Sure enough, choosing to follow Marax had been the right decision. With such charm, how could Marax possibly not be satisfied with him?
Asta covered his heart, his eyes squeezing shut as he smiled like a complete fool.
But sothing even more shocking followed. Asta only sensed a rich, lingering fragrance. Imdiately after, his entire body was suddenly lifted up. One of Marax’s arms hooked beneath his knees, while the other supported his back. Her hands were soft, yet incomparably steady.
Asta’s eyes flew open. What filled his vision was a chest that almost blocked out all light. Then Marax suddenly lowered her head. Even from this angle, she looked breathtakingly beautiful, almost unreal. Bathed in the glow of the setting sun, each strand of her hair seed to shine, like an angel descending from the heavens.
That’s right. Marax was definitely an angel!
Asta covered his mouth with both hands, staring at Marax with trembling excitent. "Ma... Marax..."
Marax smiled gently. "How could I let you fall and suffer like that?"
Aaaaaa, so gentle!!!
"Marax, for the rest of my life, I won’t be able to love anyone but you!" Asta once again blurted out his true feelings in a rush of emotion.
Marax smiled faintly. She straightened up, and at that mont, the demons around them who had not yet been killed all bowed their heads in unison, looking toward her with reverent gazes.
Cain paid it no mind as he brought Asta down to the ground. Outside, waves of noisy discussion rose one after another.
Marax finished this battle without even revealing her wings. The demons could not help but once again recognize the true strength of this beautiful female demon.
Bael was still shouting loudly. It seed that shouting so often did nothing to damage his throat. On the contrary, his voice sounded even clearer and more resonant. The sounds of drums and cymbals rang out without pause, wave after wave, as if proclaiming that victory belonged to them.
At this mont, Silvanus and the others had also gathered together.
Nick anxiously carried Nerio toward Silvanus. "It seems my abilities aren’t working on he. He’s been like this the whole ti..."
At this mont, Cain had also released Asta. He walked straight toward Nick and took Nerio from his arms.
Nick: "..."
Normally, Marax liked to tease Nerio, but at tis like this, she seed genuinely concerned about him.
It seed that only Nerio truly disliked Marax, Nick thought to himself.
Silvanus also said, "Nerio just needs to recover on his own. There’s no need to worry too much."
Only then did Nick nod, but he noticed that Silvanus was still frowning as he looked up into the sky. He could not help asking, "What’s wrong?"
Silvanus frowned slightly and said in a low voice, "The battle is over, but the barrier still hasn’t disappeared."
That was very strange.
Cain could not help frowning as well. At that very mont, a loud laugh suddenly rang out. Everyone instinctively looked over and discovered that a hand had suddenly erged from within a pile of strange material.
Nick shouted, "That’s Kirin’s. Luther isn’t dead?!"
In the blink of an eye, the upper half of Luther’s body crawled out. However, he was no longer intact at all. His body was torn and twisted to the point where it was difficult to recognize his original form, like a mass of mud desperately trying to hold itself together.
Using all his remaining strength, he roared, "Bael, you shaless bastard. You actually dared to let a creature of the Land of Light help you. This is a disgrace to the pride of demons!"
Cain gently patted Nerio’s shoulder. At the sa ti, countless pitch-black feathers appeared around him. In an instant, like a rain of bullets, they shot straight toward Luther’s barely recognizable form.
Luther had no expectation of being able to resist.
He raised hands that no longer resembled hands of his own. Darkness instantly grew chaotic, enveloping everything as it traced a sinister circle of dark magic.
The voice of one standing on the brink of death echoed in the ears of everyone present. "Cross the darkness and the stars, and carry this plea of mine to his side. I summon you, God of Demons. Appear and reclaim justice for your children!"
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