Upon seeing this, Ambrose’s face changed drastically, and he roared:
"Attack!"
But at the sa ti, the faint sounds of cattle and sheep from the hole suddenly beca loud.
The "Funeral Sect" had concocted corpse balls and "Demon God Eggs," hiding them here for an entire month with the help of [Authority: Burial].
Although the human corpses brought by the Rat People and those sporadically lured as sacrifices for the [Demon God Egg] were seriously insufficient, the final group of Rat People made a suicide attack, offering their lives, ultimately eting the minimal hatching requirents.
Moo—!
A resounding moo echoed throughout the sewer system and spread far to the surface, resonating in the hearts of thousands.
The entire "load-bearing wall" made of flesh, bones, and hair completely collapsed.
The "thing" in the center, like a heart or a fleshy egg, though unsatisfied with the number of sacrifices, had reached this mont; with the sound of amniotic fluid breaking, an extrely tall, phantom-like figure descended before the Iron Wall Knights.
Though this was a Demon God belonging to the Lower World, it was nonetheless sothing normal for this era’s style, lacking the indescribable, unnamable nature of an "Ancient God."
Yet at this mont, it unabashedly revealed its "Mythical Form"!
Grey-white skin, limbs with the demonic claws characteristic of the Lower Realm, a snake-headed tail continuously hissing, a three-ter-tall torso reaching the sewer ceiling with a goat’s head on the left shoulder, a bull’s head on the right, and a human head in the middle.
With each breath, toxic, scorching, filthy, fetid hellish air spread, causing knighthood’s bright armor, longsword, and even the filthy sewer rocks to appear as if aged, rapidly becoming mottled and decayed.
However, this was clearly an underdeveloped "premature child," its body flickering like a faulty signal, as if ready to be rejected from this world at any mont.
Far inferior to Percy’s projection after the "God of Opera" broke the seal.
On its three heads, six eyes flickering with fla passed faintly over the humans before it.
A group of Holy Knights, trembling both physically and ntally, unable to stand steadily, instinctively lowered their heads, but...
"Ah—!"
The young man who had been hiding far behind the group, narrowly escaping his last ordeal, ultimately couldn’t escape his destiny this ti.
With just a glance at the "Mythical Form", his reason instantly collapsed, his features twisted, snot and tears streaming uncontrollably, he charged at the "Demon God."
"No!"
Ambrose’s warning was already too late.
Bang!
Midway, he exploded into a mist of blood, rging into Demon God Balam’s body.
Just as the group of Iron Wall Knights gritted their teeth, determined to stand and launch one final charge of their lives,
The ominous figure, seemingly ford from calamity, showed no interest in them, vanishing instantly into the dark sewer.
Attracted by the celebratory joy overhead, this projection’s power was extrely limited, with no need to waste ti on a side dish when enjoying the main course.
Taking advantage of the rare entry into the Material World, a decisive strike and swift retreat was the only logical move.
Bang!
The Iron Wall Knights who had faced this terrifying presence up close, supporting themselves with longswords to avoid kneeling, collapsed as soon as it departed.
But Ambrose had already issued a warning through the [Mind Network] at the first instance:
"Demon God Balam’s projection... has arrived!"
...
As the coronation ceremony within St. Jas’s Palace was underway.
Right outside the palace gates, in Regent Street Square, a large crowd of spectators had gathered.
Following the normal schedule of festivities, once the new Her Majesty the Queen completed the coronation ceremony, she would, escorted by guards, tour specific districts in a carriage to et the citizens of the Royal Capital.
Moreover, with the recent rise in Phaletis’ national strength, the rapid improvent in people’s livelihood, and the Royal Family receiving the people’s favor; tens of thousands of citizens had spontaneously gathered just in the square outside the palace gates.
Many had started singing while waiting.
"God save our gracious Queen!
Long live our noble Queen!
God save the Queen!
Grant her victory,
Happy and glorious,
Long to reign over us..."
The warm atmosphere had completely dispelled the autumn chill, as if returning to a heated sumr.
Then.
All of this was suddenly interrupted by a loud moo, plunging the square into silence, each person felt like their throat was "held," as if impending disaster lood.
Each individual appeared to be standing at the edge of a bottomless abyss; even a slightly louder breathing could cause imdiate, complete annihilation!
The so-called "Honor Duel" in the palace naturally ca to an abrupt halt.
Swoosh—
Pedro, under the blessing of [Secret Technique: Circle of Sacrifice], had swiftly moved beside Prince Manolo, securing him tightly.
By now, around him, no longer was the Sword Qi swirling like a frosty mist, but solidified into ripples in the air, subtle yet unbreakable.
Evidently, relying on [Secret Technique: Circle of Sacrifice], he could slightly touch the swordsmanship [Perfection] realm’s [Sword Qi Ripple]. Whereas a Master could cut steel with a wooden sword, [Perfection Level] [Sword Qi Ripple] could easily slice through Sword Qi!
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