I will be a demon in this life!

Chapter 260 260

"What are you doing?" Apostle Mitchel approached the Golden Paladin, who had already conjured another fiery spear.

"Apostle, should we kill him?" the Golden Paladin asked quickly, without letting his guard down.

"It's not necessary..."

Boom!

Apostle Mitchel's reply was interrupted by a powerful attack from Apostle Alon, who activated the magical energy contained in the spear's tip to increase the attack's power.

"You despicable demons, I will annihilate you right now for invading our territory," said the apostle Alon in a tone that betrayed his contempt for the demonic species.

By that time, the apostle Alon had already recognized the Temple of Endless Heaven where he had awakened—a temple that had vanished in the midst of his battle against the powerful demon wielding the two dark daggers.

On the other hand, Apostle Alon's words left Apostle Mitchel and the Golden Paladin baffled.

"Apostle, if we're not going to kill him, I'll withdraw—those are Minister Retriev's orders," said the Golden Paladin.

The diamond-tipped spear of Apostle Alon was gleaming, and a brilliant golden aura enveloped Apostle Mitchel's daggers.

The daggers were drawing power from the gems embedded in their hilts.

The battle raged on; shockwaves rippled back and forth, and the ground began to shake and crack.

Both apostles were pushing their powerful High-Rank weapons to their limits.

In less than two minutes, chaos returned to that area, and craters began to appear on the ground every time the apostles' weapons clashed.

"Minister Retriev is right," thought the Golden Paladin as he watched the battle.

It was clear to the Golden Paladin that if the battle continued at this pace, he would be the next to die.

At that moment, every time the weapons clashed, the residual energy from Apostle Alon's powerful attacks inflicted increasingly deep cuts on Apostle Mitchel, who had been solely focused on blocking the attacks.

The Golden Paladin hesitated no longer and began to retreat, his magic staff in hand and the fiery spear still levitating in the air above him.

Apostle Alon turned his gaze toward the Golden Paladin.

"I will not let you escape after you have corrupted our lands," Apostle Alon was about to burn his spiritual core.

Boom!

Apostle Alon blocked two powerful energy slashes from Apostle Mitchel's daggers.

Both apostles were at the seventh spiritual core (high level); if they burned their spiritual cores, they would easily reach the eighth spiritual core. For that reason, Apostle Mitchel interrupted Apostle Alon's actions.

Someone at the seventh spiritual core was already practically a natural disaster if they began to unleash their power constantly, but someone at the eighth spiritual core could easily destroy an entire city with a single move.

"Apostle Alon, you are Mr. Gemini's disciple. Is that all you're capable of? You're nothing more than a mere puppet of a demon right now!" exclaimed Apostle Mitchel, who was already beginning to gasp for breath due to the wounds that were making him feel weaker and weaker.

"Despicable demon of poisonous words, you will never defeat my master," said Apostle Alon, who had only heard a few distorted words.

"If I burn my spiritual core before he does, I will be able to stop him and thus prevent a brother from committing an even greater sin," thought Apostle Mitchel.

The Golden Paladin was already far away, but the apostle Alon could still sense his presence.

At that moment, the apostle Alon looked up at the sky; a putrid eye was staring down at him from the top of a reddish sky.

"When did all this happen?" he wondered for a few seconds, and then he fell to his knees as if he had been overcome by weakness.

Apostle Alon, with a drowsy gaze, shed a few tears as he looked up at the sky again—a beautiful, clear blue sky—but in that moment, he saw in his memory the images of the innocents he had killed.

"Brother, kill me, free me from sin before I fall again!" exclaimed the apostle Alon as he saw the sky gradually turning red once more.

The apostle Alon laid his spear on the ground and clasped his hands together to pray.

"The Endless Heavens will watch over your soul and bring you comfort," said Apostle Mitchel as he gripped the hilts of his daggers tightly.

"The grace of the Heavens knows no end," replied Apostle Alon in a solemn and wistful tone.

Apostle Mitchel hesitated no longer and leaped forward, brandishing his daggers to grant Apostle Alon a swift and merciful death.

Blood!

...

In his comfortable and elegant room.

Marquis Mart Sevec's face was pale; blood was flowing from his nose, mouth, ears, and even his eyes.

Emy, who stood by his side, used a handkerchief—made from the silk of an Ancient Demonic Caterpillar—to wipe the blood from her beloved's face, who was still asleep.

She caressed Mart's cheeks, and they felt somewhat cold.

At that moment, even though he was a demon with power as a demonic sorcerer approaching the Ninth Rank, activating a spell unique to the Demon of Sloth was something that required a great deal of demonic energy and stamina. And although he had been holding out until that moment, his body was showing signs of nearing its limit, in which case he planned to activate some of the demonic resources he had not yet used.

...

In Emperor Venrac's elegant study.

"Your Majesty, some of the soldiers who had fallen asleep due to that unknown demon's powerful spell have awakened and are causing chaos and death," Minister Retriev reported.

Emperor Richard Venrac couldn't help but sigh.

"At what point did everything spiral out of control?" he asked himself.

But as the emperor he was, he knew he couldn't hesitate; he took a deep breath, then slammed his left fist down on his desk.

At that moment, Emperor Venrac's golden eyes flashed.

...

In dozens and dozens of different locations across the imperial territory—where some of the soldiers who had awakened from the spell that had put them to sleep were stationed—chaos reigned. Although some of these soldiers were not particularly strong, a large number of those who awoke burned through their spiritual cores or mana circles in their efforts to confront all the demons that their distorted senses perceived.