Chapter 155: Younger Demon, Dowon (4)

“It’s inconceivable.”

The Golden Knights. A despairing voice leaped from Lemon’s mouth.

“What the hell!”

He was clearly a greenhorn.

Too younger, a younger man with a good-looking face who had simply dipped his physique into these waters for the primary time.

He was thought of expert, however there have been a lot on this aspect who may examine with him.

S-class Hunter.

A title that solely those that have been by means of all types of turmoil can attain.

The Knights of the World Tree additionally typically challenged themselves to show their expertise, nevertheless it’s a place not simply obtained.

Lemon was additionally a talented particular person, shoulder to shoulder with them.

…However why?

Lemon trembled as he appeared on the two corpses mendacity on the ground.

Simply now, two skills equal to S-class had been defeated.

By that man of no less than equal talent.

“Is that this actually an influence that may come from one’s personal physique?”

“Absolutely… I reduce off his arm.”

Even Lemon’s knights have been shedding morale.

Overwhelmed.

The extra they thought they might attain him, the extra desperately they clung, however no noticeable change existed.

Veterans amongst veterans.

Hunters who will need to have lived for no less than thirty years killing demons and Ents.

They moved with expertise, chopping off the enemy’s tendons.

Each arms’ tendons. One Achilles tendon.

Usually, one ought to turn into a puppet incapable of something.

But, the person moved as if nothing occurred.

Weird and grotesque.

Even bleeding profusely, he was high-quality.

The type of fight was too horrible to even point out.

Gouging out eyes with two fingers. Or piercing eardrums with a stolen sword.

There was no hesitation in these horrible acts.

Woong Woooong!

What about magic?

Every time there was a spot, he well timed discovered and activated the fitting magic.

A mysterious being that shattered the apparent widespread sense that martial artists can’t use magic.

As an alternative, he countered different magicians, breaking their spirits.

As if flaunting his energy.

He didn’t hesitate to inflict accidents on himself, seemingly making an attempt to induce concern forcefully.

And it labored all too nicely towards the ragtag alliance.

“Okay, h. Uaaaaah!”

A hunter, half-laughing crazily, charged to stab the Younger Demon.

Holding the spear at an angle, aiming to pierce by means of his again—

However the Younger Demon was sooner.

“…Hup!”

The Younger Demon flipped over to the person’s again and kicked him.

The hunter misplaced his stability and slammed into the bottom, then spikes that sprouted from the bottom pierced by means of the person’s physique.

Kwajik!

The sound of flesh being impaled on spikes.

A rose filled with spikes, drenched in blood, bloomed.

The spikes have been clearly a product of earth magic, a remodeled type.

It’s tough to supply impromptu magic transformations.

This will need to have been magic ready earlier than the battle.

Then, it was much more regarding.

What number of methods did that man have up his sleeve?

Regardless of being of equal talent, the number of patterns he may make the most of was in a special dimension.

Above all, the most important hole between the Younger Demon and them was this:

“…He doesn’t get drained.”

Irrespective of how a lot they attacked him, there was no signal of him weakening, an inexhaustible stamina.

Lemon gripped her greatsword tightly.

‘I want it have been a bluff. Nevertheless it doesn’t appear so in any respect.’

Now they perceive why he’s known as the Younger Demon.

An incomprehensible strain. Charisma.

A sensation that they’d felt from leaders of the crimson knights, private guards, nice magicians, or presidents of the infinite guilds who had reached the top of energy, was additionally emanating from the Younger Demon.

…In the event that they let issues proceed this fashion, extra people surpassing their limits would emerge.

Beings that each one the World Bushes have been cautious of and hostile towards.

They have been of the identical rank because the Wooden Spirit King, like the fashionable Heavenly Demons and the Infinite.

“Kuh.”

They have to defeat him right here.

Gritting her enamel, Lemon shouted till her throat was hoarse.

“I’ve known as for reinforcements!”

The eyes of those that had been subdued lit up at her voice.

Even when it meant all of them dying right here, they need to defeat him.

Her saffron hair fluttered within the air as spirits clung to her physique.

Launch. Tree Transformation.

The notable tree individuals current drew upon the safety of the World Bushes.

“…Lionheart King.”

Lemon, who had skilled each little bit of her energy to repay the grace after being saved by the World Tree, was typically ridiculed by some as a case of nepotism. Nonetheless, nobody may deny her precise expertise.

It was clear she possessed a fraction of genius.

Crunch!

It burned to the extent that she couldn’t use magic.

Wanting again on the Younger Demon with disbelief, he was already engaged in a fierce battle with the hunters who had joined late.

Dodging assaults, he spun round and kicked a head.

The cranium of the hunter was deeply dented.

He dodged an ambush from behind. Together with his ft, he broke the neck bones of one other fallen enemy.

The black magic flickered a number of occasions following the ever-changing ideas of the Younger Demon’s fingers.

It was like taking a look at petals.

“…Hoo.”

A sigh escaped the person’s lips.

His gaze was directed on the quite a few hunters descending from Dowon.

Thirty-three.

The variety of hunters he had taken down to this point.

Though known as a monster, it’s not that he didn’t have gathered accidents.

The strike from Lemon was clearly therapeutic extra slowly.

In the event that they continued to pursue him relentlessly, they might kill him.

Hope started to blossom on the faces of the hunters and knights.

Chzzzz.

Then, the sound of a walkie-talkie.

A voice sprung from the pocket of a corpse unfold all through the battlefield of the bloody battle.

-…Help. Request.

The inevitable request for reinforcements. Nonetheless, amongst that, one other piece of data was caught within the center.

The Younger Demon, not only one.

Data was not extensively shared as a consequence of using shared walkie-talkies among the many group, and the voice was so faint that solely a only a few may perceive the content material.

“What?”

The person’s head tilted. The response was uncommon.

The very high of Dowon.

Even that place, situated within the deepest a part of the mountains, couldn’t be fully secure from the assault.

“…Please, spare my life.”

Chaos.

Fruits from the market rolled on the bottom as retailers, getting ready for the morning, begged for his or her lives with tears swallowed.

Not like the unique mission to assassinate the Younger Demon, the character of the battle had become a civilian bloodbath. A hunter muttered as he stepped on the mud combined with rain.

“The Younger Demon appeared under.”

“It’s high-quality, simply bringing the sect chief’s head is sufficient.”

Every was main a guild or was the strongest drive inside that guild.

It was a battle concentrating on the whole lot of Dowon. Capturing an influence determine and presenting it will absolutely be credited as their very own achievement and profession.

Cheonma attacked under?

For the separate items attacking the core, this was fairly excellent news.

S-class with greater than 5 highly effective people. Monsters acknowledged by the period, full of overconfidence.

“And capturing that outdated man’s daughter can be a jackpot. The reward can be candy.”

Hwangdo and Baekdo.

Whether or not by beheading or enslaving, both means, it will herald some huge cash.

“…I don’t suppose we will turn into associates.”

In fact, there have been those that drew their swords solely for justice.

Nevertheless it was a false impression to suppose that almost all of those that bore grudges towards Cheonma have been good.

“Why, disgusted? Keh. We simply observe the phrase of God. These guys are traitors.”

Forces that turned their backs on the world.

The top of that path started to point out.

However was this actually proper?

Some hunters really felt sorry to see this.

Bitter laughter and resignation.

Understanding it’s not proper, but they ultimately draw their swords to conform.

As a result of turning their swords towards God would make them find yourself like these of Dowon.

They mingled with the scum of society, merely S-class in title.

A few of them considered themselves in that means.

“I don’t wish to do that ever once more.”

But, they needed to.

Jeong Ho-mun in the end drew his sword.

An S-class man who was thought of to be almost on the pinnacle.

He, too, was a type of compelled to kill Cheonma, even when reluctantly.

Threatened by the grace of the World Tree or fanatically dedicated to it as if below a spell.

In fact, there have been additionally these genuinely motivated by the benevolent will of the World Tree.

Historical past’s occasions have been typically a quagmire, intermingling good and evil.

Kwaaaang!

The roof collapsed.

The physique of an A-class hunter, its neck half-crushed, rolled on the bottom.

Jeong Ho-mun and the hunters catch sight of a lady in black, her eyes extensive and obtrusive.

“…You.”

Her eyes flash like a snake’s, full of fury.

Their our bodies shrink again from the murderous intent.

Cheondo.

Vivid black magic soars into the sky.

That energy, unmistakable at first look.

It’s the flexibility of Cheonma.

“Why, why…”

Each sleeves have been torn, revealing blood-red arms.

Cheondo’s arms, trying as if they’re carrying crimson gloves, and her naked ft, have been drenched in blood.

“The Younger Demon.”

These phrases instantly escape the lips of the hunter upon seeing her.