Abyssal Chronicles-Chapter 948 - 949: Seville

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the remaining 2 chapter will be posted with tomorrows 4 chapters, because of the cliffhanger :3

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Boom!!!

Amidst an earth-shattering loud noise, the raging power of thunder rampaged like a ferocious beast inside the sacrificial hall. In an instant, the hundreds of people from the Saint Lomari Empire that the gray-haired man used as hostages were ruthlessly affected and annihilated by Pierre’s power.

Indeed, there were hundreds of innocent imperial citizens in the hall. But for Pierre, a Demon King, aside from a small number of humans he acknowledged, other people were just trash not even comparable to ants.

Previously, out of respect for his mother’s authority and his sisters’ requests, Pierre wouldn’t lay a hand on them for no reason.

But expecting Pierre to protect them was obviously a pipe dream.

Moreover, the always simple-minded Pierre only had time to think about how to save Aya. He didn’t have time to consider the life and death of others.

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Not considering this point was the gray-haired man’s biggest mistake.

And he quickly paid the price. Before the gray-haired man could react to the situation, Pierre punched him in the face, sending him flying back and crashing through the wall of the hall.

Under the violent impact, this century-old sacrificial hall collapsed and turned into a pile of ruins.

Amidst the rippling of purple Shadow Power, a purple figure shrouded in lightning all over slowly descended onto the ruins, holding the barely breathing beauty in his arms.

Looking at the badly injured Aya, a trace of heartache flashed in Pierre’s eyes.

But soon, Pierre revealed a fierce and solemn gaze and said in a serious and indisputable tone:

"Stupid woman! You still owe me a full five years of paid vacation. You’re not allowed to die before paying it back."

As the words were spoken, Pierre waved his hand, and his blood splashed onto an imperial minister buried under the ruins, barely alive. After coming into contact with the blood, the minister’s body swelled and mutated at a visible speed. In a short while, the minister who was just half-dead became lively and energetic.

The only flaw was that his appearance underwent some small changes.

Directly transforming from a human into a purple-skinned, fanged Abyssal demon that constantly let out terrifying low growls.

After carefully taking the unconscious Aya from Pierre’s hands, the Abyssal demon suddenly leaped with its powerful jumping ability, flying towards the distance, towards the direction of the Sadik Empire’s embassy.

After ensuring that Aya had left the battlefield, Pierre slowly turned his gaze and cast an extremely cold look at the gray-haired man kneeling on the ground not far away, covering his face and continuously spitting blood:

"The broadcasting magic stones have been destroyed. You don’t need to continue hiding your identity anymore, Church Nation trash."

"Heh, hehe, hehehe..."

After a burst of cold laughter, the gray-haired man slowly raised his head and took off the already half-shattered mask, revealing that plain, weathered, but resolute face. Facing the Sword Demon King’s sharp gaze, the gray-haired man met the other party’s eyes without showing any weakness.

"That’s right. But I didn’t expect you to decisively release your power. Aren’t you afraid of the subsequent impact brought by the exposure of your identity?"

"Impact? I don’t care about such things."

Pierre answered bluntly.

As his words were spoken, dense purple Shadow Power began to gradually envelop him and condense into energy armor.

"The fear and doubts of the people? Does it matter? Even if they rebel, so what? Previously hiding my identity was just to meet the expectations of my mother and sisters. I myself don’t really like doing such things. We are the rulers, the feeders of these foolish humans, but we have to disguise ourselves as humans and live that kind of boring life with a hidden identity. Taking this opportunity to let those trash witness reality seems to be a good choice too. Those who have objections, just kill them all."

"This is the Sword Demon’s thinking? It’s really simple and crude."

"Yes. Since we’ve said this much, let me ask a simple and crude question too."

"Hmm? What question?"

"What are your last words? Don’t expect to be able to return alive after daring to run wild in my territory."

As the words continued to be spoken, Pierre’s gentle voice gradually became magnetic, and in the end, it turned hoarse and gloomy, as if a demon had crawled out of purgatory, making people shudder.

Not only the voice, but Pierre’s appearance also underwent an earth-shattering change. When issuing the death sentence to the gray-haired man, Pierre had already transformed into a six-meter-tall sword demon shrouded in purple thunder armor. Under the armor, his eyes erupted with an eerie red light filled with killing intent, and this gaze was firmly locked onto the gray-haired man.

The next moment, Pierre slowly raised his hand, and the pale giant sword filled with violent energy suddenly pointed at the space between the gray-haired man’s eyebrows.

Facing the killing intent howling from the Sword Demon like blades, the gray-haired man laughed a little self-deprecatingly.

"Hehe, last words? You make it sound like you’ve already won."

With that said, the gray-haired man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and slowly stood up from the ground.

"Originally, I planned to use traps and hostages to directly kill you before you released your power, but now it seems the plan has failed. However, this is just my most idealized plan. In my other plans, directly confronting you like this is an indispensable part."

"Hoh?"

"Sword Demon. Don’t put me in the same category as those Heavenly Apostles you defeated in the past. I have the power blessing of the Goddess. Now, let me show you."

As soon as the words fell, the gray-haired man suddenly raised his hand and pressed it against his chest. The energy all over his body began to gather towards his heart.

Accompanied by the distortion and vibration of space, a holy silver light burst out from the gray-haired man! The holy silver light was like the dawn’s first light, instantly dispelling the darkness between heaven and earth. The Shadow Power that came with Pierre’s murderous aura collapsed in an instant under the illumination of the silver light. The dazzling light even made Pierre subconsciously raise his hand to block it.

The next moment, under Pierre’s slightly startled gaze, the silver holy light continuously overflowed from the gray-haired man’s chest, quickly enveloping his entire body. Under the embrace of the silver light, one ancient golden rune after another appeared on the gray-haired man’s body and face. Not only that, the silver light began to gather on the man’s back, merging with the strangely growing exoskeleton, actually turning into six arms made of silver energy skeleton on his back.

Of course, the change in appearance was one aspect. More importantly, the gray-haired man’s aura was also rising.

He, who already possessed peak eighth-rank strength, was now exuding a spine-chilling powerful fluctuation all over his body. The brown holy energy that was originally completely suppressed by Pierre’s thunder power vaguely confronted the Shadow Power field.

"Is this your trump card?"

Looking at the gray-haired man slowly landing under the embrace of holy light, Pierre asked indifferently.

As a traditional boss trained by Yumo, Pierre had no interest in interrupting others in the middle of their ultimate move. That would be too boring. Moreover, Pierre, who hadn’t had a big fight for a full six years, naturally wanted to enjoy it when he rarely encountered someone he found extremely annoying and wanted to beat up.

Facing Pierre’s question, the gray-haired man, who had released all his power, clasped his hands together with incomparable devoutness and looked at the sky.

"Yes, this is my trump card. This is a power that can only be used by the strong chosen by the Goddess, Divine Grace Bestowed."

"Divine Grace Bestowed?"

"Yes, completely releasing the Goddess’s divine power hidden in the origin crystal core, letting it fuse with one’s own blood and holy energy, unleashing the full power and potential of the believer. With ’Divine Grace Bestowed’ activated, my strength is more than double my original."

As soon as the words fell, as if to prove his words, the gray-haired man’s eyes suddenly narrowed, and the raging brown holy energy between heaven and earth howled and rushed towards Pierre like a beast that had broken free from its shackles!

In an instant, the aura of the holy energy actually completely suppressed Pierre’s thunder power.

For Pierre, this could be said to be an unprecedented experience. At this moment, the scarlet eyes under the Sword Demon’s armor actually revealed a trace of surprise.

And after a brief surprise, the Sword Demon actually let out a series of eerie laughter.

"Heh, hehe, hehehe, HAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Facing the madly laughing Sword Demon, the gray-haired man frowned in displeasure.

After witnessing his powerful trump card, not only did he not show any fear, but he laughed with excitement?

"What’s so funny?"

"You’ve gotten a lot stronger, right?"

"Yes, so what?"

"In that case, you should be able to take a few more beatings?"

"What do you mean?"

"It’s a very simple meaning! I’m very angry right now!!! You better hold on for a while before I vent my anger!!! I’m going to get back ten times the debt you owe for hurting AYA!!!!!!"

Pierre roared, letting out an earth-shattering howl.

As the Sword Demon’s roar resounded throughout the entire Wisteria, the battle between the two officially began.

The next moment, the purple light surged, and Pierre, who had a belly full of anger, directly turned into a bolt of lightning and rushed to the gray-haired man’s front, suddenly swinging his sword at the gray-haired man’s head!

Facing Pierre’s attack and his boastful words, the gray-haired man unhurriedly revealed a trace of a contemptuous smile.

Hehe, ignorant monster.

Today, I will let you personally experience what it means that there’s always someone better.

--"I am one of the Church Nation’s Six Wings, Seville Bonte. Remember my name, Sword Demon! This is the name of the person who will bestow defeat upon you!"—