Steampunk: Sixth Era Epic-Chapter 1039 - 139: The Proliferating Demon

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Chapter 1039: Chapter 139: The Proliferating Demon

"[Weeping Angel], no one knows its specific origin, it is suspected to be an erroneous incarnation abandoned by some ancient entity. The exact number of its existence is unknown, and each figure is an angel covering its face and weeping."

Shard knew this was the doctor’s way of informing him what this relic truly was.

"In its normal state, the [Weeping Angel] is an indestructible statue, but once the gaze of two or more different creatures lands upon it, the relic is officially activated. The [Weeping Angel] that begins to move will lower its hands from its face, and in this state, any creature that sees its face will be petrified, any creature that touches it will completely vanish from the material world, and any flesh-and-blood body that tries to stop it will be devoured and assimilated into a new angel.

Essentially, the [Weeping Angel] is a kind of high-dimensional being that harbors immense malice towards life in the mortal world. Once it begins to move, all mortals around become its targets. Methods such as words and images trying to depict the image of the [Weeping Angel] will give birth to a new [Weeping Angel]; mortals who know the appearance of the Weeping Angel will become the bed for the birth of a new [Weeping Angel]; unstable aberrant souls are its most favored prey, it loves to snatch such souls and occupy the bodies of these souls. It is not a Benevolent Angel, but an Evil Angel."

The doctor’s speech was fast, he knew how dangerous this thing was:

"It can also be considered a unique kind of angel, thus holding even greater malice towards demons and those who use demon power. The only current method to make the [Weeping Angel] go dormant again is..."

The demon didn’t let the doctor finish this information, it turned and looked at the gray stone statue. Amidst the snowflakes fluttering in the winter night, the "Weeping Angel" trembled as it lowered its hands from its face.

[Close your eyes.]

A voice almost immediately came to his ears, and Shard immediately understood that even he couldn’t directly look at such a strange relic.

But keeping his eyes tightly shut also meant losing the function of the body’s most important sensory organ. In the darkness, he heard the sound of the statue sliding on the ground, the demon’s laughter, and the doctor cursing.

The doctor and the demon seemed to have already engaged in combat, and amid the wind, he heard the crackling sound, followed by the sound of the door at the stairwell behind him collapsing with a boom.

"Detective, that statue has entangled me, you go after that demon first! We can’t let this statue reach downstairs!"

The doctor’s anxious voice reached his ears, Shard turned around under "her" guidance and opened his eyes. Behind him, a giant shadow loomed over him, seemingly the human pus form of Dr. Schneider:

"Doctor, catch up as quickly as you can, I can only hold off that guy temporarily."

With those words, he grabbed the violin case and ran towards the stairwell, where the iron door had been smashed open. Black blood stains remained on the ground; although the demon had successfully escaped from the doctor’s grasp, it was also injured.

Shard blinked his eyes, and the "Echo of Blood" clearly guided him to see the blood-red moving bright red trajectory, and he immediately pursued it. While preparing spellcasting materials, he descended the stairs from the top floor to the second floor, circled around the second-floor corridor, even brushed past the Church Ring Sorcerer, and finally saw the demon enter the backstage of the second-floor main Concert Hall.

At this time, the performance had already begun at the front, and although the waiting area was still illuminated, the few people scattered there were all lying on the ground in black sludge. The black sludge covered the walls and floor, blocking the Ring Sorcerers’ perceptions. The demon, with scarlet glowing eyes, stood in front of a row of chairs in the waiting area, its right hand, dripping with black sludge, covering its left shoulder, it did not want to flee anymore:

"How interesting, what benefit did your demon companion offer you? I offer double, help me."

Shard entered the room, not paying attention to the door that closed automatically behind him.

He tossed a Silence Charm, cold-faced, he placed the violin case at his feet, and drew the Moonlight Greatsword with his right hand from the air. That sanctified moonlight made the demon feel instinctively uncomfortable, it could sense how ancient this moonlight was:

"Recently, on the rooftop, I also saw another moon, but it was not as pure as you."

Upon hearing this, Shard knew that before he and the doctor went upstairs, Sir Plisha, the Guiding Moon, had gone to see this demon. He also knew that the demon was trying to induce him into further questioning, but Shard was well aware that unnecessary talking with demons would only trap himself deeper.

As the sonorous sound of the horn resonated, on the performance stage in the Concert Hall separated by a wall, Shard’s left hand had already thrown the Thunder Spear that exploded.

The demon laughed, transformed into a mass of black mist to dodge. It spiraled on the ceiling, exploding into tens of thousands of tiny black air currents:

"I am the Desire Multiplying Demon, as long as human desire exists, I will not disappear. Humans, even if you obtain the favor of [Desire], how will you contend with me!"

The black air currents, like tens of thousands of steel needles, densely stabbed towards Shard on the ground:

"Heaton Seal!"

As the Moonlight Greatsword pierced the ground, the Golden Shield exploded around Shard. The dispersing golden stream of light continuously shattered the black cyclones. As the golden and black tangled together, the Moonlight Greatsword was raised forward:

"Moonlight!"

The brilliant moonlight burst indoors, and the demon, injured by the "Heaton Seal," was hit at close range by the moonlight, with at least one-third of the black cyclone disappearing into the air.

Yet its maniacal laughter still echoed within the room:

"So it’s you, the guy from the Three Cats Inn! I’ll kill you, and wait for your demon companion to find this place. Both your souls belong to me! Oh, I won’t forget, you have two female companions as well."

Shard’s expression grew somber, and the black sludge flowing on the ground "came alive," with squirming, twisting tendrils almost instantaneously covering the entire room. The swirling black mist refused to approach Shard, but Shard was unafraid of the terrifying scene:

"Feliana’s Witch Light!"

The golden glow melted the black mud tendrils that tried to entwine Shard. Maintaining his spellcasting, Shard took a step forward and, in the next instant, appeared directly in front of the black mist in mid-air.

The "Moonlight Greatsword" paired with the "Blade of Chaotic Space-Time," with two gleaming greatswords piercing into the black mist simultaneously. But Shard did not feel he had hit the target, instead, a fist extended from the mist struck his chest directly, sending him flying with a loud boom. He staggered to his feet from the black sludge, leaving cracks on the ground.

The black mist and sludge were merging together, with all the gas lamps in the room extinguished amidst a series of pops.

Feeling a tightness in his chest and secretly guessing how many ribs he had broken, Shard raised his sword forward, seeing several humanoid black figures emerging from the sludge:

"Clones?"

Shard asked softly, standing beside his violin case, the demon’s voice seeming to be omnipresent in the dimly lit room:

"Having devoured desire and souls, I now possess their power. Even in the distant ancient eras, people like you were worthy of being called heroes, and I can’t wait to taste my own soul!"

Black sludge wielding a sword, a bow, a staff, a gun, and riding a horse—five figures charged at Shard from within the black mist. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel-com

Despite the persistent pain in his chest, Shard swung his sword to face them. After probing the strength of the five with an initial Moonlight Slash, the six figures became intertwined in the pitch-black room.

Only the "Moonlight Greatsword" in Shard’s hand continued to shine, leaving beautiful trails of light in the dark room.

The demon’s voice was incessant, attempting to corrupt Shard’s soul, yet found him unexpectedly resolute; trying to persuade him into its embrace, only to receive Shard’s indifference in return.

While the rotating black mist took advantage of Shard being entangled by the summoned desires, it suddenly descended from above, enveloping Shard entirely.

The black mist tried to invade his body through his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, intending to control him like it had done with the old musician.

But the very moment the mist touched Shard’s skin, burning red embers erupted on his skin surface:

"This demon can burn as well!"

Shard was startled, and the sparks of Primal Fire nearly instantly clung to the mist. The laughing demon’s voice finally turned into a scream. Shard, who had deliberately lured the demon closer, lowered his left hand, grabbing the violin case and throwing it into the black mist.

The fire sparks of Primal Fire were quickly extinguished by the demon. Faced with the flying "case," it cautiously knocked it away.

The wooden case exploded in mid-air. Still dealing with the entangling black sludge, Shard stepped forward into the air. Among the shattered remnants of the wooden case, a glowing silver sword with the rune "My heart is pure, the sword slays demons" glimmering with yellow light, wielding Lagre’s Leap to reach the air, Shard kicked forward, launching the brightly shining "Night Watchman" like an arrow, directly hitting the demon in the dim room almost at point blank range.

In the sharpest scream yet, the five black sludge figures on the ground dissolved back into nauseating black mud. Propelled by immense kinetic energy, the Night Watchman pierced through the demon’s form within the black mist, pinning it against the wall. Immediately afterward, a Great Sin Chain shot out from Shard’s sleeve, binding the dark mass pierced by the Night Watchman tightly.

"You deceiver, you’re a Demon Hunter!"

The demon cursed with its voice imbued with curse power, revealing a profession from the dark ages of the Third Era, Shard tightened the black chain in his hand. He waved at the window, the sorcery "Move Object" pulling open the tightly closed curtains.

The moonlight on the snowy night was misty, illuminating the chains of "Gluttony," "Greed," and "Sloth" with its rays through the window.

Shard was very worried about the doctor’s current condition, as that was a Sage-Level Relic, but he was more concerned about another matter:

"Before we met you, what did you say to Lakin Prisia?"

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