Chapter 944: The Survivor of Doomsday
Mr. Langton was now sweating profusely.
As a Star Antimony refugee, he was undoubtedly lucky - compared to those who had no chance of being saved and were still trapped in the fallen city where demons were rampant, he was now able to live alive and well in the stable Avalon, which was a blessing.
If it weren't for the church, he would have been eaten by those horrible demons.
Landon clearly remembered the horrific scene he saw——
When the incident happened, he was drinking in the bar and chatting up beautiful women like every Iris man.
As an Iris man, he felt extremely excited and confident about having obtained the title.
Just like every fisherman who has caught a big fish, he will continue to get lost outside and say to everyone he meets, "How did you know I just caught a 20-pound fish?"
Leipzig is essentially a city of scholars, but it is also a city that burns money - many scholars are seeking sponsorship from the nobles, so the news that "a silly Iris noble has come to Leipzig" quickly spread... The beautiful women who appeared in the taverns he often visited these days were actually there to catch him.
Of course, as an Iris person, this was the only area in which Lanton had experience. He knew exactly how to react to a passerby or someone curious about him. He could already recognize their intentions when they overacted—but it didn't matter; he could still show off excitedly. He wasn't picky.
He won't really give the money anyway.
And that day.
The sky collapsed and the devil descended.
The girl who had been interacting intimately with him screamed and ran away. He didn't realize what was happening...but this slowness saved his life.
The girl had just left the house when she was instantly overwhelmed by a swarm of demons, as if she had been hit by a car. All that remained was a scream that faded away and then abruptly stopped.
The tavern instantly fell into chaos and was immediately closed.
Fortunately, there were quite a few Transcendents here. There were many high-level Adaptors—according to Lanton, the third energy level was considered high—such as assassins and thieves. This tavern seemed like a den of thieves.
But fortunately, they managed to survive by holding on to the dangerous position.
When it was daybreak, after confirming that the demon had disappeared, Landon crawled back home.
The streets were littered with corpses.
Mutilated bodies were everywhere.
A blood-stained baby carriage.
Broken crutch.
Twisted legs that were torn to pieces, leaving only half of them.
A head impaled on a telephone pole.
…
Broken utility poles, shredded billboards, and shattered glass walls.
Broken walls and ruins.
It was like hell, blood splattered everywhere. Blood residue was everywhere, covering the walls and windows. Yet, the number of bodies far outweighed the blood—it was easy to imagine where it had gone.
When he returned home, he immediately felt a deeper despair——
These demons seemed to have a specific attack priority. They would always attack people on the street first, followed by open doors. As long as the door was closed, only scattered demons would try to attack.
——And their family has never had the habit of closing the door.
Because Lanton's father was a very powerful curse caster—a fourth-level great wizard! It was for this reason that they were brought to Xingtan as talented people and directly granted the title of baron, along with a manor, a winery, three villas, and over sixty servants.
His father's habit was to leave the door open and let thieves in.
Any thief who dares to break into the house will be cursed, not to mention trying to take things away.
Killing them is just a matter of a thought. More often than not, curses can be used to blackmail and control them. This way, they gain subordinates who are highly useful and unafraid of betrayal, allowing them to extend their control.
He wasn't worried at all about getting into trouble with someone he couldn't handle.
Because someone with that kind of power and background couldn't possibly break into a house and burglarize. He'd merely cast a curse. If the person was related to some important figure, he could use that as leverage to approach them, friendlyly remove the curse, and establish another connection—who would offend a friendly curse caster? He might need him at some point.
A gentle, aristocratic curser willing to accept employment—he was the perfect collaborator. Being a noble meant he couldn't abscond with the money; he had his own fixed assets and family name, meaning he could be found if anything went wrong.
During his time at Iris, he had amassed wealth through this same fishing method. He even became the chief advisor to a major gang. He wasn't heading to Xingti to escape, but rather to bid a respectful farewell to his former collaborators and pursue a brighter future.
——But such a powerful curser, a big shot personally invited by Count Leipzig, was so vulnerable in the tide of demons.
All the curses and rituals set up in the house were torn to pieces.
His father was eaten until only half of his skeleton was left - the curser's most nutritious eyes, tongue and brain were eaten, leaving only a hollow head with the shell opened and broken ribs connected to the spine.
Almost all the servants in the house were killed, and the sole surviving maid had gone mad. She had narrowly escaped death by hiding under the bed. All ritual and curse materials had been swept away, and nearly all the furniture had been smashed. The paintings had been torn to pieces or covered in blood... Ironically, the money remained intact, not a single drop missing.
He tried to settle the mad maid while he prepared to rebuild the defensive ritual - although he himself didn't know if it would work. But the ritual seemed to have triggered the mad maid's PTSD... In a blink of an eye, the mad maid quickly escaped and was never seen again.
He was alone in the empty house, loneliness, fear and despair had overwhelmed his heart.
He had no idea how he was supposed to survive. He didn't have the energy or time to pack up—he realized he didn't even have the materials for the ritual, so he gave up planning it. He followed the maid's lead and hid under the bed, enduring for three days.
—It seemed they hadn't packed up their things to save him. Seeing that this place had already been ravaged, the demons stopped rushing in. Only a few demons had strayed in during those three days, flew around briefly, and then left.
Until the church sent people to rescue him.
When he arrived safely in Avalon with only one suitcase of personal belongings left... he even thought he was dreaming.
As soon as he got off the boat, he fell to the ground, kissed the ground, and cried loudly. There were many people like him, and they hugged and kissed each other to celebrate their escape.
And when Landon settled in, he realized one thing -
His friend Janet Boyman had previously told him that the Aleister Crowley he was trying to approach seemed to be the lover of the Eternal Pope Aiwass.
Could it be because of this reason?
Now, it is this Eternal Pope of human origin who has ignored the opposition and directly sent the Paladin Legion to rescue the refugees on the fallen planet.
But now, the Pope summoned him for unknown reasons.
...He was merely a minor figure, his Transcendent strength barely reaching the second level. Not only him, but even his father wasn't particularly famous in Iris. Even now, in Star Antimony, he was merely the son of a candidate baron, unsworn in. Even if Landon inherited his father's title, he would still be a mere baron without fiefdoms, rings of authority, subjects, or wealth.
No matter how much Landon Vines von Bayard thought, he could not imagine any social relationship or any intersection between himself and the great Pope - he would not have the chance to meet the Pope in three generations!
Not to mention, this Pope seems to be the Queen of Avalon's fiancé.
It can be said that he is the person with the highest power in the secular world!
...It turns out that this is the price I paid for my bad mouth.
Although the Pope is merciful, probably nothing will happen...
But Landon still sweated profusely about it.
It was like when he accidentally broke the glass bottle that his father kept the curse medium in when he was a child. Even though his father didn't have the habit of beating him, when he realized what he had done, he was still so scared that his legs couldn't stop shaking.
In any case, I should kneel down as soon as I see His Holiness the Pope, Lanton thought.
Getting up late (sad)
Work and rest, the cycle begins again——
I’ll try to post the second chapter before dinner!
(End of this chapter)
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