Chapter 487, Section 486: Stealing the Home
Twilight Fortress, the royal palace of the Demon Emperor, is heavily guarded.
The castle is surrounded by multiple defensive fortifications, and the Blood Crystal Watchtower in the center of the castle has a monitoring range of three thousand meters. Any abnormality will trigger an alarm and alert the most elite Blood Guards in the castle.
Just three kilometers outside the edge of the warning zone, in the basement of a seemingly ordinary mansion.
The old demon Latir roughly dragged several bound demons to the ritual point, then tilted his head toward Tanaka, indicating that he could come up.
On the table in the basement, an hourglass was slowly flowing; it was the time that the fox-man Kiro had set for them.
The person standing here is merely Tanaka's Sloth clone, while Kiro himself, having arranged everything, didn't even come.
Feeling the chilling aura emanating from the ritual beneath his feet, Tanaka felt uneasy: "Abyss magic... can it really work?"
Latir sat outside the ceremony, glanced at the hourglass, and seeing that there was still some time left, replied, "Whether it will succeed or not, you should ask that cunning fox."
“Speaking of which,” Tanaka hesitated before speaking, “I haven’t asked you yet why you helped Kiro? Or rather, why you trusted him?”
Latir suddenly let out a hoarse laugh, the sound echoing jarringly in the basement. "I've only met that guy twice, what trust is there in him?"
"Twice? Then you still..."
“He demonstrated his abilities to me,” the old demon said, his smile fading and a resolute glint in his eyes, “and I’m just taking a gamble.”
"What if he lied to you..."
Latir shrugged nonchalantly: "Well, all I've lost is this worthless life. I suppose it'll at least cause that traitor some trouble."
His gaze returned to the hourglass, and he slowly stood up: "It's almost time, let's go."
“Wait, I have one last question,” Tanaka said, pointing to another abyss magic circle in the basement. “What’s that for?”
Latir grinned, revealing his teeth: "That's for myself."
The runes beneath Tanaka's feet glowed with a dark light, and amidst the brief screams of the sacrifices, Tanaka's figure flashed and vanished completely from the basement.
At almost the same time, several Blood Guards rushed towards the location of the house.
...
The scene before him changed in an instant. Tanaka shook his slightly dizzy head and found himself standing in a closed room filled with magical runes.
There were no lights in the room, but every inch of the walls, floor, and ceiling was engraved with runes that shimmered with light, providing a faint source of illumination.
Tanaka didn't feel any threat or restriction, and it seemed that, just as Kiro had said, the effect of these runes was limited to outside the room.
His gaze was immediately drawn to an object on the table in the center of the room.
It was a pure white, flawless cube, like a perfect square, with not a single mark on its surface. It contrasted sharply with the densely packed runes around it, making it hard to miss.
"Is this the Demon King's seal?"
Just as Tanaka took a step forward, his left foot was suddenly grabbed.
He looked down and realized that his left foot had become one with the ground.
"What kind of game bug scene is this..." He gritted his teeth and pulled hard, but his feet didn't budge, as if they were part of the ground.
Tanaka gritted his teeth and drew the short sword from his waist.
A flash of cold light, and blood gushed from the severed foot, spreading dark stains on the rune floor.
"Damn white fox... Is this what you meant by 'thorough preparation'?"
He endured the excruciating pain and hopped on one foot toward the white cube.
But when he was just one step away, an invisible wall blocked his way.
Tanaka leaned against the invisible wall, his face visibly grim: "Didn't you say there was no barrier inside?"
[Hero, restrictions lifted]
Before Tanaka could react, the resistance in front of him vanished, and he slapped his hand onto the white cube.
The cube landed, its outer shell peeling away like a broken eggshell, revealing a pale blue, gelatinous liquid filled with faint specks of light that slowly flowed out from within, shimmering like stars in the dim room.
"So... I came out first?"
Tanaka stared blankly at the writhing substance on the ground: "Slime?"
"Excuse me, young man, you should be a liquid person." Then, as if realizing something, the lump of jelly said, "This room is... interesting."
The jelly floated in mid-air, and Tanaka felt the magic around him begin to change direction, and the complex magic runes on the ground extinguished one by one.
This lump of jelly, without any assistance, silently broke all the seals on the room without triggering any alarms.
Pulling open the panel, Tanaka only noticed the two most important pieces of information in his haste.
[Skill: The pinnacle of magic...]
【title:
Demon King: Not restricted by race or level, can randomly draw one special title or skill (already used).
...
Just as the last rune's light faded, the frozen creature landed lightly: "You should have prepared a way to leave on your own, right? In my current state, I can't take you with me."
Tanaka nodded subconsciously.
After receiving an affirmative answer, the fluid flashed with magic and disappeared from the room.
Finally, the magical ripples caused by this teleportation triggered the alarm system of Twilight Keep.
The piercing alarm instantly resounded throughout the entire castle. Tanaka dared not delay and immediately deactivated his clone.
His body began to dissipate like morning mist, eventually merging completely into the air without leaving any trace.
When the Blood Guards stormed into the room, they found only an empty platform and a room full of broken runes.
They hastily sealed off the entire city of Twilight and launched a thorough search.
In the end, they only found traces of abyssal magic in a collapsed basement and located an old demon descendant whose whereabouts were unknown; there were no other clues.
Meanwhile, hundreds of miles away in a carriage, someone cried out, "Ouch! My feet!"
...
Outside Sanshan City, the blood-red sky roared and surged.
Mortis sat on the Blood Throne, and with a wave of his hand, endless waves of blood surged and condensed into countless blood crystal spears, each containing terrifying power.
Blood-red spears rained down like a storm, turning the entire battlefield into a crimson forest of gunfire.
A sharp, piercing sound tore through the air, and the earth trembled violently under the intense bombardment.
The werewolf-transformed Elwayne darted swiftly through the hail of bullets. His body had grown to three meters tall, his silver-gray fur turning dark red from the blood-red light, and every claw gleaming with a cold light.
At this moment, his claws are the sharpest swords!
The five deep, bone-revealing claw marks on the prince's chest were healing slowly, thanks to his quick reflexes.
The moment the Sword Saint broke through the crystal cluster, he was the first to rush forward, and then, as he wished, he was almost torn to pieces.
Elwayne was extremely cautious at this moment, and he did not use any combat skills other than [Sword of the Ultimate].
Even though Mortis didn't use the [Jealousy] ability on him at this moment, he still remembered the fatal lesson of [Moonwalk] being forcibly interrupted.
The only thing he could trust was [Sword Mastery]!
Elwin did not charge directly at Mortis, but instead kept dodging and destroying the Blood Crystal Spear, trying to find an opening.
But the result disappointed him.
Mortis, who possessed the divine artifact [Blood Calamity], completely shrouded himself in a blood curtain, giving the Sword Saint no chance whatsoever.
Seemingly weary of the chase, the emperor lightly tapped his finger. The towering blood pillar descended once more, attacking alongside a dense barrage of blood crystal spears, instantly accelerating the pace of the battle.
At that very moment.
A ring on Mortis's right hand suddenly shattered, and the magical radiance dissipated like stardust.
"Sealing Chamber!"
A momentary lapse in concentration caused a flaw to appear in the perfect blood curtain.
That's enough!
Elwin transformed into a silver lightning bolt, his claws tearing through space as he aimed straight for the emperor's throat.
Almost simultaneously, countless blood crystal spears condensed above Mortis's head and clashed towards him.
As the two figures passed each other, three claw marks appeared on the emperor's neck, from which dark red blood slowly seeped out.
The Sword Saint, his body riddled with blood-stained spears, fell helplessly from mid-air.
(End of this chapter)
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