Chapter 295 : Chapter 295
Chapter 295. Logaris: It Is a Demon’s Standard Line. No Need to Mind It
In the middle of the battlefield, Moran, under Kresis’s protection, was wretchedly casting a rapid healing spell.
His wounds wriggled and closed under the stimulation of necromantic death energy, yet he was still so heavily suppressed by the raging elements and Sword Aura that he could not even raise his head.
Kresis was not faring well either.
After all, this was only an avatar. Facing the siege of three peak human Seventh-Tier powerhouses, he was already under tremendous strain.
The edges of his perfectly tailored suit had even begun to give off the scorched smell of collapsing energy.
Just then.
An extremely pure sacred power, carrying a destructive high temperature, came crashing down from the sky!
Rumble—!
Above the Black Iron District of the Royal Capital, the sky changed abruptly!
Pope Gregory VII descended straight from the clouds like a burning star.
At the tip of the scepter in his hand, Holy Light had become so dense that it had almost liquefied. The trail it drew left a long-lasting white mark in the sky above the Black Iron District.
“De—mon! Die!”
Gregory VII’s voice exploded in midair like divine thunder judgment descending from the heavens, shaking even the remaining steel bars in the ruins until they buzzed.
He had no intention of landing at all. When he was still a hundred meters above the ground, the 【Holy Grail of Purification】 held in his left hand suddenly tilted.
Whoosh—!
A golden torrent of Holy Light, like a celestial river bursting through its dam, crashed down upon Kresis with the tyranny to purify all things.
Hiss, hiss, hiss—!
Under the illumination of the Holy Light, black smoke poured wildly from Kresis’s body. The gray, withered energy barrier he released let out a piercing shriek like a red-hot branding iron plunged into ice water the instant it came into contact with the torrent of Holy Light, then evaporated violently!
“Tch. The mad dog is here.” For the first time, Kresis’s handsome face twisted. He cursed under his breath, and the shadow beneath his feet instantly expanded like a living creature, transforming into a massive abyssal maw that tried to devour the flood-like Holy Light.
But Gregory VII had waited far too long for this moment. Ever since he had realized that he had been manipulated by a hidden mental suggestion, this old Pope’s blood pressure had not come down once.
“The Lord said, let there be light!”
Gregory VII let out a roar, and the pressure of the Holy Light torrent suddenly doubled.
At the instant Kresis was suppressed head-on, Elena moved.
The rapier in her hand traced a perfect arc through the void, as natural and untraceable as an antelope hanging its horns. Countless tiny particles of Sword Aura, small as fireflies, quietly scattered like a lover’s gentlest whisper.
【Extremity · Fireflies Scattering Like Stars】.
Those particles transformed into an airtight net of certain death, accurately sealing off every possible escape route around Moran.
As long as Moran dared to move even slightly, those seemingly harmless wisps of Sword Aura would instantly detonate, producing a chain explosion powerful enough to annihilate space!
“Aureus!” Dean Barnabas shouted from behind.
“I know, you nagging old man!”
Aureus let out a low roar, and 【Golden Body】 activated instantly. His entire body swelled by a full size, and golden Battle Aura crystallized over the surface of his skin, forming a three-meter-tall giant phantom.
He did not use any fancy technique. He simply carried that door-panel greatsword and charged straight at Kresis from the front like a moving mountain.
Boom!
A visible shockwave burst through the air. Kresis’s defensive barrier was actually struck by Aureus’s collision until spiderweb-like cracks appeared across it.
“These humans... are truly vulgar beyond measure!” Kresis’s face was pale, and a trace of black blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. The power of his avatar was draining away at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Barnabas tapped his staff lightly. He was not in a hurry to attack. Instead, he accurately layered a series of enhancement spells such as 【Great Strength】 and 【Spirit Wind’s Protection】 over Aureus and Elena.
At the same time, he continuously used spells such as 【Perception Confusion】 and 【Elemental Delay】 to weaken Kresis’s reactions.
Four Seventh-Tier powerhouses worked together like a precise killing machine.
At the edge of the battlefield.
Logaris watched this “famous painting” before him, a scene worthy of being recorded in history, with great interest. Then, with some amusement, he said to Sylvia beside him:
“I have to say, if you can call for help, then never do it yourself. It will always be the most efficient solution. Look, these people usually cannot stand one another, but when it comes to fighting demons, each one works harder than the last.”
Sylvia leaned against a broken wall, one hand resting on the hilt of 【Star’s Judgment】, and the corners of her lips curved slightly. “You lured the Pope here. Aren’t you afraid he will realize afterward that you used him?”
“Used him?” Logaris chuckled. “No, I provided him emotional value. Look at how happily he is fighting now. I feel as though even his blood pressure has gone down.”
At the side, Roland’s memory construct crossed his arms and curled his lip. “The Pope of this generation practices divine spells too rigidly. That brat with the greatsword has decent strength, but he feels like he only knows how to brute-force everything without much technique. As for that little girl who uses the sword, her posture is pretty, but her killing intent is a little lacking.”
Maggie completely ignored Roland’s evaluation. Dark purple data streams flowed through her eyes as she murmured, “Spatial stability has decreased by 30.2%. Elemental disorder has risen by three hundred percent. Kresis’s avatar structure is about to collapse.”
At the center of the battlefield, Kresis finally could not hold on any longer.
His suit was already tattered beyond recognition, and one lens of his gold-rimmed glasses had shattered.
He glanced at Moran, who was hiding behind him while coughing blood, and a trace of disgust flashed through his eyes.
“Moran, I lost money on this deal!”
Kresis spread his hands and gave up defending.
Gregory VII seized that instant.
The scepter in his hand blazed with light, transforming into a ten-meter-long Holy Light spear. Golden runes powerful enough to annihilate souls flickered at the spear tip!
【Holy Spear of Heavenly Judgment】!
The spear turned into a streak of light that pierced through heaven and earth, instantly stabbing through Kresis’s chest!
There was no earth-shaking explosion, only a moment of absolute silence.
Immediately afterward, Kresis’s avatar melted away little by little in the pure Holy Light like accumulated snow beneath the sun, dissolving into nothingness.
Before he disappeared, he looked meaningfully in Logaris’s direction. The corners of his mouth moved, and he uttered a string of strange syllables.
“What... does that mean?” Sylvia frowned.
“He said, ‘We will be waiting for you in Hell,’” Logaris said, perfectly acting as an interpreter. “It should be the standard line demons use when exiting the stage. No need to mind it.”
With Kresis’s disappearance, Moran was completely exposed under the absolute pressure of four Seventh-Tier powerhouses.
Yet at this moment, no one acted rashly.
Instead, an eerie and tense tacit understanding filled the air.
The four powerhouses slowly landed, forming a four-corner formation that trapped Moran in the center while maintaining an absolutely safe distance.
The closer they came to a moment where victory was assured, the more extreme caution they displayed.
After all, Moran was a genuine Seventh-Tier mage. No one could guarantee that a top-tier spellcaster driven into a dead end would not detonate his mana source at the brink of death.
Or perhaps he had hidden some exceedingly vicious forbidden art capable of taking them down with him.
A lion used its full strength even when hunting a rabbit, let alone when facing a dying wolf that could bite through their throats at any moment.