Chapter 628 - 556: Destiny Always Stands by His Side
In the hearts of the devils of the Second Layer of Hell, the esteemed Clerk was always stoic, displaying neither joy nor anger. He was kinder than the average devil, but only because he did not take pleasure in torture; he much preferred to execute swiftly and neatly.
No one dared to be disrespectful in the presence of the Clerk. Once, a guard from the Iron Fortress yawned before him, and that very day his head was thrown into the Hellhound’s kennel, and his body chopped up for their meal.
But now this Succubus had swept all the documents from the table, even staining a vast area of it with blood from her wounds.
"Parurier, if you want revenge, go do it yourself. I am working for Duke Disparte and don’t have time to dwell on past grievances from my mortal days. Salvador? Without your mention, I would have already forgotten that name."
Parurier looked into the Clerk’s eyes, speaking with disdain, "You think by obtaining power from Hell, you are truly a Deity? That’s nothing but a bone tossed to you by Disparte. You naively think it is your own power? You can’t even block my telepathic detection...
Parurier leaned in closer, her hot breath spraying onto the face of the Clerk.
"I can sense it, you’re scared. Even though you know that person is right in front of you, knowing he’s inviting us to seek vengeance, you still don’t dare. It seems you truly met with a crushing defeat."
Two streaks of blood light shot out from the Clerk’s eyes, turning into blades slashing towards Parurier, but this move, powerful enough to tear through space, was easily dodged by the Succubus beauty.
"Hehe, in a hurry? But I even infiltrated the Iron Fortress; do you think such a trivial sneak attack would work on me? Your Divine Power is borrowed, mine is not."
Parurier’s words pierced the Clerk’s heart like a knife, yet he could not deny them. He even dared not get too excited, and instead tried to calm down, keeping his mind as free from emotion as possible.