As a villain, I really don't want to be pursued by the heroine.

Ultimately, the difference in bloodline levels is too great.

Thinking of this, Roy couldn't help but grit his teeth.

Chapter 115: Shame

If he could improve one more level, Roy would have the confidence to injure his opponent and create an opportunity for [Blood Resonance].

But each level of bloodline level is an advancement in life form, how can it be so easy to upgrade?

unless--

Diabolos shook his arm, an expression of appreciation on his face.

"really not bad."

"After so many years of observation, I've always felt that your so-called geniuses are nothing more than incompetent individuals obsessed with fame. They are no match for our demonic youths, who have grown up amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood. But you two are indeed different."

"Extraordinary abilities, expert coordination, sophisticated mentality, and rich experience. One is responsible for close combat containment, one for ranged support, one tries feints to test me whenever possible, and one prepares a killing move, ready to deliver a fatal blow."

"A black magician who can control the Hydra, and..." Diabolos stared at Roy with a half-smile.

He still couldn't figure out what kind of bloodline Roy had. Was he using some kind of extraordinary item, or was he a follower of some evil god? He couldn't even tell the specific level of his bloodline, and could only roughly judge that Roy's bloodline was less than mid-level.

"But it's almost time for playtime to end."

"As a demon, I cannot allow potential threats like you to grow."

Diabolos put away his smile, his aura surged, and a dark purple energy ball only the size of a palm lit up in his hand.

[Shadow Ball] is a devastating blow condensed by the demons from massive amounts of dark elements, and is also their biggest killer.

Roy's hair stood on end and he broke out in a cold sweat, realizing that it was that blow that initially destroyed the entire middle part of the mansion.

"Oops...!"

The terrifying wave hit like a collapsing mountain. In the terrifying halo that almost blackened the world, Roy saw the shadow twisting, and the brown-haired girl stood in front of him at the critical moment.

The magic light exploded and the sky darkened.

The center of the ruins, which were already in ruins, roared again and a huge mushroom cloud bloomed.

The heart-pounding power made every creature within a hundred miles tremble instinctively, and no one dared to approach the center of the mansion.

It wasn't until several seconds later that Diabolos waved his hand to clear the smoke.

A large area of ​​ruins turned to nothingness, and even a terrifying deep pit with a radius of one hundred meters, burning with dark elements, appeared on the ground.

Among the few remaining ruins, the only one left was the brown-haired girl, kneeling on the spot covered in dust, seemingly having suffered considerable damage.

Even among demons of the same bloodline level, few could stand up to the demons' pride, the Shadow Ball. This outcome was only natural.

Diabolos stroked his claws, walked slowly forward, and couldn't help but sneer.

"Was it blown to pieces?"

"That's right. After all, he's a low-level transcendent—do you think I would think so?!"

The demon suddenly turned around and slapped the cold sword blade with one claw, then slapped it with another claw.

The swordsman who attacked quickly paused, was pierced directly by the sharp claws, and stopped completely in mid-air.

The hood fell off, revealing a rather handsome face, but one distorted by pain.

“Roy…!”

A heart-wrenching cry was heard, but it sounded like music to Diabolos. He casually swung out a dark air wave and blew Lyanna away.

Diabolos continued to exert force, his entire arm piercing through Roy's body. He looked at the boy's gradually dimming eyes, and raised the corners of his mouth cruelly and happily from the bottom of his heart.

"I told you to start with you...!"

Watching the prey's life disappear and struggle in pain and despair is a great pleasure for Diabolos and even all demons.

But because of this, they have seen many scenes before the disappearance of life.

Whether it is unwillingness or despair, it is filled with pain and fear.

However, the corner of the black-haired boy's blood-stained mouth raised an arc that was even more exaggerated than his.

"Don't you... find it strange?"

Diabolos was stunned for a moment before he realized what was happening.

The previous strike was so easy, it didn't even touch the dragon's scales, and it pierced through the opponent's body so easily. It was like...

on purpose.

Diabolos was shocked and tried to pull his hand back, but unexpectedly, the dragon scales that emerged from the boy's body stuck to his arm and held it tightly.

Roy's eyes were dim, his breathing was weak, and blood was flowing uncontrollably. His vitality was extremely weak.

However, in contrast, there was a sudden surge of extraordinary power, as sharp and ferocious as iron and blood.

The boundary between life and death allowed him to cross the threshold of Sequence 7.

The original ability of the [Evil Dragon Blood Armor] to temporarily increase the bloodline level made his power at this moment infinitely close to that of a true mid-level transcendent.

"Honestly, I have to thank you."

"Let this blow be a gift."

The young man with blood in his eyes sneered and suddenly swung out a scarlet sword.

[Iron Blood Condensation·Intermediate], plus [Weapon Projection·Blood Magic].

Along with the clear sound of the sword, the scarlet crescent outlined a curved line of blood, cutting through Diabolos's attacking claws and sending him flying.

Blood danced in the air, sword lights flew, and wherever the blood went, everything was dyed bright red.

There is Roy's blood, and more of the devil's blood.

Even a full-strength attack from a true vampire would only be this powerful.

"How dare you hurt me!"

Diabolos covered the sword wound on his shoulder and stood up angrily, but was suddenly stunned.

Rather than anger, an instinctive sense of crisis occupied a greater position.

The boy had no intention of deciding the outcome with that strike, only of repelling it. The girl, however, remained immobile, transforming into a shadow in the blink of an eye and approaching the boy.

The two men clasped their hands tightly, and with it came a terrifying aura that made Diabolos' heart tremble.

"die!"

Following the witch's icy words, a giant golden python descended, seemingly possessing the power to devour the heavens. Its immense shadow, like a mountain collapsing, was unstoppable.

Under the resonance, Lyanna used all her strength, wishing to crush her opponent to ashes.

The power of the [Imperial Snake] that was originally hidden in her body erupted like a volcano, and the [Golden Scales of the Earth's Core] was continuously extracting energy from deep underground for her use.

The murderous aura and strength transformed into golden-red magma from the giant python's mouth and roared out.

Diabolos roared and launched the [Shadow Ball] with a ferocious look on his face.

The sky-devouring giant light and the terrifying demonic light collided in mid-air.

A massive explosion engulfed the center of the battlefield, erupting into a mushroom cloud even larger than before. The gusts of wind alone were enough to destroy and collapse the few remaining mansions once again.

Even the two sides fighting in the courtyard were affected and were blown away by this terrifying air wave, and even the clouds above their heads were burned to ashes.

Not until the smoke and dust finally cleared did a somewhat disheveled figure emerge from the depths of the giant pit.

Diabolos's right arm completely vanished into nothingness.

For the demons, this injury is not fatal, but it is not light either.

The most important thing is that although the demon's body is strong, it cannot be healed like the vampires.

This will be a shame for the rest of his life.

The shame of being injured by two weak creatures whose bloodline level was inferior to his.

But when he was looking for his target with murderous intent, he found that the two had disappeared long ago.

"Damn humans..."

"Lyanna Cassandra! Get out here if you want your mother to live!!!"

The angry roar echoed, but ultimately received no response.

Chapter 116: Weak Body

The first image reflected in the magic projection was the second blooming of a huge mushroom cloud, and then only a grayish-white area remained.

Apparently, even the familiar responsible for projection was destroyed by that terrifying blow.

The magicians below had long lost their initial pride and began an endless debate in panic and anxiety.

The battle that should have been won suffered such a heavy setback. The Purple Demon School actually mastered so many evil spells. Most importantly, the leader of the Purple Demons was actually a demon!

Although people had not been enemies with the demons for hundreds of years, the horrifying truth still awakened the instinctive fear of these bloodthirsty aliens deep in their souls.

At the round table in mid-air, the faces of the heads of various schools looked extremely ugly.

In addition to the defeat in the battle, the appearance of the demons severely undermined the prestige of the entire society.

Brienne's face was as dark as water. "I've said before that we shouldn't attack rashly. It would be safer to join forces with the Church."

Draco, dressed in a green robe, yawned. "But if the Church gets involved and finds out there's a demon among us, we'll be even more humiliated, right?"

"Face... Is this the time to talk about this?! Those are the demons! Shouldn't we organize reinforcements as soon as possible and go all out to defeat the great enemy of humanity?!" The frail young man White became excited and his face flushed red.

"That being said, it's not a good idea to act rashly." Barkris pinched his beard and sighed solemnly, "We underestimated our opponent."

"The demon who calls himself Diabolos must have known we were watching, yet he still revealed his identity, acting with impunity. He's not afraid of reinforcements, and sending them hastily may just be playing into his hands..."

Draco, lying on his back in the chair, suddenly smiled meaningfully: "Or perhaps there are other traitors among us who want to slow down the reinforcements and provide support for him."

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of everyone in the school changed.

Barkris's smile paused slightly, and his eyes turned cold.

"Mr. Draco, please be careful with your words in the face of such an important matter."

"Tsk, I just said it casually...Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, everyone, just keep chatting."

"If that's the case, then all of us are suspects..." White's face turned pale with fright.

The discussion reached a deadlock, the atmosphere was somewhat frozen, and everyone was looking at each other with their own thoughts.

Until a gentle voice broke their silence.

"Everyone, there's no point in talking about this now."

"No matter what, the demons cannot be ignored, and the coalition forces have not been completely defeated. Things are not that bad yet."

Booker, the Sage, who had personally fought against the demons, had enough experience to overwhelm anyone present. Even if he did not hold much real power, he still had enough prestige and persuasiveness.

At this time, the Red Demon leader, Reed, also spoke out: "No matter what the demons want to do, we can't let them succeed."

"Reinforcements must be sent as soon as possible!"

At least on this point, the leaders of various major schools have reached a consensus.

But [Sage] Booker did not remain silent, but instead turned his gaze to the opponent's shadow.

"Ike, your apprentice Lyanna is safe, but you don't seem very happy."

Hearing this, everyone glanced towards the dark shadow in the corner.

Although no one pointed it out just now, in their opinion, if there really is a traitor, the black magician who relies on the flesh and blood of demons to ascend to extraordinary heights is undoubtedly the most suspicious one.

Ike's voice became hoarse and sarcastic: "As expected of a great sage, you can actually see my mood through a shadow."

"Even if everything is fine now, the opponent is a demon, and the future is likely to be dangerous."

"Or should I applaud everyone here for their incompetence? If we had known our opponent's true identity beforehand, we wouldn't be in such a mess!"

Barkris said angrily, "Ike! I advise you not to be so arrogant! Don't forget, you are the most suspicious..."

"Haha, I sent troops and manpower to help you clean up the mess, and now you blame me when something goes wrong? You are still as shameless as before!"

The leader of the dark demons immediately stood up and turned into smoke, leaving behind only a deafening cold shout.