Chapter 362
Along with the trajectory of the scythe, countless curses floated in the air.
The Clown’s Trap.
The moment that scythe was swung, the curse that unfolded was a Domain of Dominion that made evasion and defense impossible.
Because it was a Domain of Dominion that interfered with laws, even Chris could not ignore it.
He was in danger of becoming the Clown's prey, unable to move a muscle, but.
“Whether it’s life and death, or inescapable, I just have to break it.”
Paaaat!
The domain of light covered their domains.
The World of Stellar Radiance.
His Domain of Dominion, which encompassed all the power of Stellar Radiance, was not something that could be compared to that of a mere, ordinary 8-Star.
Just as a fire is extinguished before a great wind, their Domains of Dominion lost their power, and another scream erupted.
“Aaaaaaaargh!!”
It was the Clown.
One of her hands was cut off, and blood spurted out.
The Clown hurriedly tried to reattach her arm with curse techniques, but Chris gave her no opening.
World of Stellar Radiance Transformation.
Judgment of Light.
The power of Stellar Radiance emitted a brilliant light.
It was a light of condemnation that annihilated evil.
The Clown’s curse technique to heal her arm was nullified, and the arm that had been floating in the air was burned away by the holy fire.
He intended to finish her off, but her opponents did not just stand by.
[You whelp!!! Annihilate him!! Army of evil!!]
As befitting the moniker of the Ruler of the Undead, they were powerful undead.
Dozens of 6th-demon-rank Elder Death Knights and high-ranking Dullahans charged toward Chris.
“I told you, it’s useless.”
A curtain of light covered the undead, and the undead crumbled to pieces.
A sight that was beyond surprising, it was wondrous.
But the Ruler of the Undead gave a dark smile.
[I’ve got you!! No matter who you are, there’s no way you can use such power and not have an opening!]
Paat!
Four magic circles were drawn in the four cardinal directions around Chris, and a powerful existence of evil was summoned from Gehenna.
Three 7th-demon-rank Death Lords.
And an 8th-demon-rank Demon Shadow.
As they were undead comparable to the highest-ranking demons, they required a powerful aura of purification, but it was a situation where he could not respond smoothly, having just expended a massive amount of power.
[Gooooooh.]
The pinnacles of all undead, the Death Lords, let out a roar and spewed forth a powerful aura of death.
The Demon Shadow did not remain still either.
As befitting its name of the Devil's Shadow, a ghastly demonic energy stretched out toward Chris.
A moment of crisis.
Chris’s Domain of Dominion transformed once again.
World of Stellar Radiance Transformation.
Compendium.
It was not a Domain of Dominion with a grand effect.
Just as its name suggested, it was a Domain of Dominion that allowed him to unfold various kinds of Stellar Radiance secret techniques as smoothly as flowing water, without any conflict.
But the moment it was unfolded in Chris’s hands, it was an authority that would become powerful beyond compare.
Tak!
A hexagonal, transparent shield blocked one of the Death Lords.
It was the 7-Star Stellar Radiance magic, Amanda’s Shield. One he had learned through the Tome of the Sage not long ago.
At the same time, a brilliant radiance incinerated one of the Death Lords.
It was the Holy Fire of the divine mages.
While simultaneously unfolding two highest-ranking magics from completely different domains, Chris’s hand moved.
This time, it was the secret technique of the swordsmanship house.
Sword of the Isolated Sea.
Evan’s conceptual technique, which possessed an absolute advantage against evil existences, flashed against the backdrop of the World of Stellar Radiance.
Another Death Lord was annihilated.
What remained was the one Death Lord that had been blocked by Amanda’s Shield at the beginning, and one Demon Shadow.
However, the Demon Shadow’s reaction was strange.
It remained frozen in the same posture it had been in when it was spewing forth its demonic energy.
As if it were feeling fear toward Chris.
Chris twisted the corner of his mouth.
-You’re nothing but a mere shadow?
The power of a devil originates from the class of its soul. The same goes for a shadow.
So it was only natural that it could not assert itself before Chris, who already possessed the soul class of a noble-rank devil or higher.
“Is this really all you’ve got?”
Chris left the Demon Shadow and the Death Lord and headed for the Archlich Ruler of the Undead who had summoned them.
[!!]
The moment the Ruler of the Undead made an urgent face, the Sculptor moved.
“You arrogant whelp. This is the end.”
A single wooden doll floated in front of the Sculptor.
When he cut the wooden doll with a knife, an astonishing thing happened.
Paat!
An identical wound appeared on Chris’s body, and a fountain of blood spurted out!
‘Corporeal Curse.’
It was the Sculptor’s specialty.
He materializes a curse into a tangible form to inflict physical damage on the opponent.
It was not a high-dimensional curse. Rather, it belongs to a very basic domain.
But the Sculptor was a figure who had reached the state of high 8-Star with that basic curse.
It was far more fatal than other curses.
In particular, the Sculptor’s curse possessed an ‘absoluteness.’
If he cuts the wooden doll, the opponent is wounded in the exact same way.
It wasn't some flimsy, inescapable trick. It acted just like an absolute law.
‘But it’s not without its limits. It’s impossible to inflict instant death or sever a body part with that wooden doll.’
Since death or permanent physical damage were very high-dimensional curses, he could not apply absoluteness to them.
Of course, that didn’t mean the Sculptor was weak.
The Sculptor’s eyes flashed.
Chaotic Flurry.
Pababababak!!
The wooden doll was slashed countless times.
Likewise, a fountain of blood spurted out from Chris’s body.
It was a fatal wound, to the point that he would no longer be able to continue the battle.
[As expected of the Sculptor!!]
It was the moment the Lord of the Undead wore a face of great relief.
An anomaly occurred.
“Fooled you, didn’t I?”
Paat!
Chris’s body was covered in light.
It was the Medical Sage Qigong of the Medical Sage House!
And at the level of a Medical Sage, no less.
Since he could not block the curse, he had healed the wounds with an even more powerful healing force.
The wounds healed in an instant, and Chris raised his sword.
[This…!]
The Lord of the Undead hurriedly tried to defend, but it was too late.
Chris’s sword pierced the Lord of the Undead’s neck.
Ordinarily, it was not an Archlich that would die from something of this level, but Chris’s attack did not stop there.
Sword of Stellar Radiance.
The sword that severs all concepts directly severed the Archlich’s core.
[Kuaaaaaaaaaargh!!!]
The Lord of the Undead’s body turned to dust and crumbled away.
The arena was covered in a deathly silence.
Of those who remained, the Murderer of Silence and the Clown swallowed a groan.
Chris’s power had far too vastly surpassed their expectations.
[…It seems it will be impossible with just us.]
“Heehee. I may be a crazy bitch, but that whelp is an even crazier bastard.”
However, the Sculptor, who was at the highest state among them, said something unexpected.
“No, we can win. That whelp is already exhausted.”
[!!]
“No matter how much that whelp has reached the wall, it is not an easy feat to face the four of us at the same time.”
It was an accurate observation.
Although he wasn't showing it, Chris had expended no small amount of energy.
Because they were not easy opponents.
In particular, unfolding the Sword of Stellar Radiance just now to annihilate the Lord of the Undead had taken a great toll.
“Still, I think I can handle the likes of you all just fine?”
“If it were just us, that might be so.”
The Sculptor answered coldly.
“It seems you have forgotten that this is the Four Kings' Castle. I have called the Executioners, so you are finished.”
He meant the 7-Star highest-ranking magi.
Another pillar of the Four Kings' Castle.
The situation was already precarious, but if new reinforcements were to arrive for the enemy, the tide of victory would completely turn.
“It seems they’ve come.”
Thud, thud.
The sound of someone descending from above was heard.
However, the Sculptor’s expression turned strange.
There was only a single set of footsteps.
There should have been at least ten or more.
That wasn't the only strange thing.
The footsteps were light, as if belonging to someone of a small build, and at the same time, a heavy presence was conveyed.
To the point that even the members of the Four Kings and Three Abysses felt a sense of tension.
As they drew closer, the eyes of the Sculptor and the others widened.
They had all realized who the owner of the presence was.
Chris let out a sneer.
“It seems you all are the ones who have forgotten. That the Four Kings' Castle does not only consist of the Necromantic Curse.”
“!!”
And then.
A girl with beautiful, blood-red hair appeared.
“I have come, my friend! It is time to show these rabble the power of friendship.”
Idrinne gave a wide smile, holding a rapier from which blood dripped in one hand.
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“Wh-what?”
The Sculptor’s complexion turned pale.
“Have you lost your mind, Grand Duchess? This whelp is an enemy of our Four Kings' Castle.”
“An enemy? An enemy of you of the Necromantic Curse, perhaps.”
Idrinne said in a cold voice.
A completely different tone from when she was speaking to Chris.
“And you of the Necromantic Curse are the enemies of our Blood Sword Demonic House. I don’t know when we became so close that you keep going on about the Four Kings' Castle.”
In the first place, it was the Blood Sword Demonic House that had sided with the Dark Alliance during the last war.
Afterward, as the Dark Alliance and the Four Kings' Castle decided to form a friendly relationship, the Blood Sword Demonic House had also returned to the Four Kings' Castle, but it was still a fact that the Necromantic Curse and the Blood Sword were enemies.
“Leaving aside the fact that Grand Duke Christian is my most precious friend, as the master of the Blood Sword Demonic House, I cannot miss such a good opportunity. If I kill you all in this place, the power of the Necromantic Curse will be greatly weakened as well.”
Idrinne raised her rapier and pointed it at them.
“Now then, decide who will die first.”
Sssss.
A ghastly energy flowed out from Idrinne’s body.
An energy so powerful that even Chris flinched.
It was the energy of a devil.
Originally, Idrinne’s state was 8-Star (advancing).
But if she borrowed the power of a devil, she could manifest a power of high 8-Star. And on a level equal to those who had reached the wall.
The reason the Blood Sword Demonic House had been able to endure despite being at an overwhelming disadvantage was because of that power of Idrinne’s.
If she joined forces with Chris, they could eliminate the likes of these in an instant.
However, Chris took Idrinne’s hand.
“Withdraw the power of the devil.”
“Why do you say that?”
“You ask because you do not know? It is dangerous.”
Not long ago, Idrinne had almost had her soul devoured by a devil and awakened as the Demon King of Dead Blood.
Although Chris had taken ownership of a part of her soul to prevent it as a last resort, using the power of the devil any further had to be avoided at all costs.
“Are you worried about me? Am I allowed to be moved?”
“……”
“Hehe, to think I would receive your concern. I am so happy.”
After showing a silly side for a moment, Idrinne shook her head seriously again.
“I, too, know that it is dangerous. But the situation is not good. I dealt with the whelps who were swarming on my way here as best as I could, but this is not a situation where we can drag things out for long.”
Idrinne, too, knew that she had to avoid the power of the devil.
The problem was that time was not on their side.
“I left the subordinates of the Blood Sword Demonic House at the entrance to guard it, but they will not be able to hold out for long.”
If the reinforcements of the Necromantic Curse were to arrive, they would have no choice but to be defeated.
However, Chris said something unexpected.
“It’s fine. I can deal with the likes of those whelps in no time.”
“!!”
The faces of the Sculptor and the other enemies hardened.
“How arrogant. Are you not looking down on us too much?”
“Five minutes.”
“…What?”
“Within that time, Sculptor, I will take your head.”
The Sculptor let out a hollow laugh, then showed a blazing anger.