Chapter 42: Chapter 42: Demon Lord of Extraordinary Tier Two!
Holy City.
Dark clouds pressed down on the city, demonic qi overwhelming.
On the towering stone walls, the claws of Ron, the Cat Clan leader, dug deep into the crevices, his brown pupils narrowing into fine lines.
The number of the Demon Clan was overwhelming, surging towards the Holy City like a tide.
If it weren’t for the barrier left by the Elven Race, the Holy City would have been trampled by the Demon Clan long ago.
"Report to the Clan Leader!"
A cat beastman reported gravely, "The barrier has already shown cracks and can last at most another half an hour!"
"Moreover, the walls guarded by other races are not optimistic either!"
Upon hearing this string of bad news, Ron sighed.
"According to the prophecy, the heir of the Elven Race would enter the Sanctum during this time! For this, he exerted all his strength to send his daughter away half a month ago, just for this slim chance."
"But now it seems... she likely encountered an unexpected situation."
Right at this moment.
"Boom——!"
The entire Holy City suddenly trembled violently.
"Damn, it’s the Demon Lord!"
The rolling dark clouds were suddenly torn apart by some terrifying force, and a tall humanoid figure with bone wings slowly descended.
His dark purple skin had lava-like patterns flowing across it, and the curved horns on his head glimmered with a metallic sheen in the lightning.
Hovering merely in mid-air, he made the knees of the beastman soldiers on the walls go weak.
Seeing this Demon Lord, Ron’s face turned extremely unpleasant.
If it weren’t for this Demon Lord, the barrier would definitely be able to hold out.
But now...
Although he was at the Extraordinary Level as well, the gap in strength compared to a Demon Lord was simply too immense.
Demon Lord Carlos suspended in the air, his bone wings slowly spreading, shadows cloaked half of the Holy City like a curtain.
He didn’t rush to strike but looked down disdainfully at the beastmen on the walls, as if he were admiring the final struggles of his prey.
To find this Sanctum, the Demon Clan had gone to great lengths!
As long as the daughter left behind by the Elf Queen is assimilated, then the Demon Clan would at least gain the combat power of another Demon Lord level.
Perhaps even...
It could very well be at the Demon God level!
"Ants of the Beastkin Clan," the voice of Demon Lord Carlos was like a dull knife scraping bone, "tell me the whereabouts of the Elf Princess!"
"Don’t even think about it! Beastkin would rather die in battle than bow to the Demon Clan!"
Carlos’ lips twisted into an inhuman smile.
"Interesting."
He raised his right hand, his five fingers forming a phantom grip—
"Boom——!!!"
The whole sky suddenly grew dark, black clouds roiled, transforming into a giant demon claw that smothered the light as it slammed towards the Holy City!
"Maintain the barrier with all your strength!" Ron howled.
The beastman warriors bit the tips of their fingers, smearing their blood on the ancient runes.
The barrier flared brightly, barely holding up a faint golden shield.
However—
"Crack!"
With just a grip from the demon claw, countless cracks appeared on the barrier like fragile glass!
Immediately following, another strike!
"Bang!"
The entire barrier shattered like glass fragments!
"Not good!" Ron’s pupils constricted.
With the barrier shattered, he had to buy time against that Demon Lord immediately.
However—
"Too slow."
A cold voice echoed in his ears, Ron hadn’t even had time to react before a hand covered in dark purple scales seized his throat!
"Clan Leader!!"
The beastmen on the wall were wild with rage, but none dared step forward.
With a brutal toss—
"Bang!"
Ron’s body was hurled like a cannonball into the wall, stones crumbling, dust rising!
"Clan Leader——!!"
Amidst the beastmen’s cries, Carlos slowly descended to the highest point of the wall, folding his bone wings, demonic aura overwhelming!
"Last chance, tell me the whereabouts of the Elf Princess!"
No one responded!
Impatience flickered in Carlos’ eyes as he slowly raised his hand, a dark purple energy ball forming in his palm.
The energy ball crackled with black lightning, exuding an oppressive aura.
"Fools, then let everyone be buried with you!"
An extremely terrifying ripple emanated from above the Holy City.
Yet at this critical moment.
A crimson meteor approached rapidly.
Feeling its momentum, the Demon Lord slowly frowned, abandoning the energy ball in his hand and turning to dodge.
And this figure was Lazuli.
When Aster Grant and his companions arrived, they witnessed the scene of the Demon Lord breaching the city.
Thus, without the slightest hesitation, Aster allowed Lazuli to activate the Blazing Angel Form and strike.
Charging from outside into the city, the path cleared by Lazuli allowed the group to successfully return to the city.
At this moment.
Aster looked up at this Demon Lord in the sky.
[Carlos]
[Talent: Demon Lord]
[Level: Extraordinary Tier Two]
[Power: 821]
[Constitution: 834]
[Spiritual: 812]
[Speed: 842]
[Gift: Magic Control]
[Skills: Demon King’s Claw...]
Observing Carlos’ attributes, Aster’s expression turned serious.
He had to admit, this guy was the strongest opponent since he contracted with Lazuli.
Though it’s Extraordinary Tier Two, each attribute was close to a thousand.
Were it not for the enhancements Lazuli had gained from the Demon Clan along the way, at this moment facing this guy.
Victory would certainly have been impossible!
But now...
[Divine Angel (Lazuli)]
[Talent: Legendary Three Stars]
[Level: Awakened Tier Nine]
[Power: 423→846]
[Constitution: 428→856]
[Spiritual: 421→842]
[Speed: 430→860]
[Skills: Judgment, Divine Protection, Blazing Angel Form, Song of the End]
Thanks to the Blazing Angel Form, Lazuli’s attributes barely reached the same level as this Demon Lord.
However, at this level of attributes.
Even a difference of a few dozen points couldn’t determine the battle’s outcome.
More importantly...
The talent of this Demon Lord was what Aster was most concerned about.
This abrupt change left the present beastmen stunned, followed by cheers.
"By the ancestors... the prophecy has truly come to pass..."
"It’s the Prophet Lord, we are saved!"
In the ruins, supported by Sally, Ron looked up at Lazuli, who was matching the Demon Lord blow for blow in the sky, and mumbled:
"The Holy City is saved! The heritage of the Elven Race won’t fall into the Demon Clan’s hands!"
Upon recognizing his opponent, Carlos frowned slightly.
The Angel Race?!
How could such a high-level race appear here?!
His gaze fell on Aster.
Even a human’s Beastbond!
However...
An angel at the Awakening Stage thinks to thwart him?
Utterly laughable!
Carlos’ mouth twisted into a sinister grin, behind him, his eerie white bone wings spread abruptly, stirring a foul wind.
His claws, covered in pitch-black scales, struck at Lazuli with incredible speed, fingertips entwined with suffocating demonic qi.
Lazuli deftly sidestepped, yet a few strands of her hair were still severed by the sharp claw-wind.
Several scorched black marks appeared on her snowy wings, evidence that the previous engagements had been anything but easy.
Aster’s pupils shrank slightly, noticing the gap between Lazuli and this Demon Lord.
Although Lazuli had an advantage on the attribute panel, the magic boost granted by the Demon Lord’s talent gave Carlos the edge in battle!
Realizing this state, Aster hesitated no more.
There could be no further delays!
"Activate the Critical State!"
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