After Being Sold Out By The Empire, I Decide To Assist The Demon King
Chapter 130 - 129: Crimson Nova·Star Disaster Comet

Chapter 130: Chapter 129: Crimson Nova·Star Disaster Comet

"Boom!!!!"

With a massive impact, the creature named "Yila," completely wrapped in crimson Mana, dived from high above like a hawk swooping down, snatching a soldier the moment it skimmed the ground and bringing him back to the sky.

The rampaging crimson Mana burned and tore at him until he was reduced to charred, dismembered chunks of meat.

This wasn’t mere killing, but a massacre carried out to vent something, or rather, it was sadistic slaughter... Cruelty and pain interwoven, spreading fear and death.

Fear spread among every soldier, accompanied by shrill screams and wails; many broke down crying... Some tried to plead for mercy, but Yila turned a blind eye; some attempted to fight back, but to no avail.

At this moment, all was lost.

This was the rarely seen, extreme anger of Yila, one of the few times witnessed by the people of the empire... no, the people of this world.

The Governor would get angry at times, but rarely. After the Governor delivered all his Mana to the World Spell and the Wing Columns, his emotions had become much more restrained, which was exactly what the Governor required.

The Governor wasn’t supposed to get angry. The World Spell on his neck wasn’t supposed to turn completely crimson, or else there was a possibility of him becoming Mutated.

But in this world, there were always things that one couldn’t help but get angry over; things that might seem normal to some people were, to others, their greatest breaches... their reverse scales.

And Yila, or more accurately, Yila Elkaras, had what he hated, what he was most angered by, and what he couldn’t accept the most: the usage of violence by the Slave Capture Team and the trafficking of non-human slaves.

And then, there were those idiot noblemen.

After the first bout of anger, the second one always came more easily, and the uncontrollable fiery rage within him also became easier to manage. Logically speaking... after his first bout of anger caused by Isabella abandoning their shared dream, the second bout should have been more subdued.

But that wasn’t the case.

Yila was very good at controlling his emotions, so during the battle with Heidlin, he had even held back to avoid killing Heidlin and triggering the "Death Trigger."

It had also merely been a way to make a point.

But now it was different. Compared to the anger Yila felt now, that previous anger seemed almost childish. How could one describe this outburst and destruction?

Well... Yila and his encounter with the Slave Capture Team happened on a mountain path, surrounded by vast forests. Yet now, the trees had disappeared, the peaks had collapsed, and the stones had shattered to pieces.

At this moment, Yila unleashed destruction and flames without holding back, showcasing the violence of one of the world’s top tier powerhouses to the fullest extent. Even Satan Ye and Wolf, who had fled far away, could feel the scorching heat from such a distance.

"Boom!!!!"

The sweeping flames left a scorching trail on the ground; the human bodies seemed frail under such an attack, their steel armor melting and fusing with their bodies, causing intense pain.

Flesh and vegetation turned to charcoal, stones and dirt burned to powder.

"Boom!!!"

Then, Yila’s speed began to increase, turning into a crimson blur, gradually becoming an afterimage. Each time he whizzed by, he left one or two soldiers with heads or upper bodies turned to brittle charcoal.

After that... Yila ascended again, the remaining soldiers below attempting a desperate counterattack, but the arrows and magic evaporated before touching Yila, as if they had never existed.

Yila’s crimson eyes gazed down.

Resentment, confusion, pain, terror, killing intent, annihilation, anger... anger, anger, anger, anger, anger, anger, anger, anger, anger, anger, anger, anger, anger, anger, anger, anger, anger, anger, anger, anger, anger, anger, anger...

The malicious gaze covered almost all the soldiers’ field of view, paralyzing their bodies.

"Ding~"

Accompanied by a crisp sound, a white-hot, cross-shaped Mana polymer appeared behind Yila, roughly the size of a fist, like beautiful stardust.

"Ding~"

"Ding~"

Then a second and third appeared, aligning neatly behind Yila...

"Ding~ ding~ ding~ ding~ ding~ ding~ ding~ ding~ ding~ ding~ ding~ ding~ ding~ ding~ ding..."

The crisp sounds converged into one continuous note. Quickly, Yila’s back was densely covered with such stardust. High in the sky, it seemed the entire sky behind Yila was filled with these things.

"That’s my father’s..."

Satan Ye seemed to recognize this move. She widened her eyes in astonishment, saying as she led a stunned Wolf to run away: "I remember, my dad used this too, then... Mr. Yila will descend!"

As if to confirm Satan Ye’s words, Yila soared to a tremendous height and then seemed to give up flying, free falling with the countless stardust behind him.

The stardust rotated automatically, turning into a long tail.

The crimson comet, with countless beautiful white-hot spirals trailing behind it, fell straight down from the sky. The speed wasn’t fast, but it was... unavoidable.

"Would it be too far?"

Wolf, seeing Yila in the far distance, asked.

"It’s coming, it’s coming!"

Without answering Wolf, Satan Ye said, her eyes reflecting the crimson energy mass about to hit the ground. She said excitedly, "Squint your eyes, don’t look directly... That is!"

"Crimson Nova·Star Disaster Comet!"

In the next instant after Satan Ye voiced it... both their eyes were filled with the deepest crimson, erupting from the white-hot core, a color like countless suns exploding at once.

The tremendous impact force melted countless materials. Those that weren’t melted were blasted away by the shockwave, crashing into the rocks shielding the two.

"..."

The storm subsided, and Satan Ye, covered in sand and dust, and Wolf, caked in mud, tried to peek out. There they saw the wings of Yila breaking apart and disappearing, the Elf well protected by the crimson barrier, and...

Yila and the Elf stood before a beautiful, glassy crater hundreds of feet deep where the mountain had once been, now vanished without a trace.

"Y... is that Yila?"

The Elf girl, her cage long gone, now free, weakly raised her head and asked, stretching her hand out fearfully as if afraid Yila was just an illusion, afraid he’d vanish the next moment, but then Yila took her hand.

"I am here."

Yila said gently, the black World Spell on his neck reduced to less than one-seventh remaining. He carefully helped the curled-up Elf girl to sit up, calmly announcing, "Your suffering ends here."

...

Watching the Elf girl sobbing in Yila’s arms, Wolf, standing at the top of the crater, seemed moved. She sighed, "I think I found the answer."

Satan Ye: "Hm?"

"No, it’s nothing."

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"..."

"So strong."

Wenresa marveled, glancing at the shocked human woman, chuckling softly, "Hmm, what’s wrong? Don’t you feel confident in defeating Yila? I mean, without using your trump cards."

But the human woman could only gape speechlessly, evidently not expecting Yila’s power to reach such extent... He even restrained himself significantly to avoid the destruction impacting his companions and the Elf slaves.

"However, the Governor’s true power will now be revealed."

Wenresa said, watching Yila, clearly having discerned something, smiling excitedly, "With anger as a medium, ’Mutated’! It’s about to begin!"