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Chapter 124: Starting Off by Calling Out "Mom" to Show Respect

Chapter 124: Chapter 124: Starting Off by Calling Out "Mom" to Show Respect

Upon hearing this,

Ansarhin hadn’t even finished his polite words when Bloodbell charged forward, brandishing his massive war blade.

In the emergency, Ansarhin hurriedly said, "Your Excellency, ’luminous saint,’ let’s join forces and take down this giant bear first!"

Ashu looked at the ’super Bloodbell’ he had created, sneered, and replied, "The Divine Mother Goddess intended this all along."

Of course, he wanted to kill Bloodbell.

Bloodbell was meant to be a sacrifice.

The ’buddy’ Bloodbell admired was only the Reaper Devotee in "Reaper’s Resolve" mode—not Ashu himself.

So killing him caused Ashu no guilt whatsoever.

On the contrary, this guy’s remaining lifespan had already been consumed by "Forbidden Sacrifice." After the skill effect ended, he would fall into a near-death state. Rather than dying in a pitiful way, it was better to have a grand, righteous battle against the "luminous saint."

That would elevate his final days.

He should thank Ashu for that.

"Attack!"

Ashu spoke the command, immediately summoning the "Holy Shield Knight" while reciting a self-composed Divine Mother Goddess prayer—Ashu hadn’t memorized all the scriptures in the Sacred Codex; he only remembered some easy keywords to improvise on the spot. After all, as long as he praised the Divine Mother Goddess and strongly bonded himself with her, the Divine Mother Goddess would surely bestow Holy Light.

"Ah!"

"My Mother!"

Ashu shouted "Mom" right away, a move as powerful as a Mage casting a high-level spell at the start. Instantly, the two Divine Mother Goddess statues in his hands burst forth with a fierce Holy Light that embodied a mother’s fierce protection.

These two beams of Holy Light, like glowing swords hundreds of meters long, swept mercilessly from Ashu’s hands toward Bloodbell.

Ansarhin’s eyes widened as he watched the scene. To be honest, it was somewhat abstract—others were awe-inspiring in power, but Ashu was so bizarre that it almost seemed surreal.

He began to understand why The Royal Family was so determined to eliminate this one "luminous saint."

This was damn twisted!

Simply calling on the Divine Mother Goddess made one practically invincible!

If a freak like this became Pope, there might be no one and no power in the entire world that could oppose him.

But before the formal assassination of Ashu, he could not reveal even a hint of murderous intent. After all, the Demon army was the primary target right now.

Only after wiping out the Demon army here could they even consider assassinating a "luminous saint."

Without words, the two formed a tacit understanding: one would use the King of Assassins’ strength to kill the super Bloodbell he himself had helped create; the other would use the "luminous saint’s" power to suppress the Demon army in this area.

Ansarhin began to sneak around Bloodbell’s attention, quietly approaching from the side. Bloodbell was swinging his massive warblade wildly, struggling to block Ashu’s attacks. Being a Demon, he was extremely vulnerable to the Holy Light and had to fight with all his might, thus completely unaware of the danger creeping closer.

Ashu noticed Ansarhin’s move first and coordinated perfectly. A golden Holy Light sword slashed diagonally from the right toward Bloodbell, forcing him to turn and block. As Bloodbell’s attention was drawn to the Holy Light sword, Ansarhin appeared like a ghost behind his neck, his dagger striking precisely at the cervical vertebrae.

Bloodbell sensed the danger behind him and tried to evade, but his massive body made him slow to react. The dagger pierced deep, and black blood sprayed out violently.

Feeling the intense pain at his neck, Bloodbell let out a low roar and swung his giant warblade wildly, nearly creating a whirlwind.

Seizing the opportunity, Ashu combined the two Divine Mother Goddess statues in both hands into a single, thicker light sword and kept slashing relentlessly.

He knew clearly that his own strength wasn’t enough to kill this Demon yet—after all, it was his own creation, and he knew it best.

The flashy spectacle on the battlefield made it seem like Ashu had the upper hand, but in reality, he was only providing support—Ansarhin was the main attacker.

Whether Ansarhin killed Bloodbell or they delayed until Bloodbell’s remaining lifespan ran out, Ashu’s goal would be achieved.

Bloodbell struggled to resist and tried to call on Shava for a breakthrough.

But at this moment, Shava remained hidden, carefully concealing himself amid the chaos, quietly gathering his strength.

Shava’s way of ruling, though not very brilliant, was definitely cunning among the Demon army.

He wouldn’t expose his position just for the sake of a mere inner-circle patrolman.

He was only a little bit away from regaining his full strength. Even if he didn’t return to his peak, he would be close enough.

If he were exposed now, the King of Assassins would surely change his target.

Not long after,

As Bloodbell’s lifespan ran out, his strength instantly faded, and his life plummeted into the abyss. His huge body crashed to the ground with a thunderous sound.

The Demon army, seeing their core fighter fall, immediately erupted into chaos, and their assault slowed down.

But just then,

Ashu clearly observed Shava’s life force elevate to a new level—one that transcended the rank of Grand Archmage, entering a whole new, elite tier of combat power.

Though he was not yet peak Shava, he had recovered to that "kingly" level.

Moreover, he still had one forbidden technique left—Devouring his subordinates.

Earlier, during the battle with the Sword King, he had absorbed two inner-circle patrolmen. Now that Bloodbell had died, only one remained.

Sure enough,

Without a moment’s hesitation, the instant Bloodbell fell and the human troops in the Imperial Capital relaxed, Shava made a single-handed move. The last inner-circle patrolman hidden in the chaos of war was sucked before him.

Before the patrolman could even utter a wail, he transformed into a mass of red flesh.

"Heh heh heh..."

Shava bared two neat rows of teeth and bit down hard.

"Boom—"

In that instant, the aura of the Great Demon rose again on the battlefield, the dense evil and overwhelming pressure once again spreading to every corner of Rose Valley town.

Ansarhin was stunned.

He had just taken down one, so how could there be another?

Was the Demon army’s breeding some kind of damn relay race?

He had expended a lot of energy killing Bloodbell and even traded injuries with him a few times.

Now, he could only bring out half his strength.

The Sword King had just burned himself to death earlier; he didn’t want to follow the same path.

"This is bad!" Ansarhin prepared to flee. "Your Excellency, ’luminous saint,’ please hold out a moment—I’ll return to the Imperial Capital to request reinforcements!"

"Fuck you." —Ashu wanted to say this, but held back. "The Divine Mother Goddess has sent down the Divine Oracle. I cannot linger here; I will go with you!"

He disguised his escape as following the Divine Oracle anyway; no one would question him.

Seeing this, Ansarhin cursed silently.

This damn "luminous saint" — no different from an ordinary person, scared to die and desperate to live.

Just as Ansarhin thought this, suddenly, an extremely gloomy aura appeared right in front of his escape route.

He only saw a red figure flash before him and hastily slammed on the brakes.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

In his pupils, the evil face of Great Demon Shava rapidly grew larger—and even faster growing was a huge hand.

"This is bad!"

Ansarhin knew very well that if he were caught by this Great Demon, he would die without a grave. Although he didn’t understand why the Great Demon, reported dead in the intelligence, was still alive, now was not the time to ponder that.

The Sword King had burned himself out, which perhaps was indeed heroic.

But the fact was, the Commander of this Demon army was still alive, and very much alive.

If he could bring this weighty news back to the Imperial Capital, he could redeem himself despite deserting the battlefield, and the Crown Prince would not pursue the matter further.

"Damn it, I’m going all out!"

Ansarhin hardened his heart. In front of him was the Sword King, who had burned himself to unleash a stunning strike; now he had the King of Assassins pulling out a priceless trump card to escape.

It was a talisman from an ancient ruin. Because of its complex and unreplicable runes, it was a unique treasure in the world.

Once used, there would be no second one on earth.

Originally, Ansarhin had planned to keep it as a last resort, but now, with his life in danger, he had no choice but to use it.

He immediately crushed the talisman in his hand, and everything in the world seemed to slow down—except his own speed, which skyrocketed.

He hurriedly summoned all his strength, dodging around Great Demon Shava’s body and rushing toward the Imperial Capital.

By the time the talisman’s effect wore off, Ansarhin had already put a great distance between himself and the battlefield.

"Huff, luckily it didn’t catch up... but I can’t linger, I have to keep running..." Ansarhin looked back once, confirming that the terrifying Shava hadn’t caught up, and then let out a sigh of relief.

However,

While Shava hadn’t caught up, there was someone who, using rapid Flight Magic, had chased all the way to him.

That was Ashu.

"’Luminous saint’ Your Excellency, you really have... incredible speed," Ansarhin said in surprise.

"Likewise. Let’s hurry into the Imperial Capital. That Great Demon will catch up to us soon," Ashu replied.

"Exactly."

The two turned around, ready to move quickly toward the Imperial Capital.

However,

At the moment they turned, Ashu shoved the Divine Mother Goddess statue into his pocket, black energy swirling around him. The giant Reaper’s Scythe in his hand suddenly swung toward Ansarhin.

Yes, he skillfully switched into "Reaper’s Resolve" mode and launched a sneak attack on Ansarhin.

Ansarhin was already wounded; just a second ago, his thoughts were cursing the "luminous saint" for abandoning the sacred path and being a deserter.

The next second, the sharp Reaper’s Scythe pierced through his chest.

Ansarhin’s eyes widened in disbelief. He tried to make a sound but only coughed up a mouthful of blood.

His lungs were shattered; blood poured up his windpipe, out his throat, and from his mouth.

"’Luminous saint’? You fucking... what exactly are you...?"

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