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Chapter 126: Is the Fragrance Poisonous?

Chapter 126: Chapter 126: Is the Fragrance Poisonous?

Vivita stared at Shava, who stood amidst the crowd. Even with overwhelming power at her command, she was still constrained by the situation.

There were too many people!

Even though she could smell the stench clinging to their bodies, they hadn’t pledged themselves to any evil god. They were simply participants in a decade-long orgy, led by that lunatic from the Tully family.

By all accounts, this kind of behavior should have pleased the evil god Cidi the most.

But Vivita was somewhat familiar with the Evil Power of Cidi—after all, she had once helped Ashu cultivate it herself.

And yet, among these people, there wasn’t the faintest trace of Cidi’s Evil Power.

Sex, in and of itself, wasn’t a crime. At least, according to the Doctrine of the Holy Cultivator Guild, licentiousness didn’t warrant the death penalty—it was dealt with by other forms of punishment.

So, as a Demon Huntress Nun, she had no right to take their lives.

A Demon Huntress Nun had her own set of constraints. Even if she wanted to crush these people with a single punch, she couldn’t act so recklessly at the foot of the Imperial Capital.

"Jieh-jieh-jieh..."

The Greater Demon Shava, seeing Vivita’s hesitation, only smiled more wickedly.

"Nun, your weakness is far too obvious. What now? Dare to make a move?"

Hearing this, Vivita didn’t move, nor did she give any response.

She had dealt with demons for years and knew full well how evil they were—any words exchanged were pointless.

Even if she agreed to some deal with a demon and fulfilled her part, the demon would still go back on his word in the end.

They didn’t abide by any kind of morality. On the contrary, they treated deceit as a mark of pride.

Shava fixed his gaze on Vivita and continued speaking. "Jieh-jieh-jieh, afraid to move now? Then do as I say—break your arms and legs, or I’ll kill every worthless human around us in an instant."

The people hiding inside the Church were mostly ordinary mortals. Even an average cultivator could slaughter them like chickens—let alone a Greater Demon.

He wasn’t bluffing. He really could do it.

At that moment,

Vivita’s gray eyes glinted coldly.

Was she really going to obey a demon’s command and break her own limbs?

Of course not!

She didn’t believe for a second that a demon would honor any agreement.

With her vast experience as a Demon Hunter, there was only one move left to make in a moment like this!

Suddenly, she tossed her Demon Slayer Holy Crossbow to the ground. Just as Shava was smugly convinced he had the upper hand, her hand signs shifted, transforming into a burst of golden chains that shot skyward.

The soaring golden chains pierced the invisible heavens, binding both her and the Greater Demon Shava together.

"Sacred Covenant: Twin Prison!" Vivita cried out in a low, fierce voice.

Holy runes exploded beneath her feet. Beneath both human and demon, nine golden pillars of light surged upward, weaving together in the sky above them—forming a cage that trapped both Vivita and Shava inside.

Shava’s goatlike horizontal pupils shrank sharply. He was horrified to find that the turbulent Magical Essence inside his body had frozen like solidified magma. His entire body was drained of power, even his most basic senses stripped away—as if sealed within a shell, blind and unfeeling.

He had actually become just like the surrounding "cripples"... No—he was even worse than these "cripples." At least they could still jump and run, while he couldn’t even move!

And Vivita was also completely immobilized. The reason Sacred Covenant: Twin Prison bore that name was because it was a dual-binding spell.

For opponents of equal rank, expecting a single spell to subdue the enemy completely was simply unrealistic.

However, throughout a Demon Huntress Nun’s lifetime of training, the Holy Cultivator Guild had simulated countless battle scenarios for them. And the one she was facing now was a common scenario among those.

To handle this situation, the Demon Huntress Nuns had developed a dual-seal technique.

It sacrificed offensive power and the caster’s mobility in exchange for speed and safety during casting.

Once activated, it would trap both the caster and the target, plunging them into mutual "sealing." Under this seal, both parties would temporarily become as powerless as ordinary humans—and would be unable to move.

"You! Damn it! Curse you!!"

Shava’s furious roar echoed within the cage of light pillars, but it couldn’t inflict even the slightest harm on the Nun.

After all, having been reduced to a mere mortal, his voice at most became noise in her ears, and his gaze could, at best, reach the wall.

One was inside the town, the other outside.

When they still had power, their level allowed them to ignore such trivial distance.

But now that they had become mortals, they couldn’t even see each other.

And now, it all came down to a gamble.

A gamble on who would encounter misfortune first.

The battlefield fell into a brief silence.

In the distance, the remaining imperial soldiers gradually slowed their steps, having realized something as well. Meanwhile, the Demon army wandered in disarray—intimidated by the blinding Holy Light from the pillars, and confused by the sudden disappearance of the Greater Demon Shava’s presence.

They saw the ancient Light Dragon within the city but dared not approach the area enveloped by that Holy Light.

At that moment—

Ashu had just finished killing Ansarhin and returned.

He moved through the shadows, his Reaper’s Eye having long since grasped the situation in full.

The return of one of The Twelve Demon-Hunting Nuns was exactly what he had hoped for—but it still wasn’t enough. His goal wasn’t to spend a romantic night with Vivita, but to summon all twelve Nuns.

Of course, a romantic night wouldn’t be bad either.

Still, there were clearly more important things to do at the moment.

After this one-for-one divine technique exchange, the Demon army had once again fallen into a disadvantage.

If the Imperial Capital’s forces launched even a modest counterattack, the Demon army could be wiped out in mere minutes.

So, he had to come up with a solution.

Should he use Forbidden Sacrifice again to create another powerhouse?

No! All four inner-circle patrollers were already dead. None of the remaining Demons had the same foundation as those four. Even sacrificing their entire lifespan wouldn’t bring them to the desired realm.

Then... should he hold the line himself?

Ashu immediately dismissed the thought. Even under Reaper’s Resolve, he had only just reached mid-stage Grand Archmage level. There was no way he could endure what was coming.

So, he could only quietly slip into the city and make his way near Shava.

Staring at Shava, who was trapped inside the cage of light pillars, Ashu called out, "Hey, if you’ve got anything hidden up your sleeve, now’s the time to bring it out. Otherwise, I’m outta here."

Ashu didn’t believe for a second that Shava had no hidden cards left to play.

A Greater Demon with no reserves?

Who’d believe that kind of crap?

As he spoke, Ashu began channeling the power of the Reaper Devotee, preparing to slip into the Netherrealm.

His performance—so vivid and convincing—startled the Greater Demon Shava into a shudder.

If Ashu really turned around and left now, there’d be nothing Shava could do about it. Trapped within the light-cage, Ashu couldn’t move him even if he wanted to.

Staying in the mortal realm would mean only one thing for Shava: death.

"Damn that Nun!" Shava gnashed his teeth and cursed. "Brother! Help me one more time! Take my blood—go to the Netherrealm and find a Demon. She’s one of my comrades. Once she sees my blood, she’ll understand everything. She’ll definitely help me! As long as you bring her here... I swear, I’ll reward you handsomely afterwards!"

Unlike Vivita—

Ashu actually trusted Demons. Or rather, he was half-skeptical, half-convinced.

He had already acquired The Demon’s Orb from Shava, and who knew what else he might gain down the line?

But whatever it was, it definitely wouldn’t be less valuable than The Demon’s Orb.

"And how am I supposed to find her?" Ashu asked.

"At the altar in my camp—offer my blood there, and it will guide you to her!" Shava’s voice was filled with urgency. "Quick, hurry and take my blood! There’s not much time left!"

Ashu hesitated briefly. His current Scythe, shrouded in black mist, would instantly kill Shava, who had been temporarily reduced to a mortal.

So he’d have to find another way to draw the blood.

Wrapped in black energy, Ashu turned his gaze toward a human nearby and spoke in a low voice, "You. Go cut him."

The man at his feet was scared out of his mind.

On one side was a terrifying Demon.

On the other, a deathly Devotee cloaked in darkness.

They had just been having an orgy—who had they offended?

"M-My lord, I..."

"Cut the chatter. Go stab him. Or I’ll kill you right now."

Under Ashu’s menacing pressure, the man forced himself to gather courage, grabbed a longsword from a nearby soldier, and slashed at Shava.

Shava’s flesh split open with a wet crack, and blood sprayed out instantly.

The man recoiled in terror at the sight of the gushing wound, his legs going weak. With a clang, the longsword fell from his hands to the ground.

Ashu ignored it all. He immediately used his Magical Essence control to seize Shava’s blood—and in the next instant, entered the Netherrealm.

———

Netherrealm.

Ashu was racing against time.

There was no time to explain anything to Anna or the others. Without delay, he located the altar in Shava’s camp.

Controlling the floating blood, he placed it atop the altar.

The otherwise unremarkable altar suddenly sprang to life, as though it were a living thing. It lifted Shava’s blood into the air, chose a direction, and began to slither rapidly forward.

Its wriggling movement was even faster than the Four Inner Circle Patrol Officers—Ashu couldn’t help but be shocked.

"That bastard Shava was hiding a move like this?"

He quickly gave chase.

In this fog-shrouded Netherrealm, even flying at full speed, he could only just barely keep the altar in sight at the edge of his vision.

Before long,

at full speed, he entered a completely different domain.

The mist in this domain had taken on an eerie pink hue, resembling the delicate bloom of a young maiden.

"This place is..."

Ashu activated Reaper’s Eye, and at once, he detected a high-energy lifeform. The level of power matched that of peak Shava exactly!

It was obvious—this was the territory of another Greater Demon.

He stepped into the pink mist.

In that instant, his vision cleared. Just like the Marauder camp, the fog ahead had clearly been artificially manipulated. It hadn’t been fully dispersed, but left to swirl lightly—giving the space a dreamlike, illusory feel.

Broken shards of crystal floated in the air. Artificial moonlight filtered through the clouds, casting a pale glow upon a thorn-covered Demon castle in the distance.

Compared to Shava’s crude mountain stronghold, this Demon’s taste was in a completely different league.

Following the trail of Shava’s blood, he pressed forward.

Gradually, an intoxicating fragrance began to permeate the air. As he stepped into the Demon’s castle, the scent grew stronger and stronger, to the point it felt like it was devouring his rational mind.

"Is the scent poisoned?"

"Good thing I’ve got Purification..."

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