High School of Demon Hunting-Chapter 1683 - 427: Foggy, Giant Eye, and Clock

"Praise the Ancestor!"

"Praise the Ancestor for granting us courage, strength, and wisdom!"

"Praise the Ancestor!"

"Praise be to the True Monsters, Sea Demons, Witch Demons, and guests from the Starry Sky under the Ancestor’s glory!"

"Praise the Ancestor!"

"Praise the cracked earth beneath our feet, the rising sun above our heads, and the ancient fortress before us, giving us the chance to face our deepest fears!"

The Duke descended from the sky, prostrating on an altar forged from bones and magma, raising his arms high as if bearing some invisible offering. His voice fell upon the earth, sounding both muffled and loud:

"We pray for the Ancestor’s protection! We pray for the Ancestor to grant us courage and strength! Water our parched souls with red flames and cold blood!"

"Praise the Ancestor!" On the battlefield, tens of thousands of demons roared in unison, smearing the blood of wizards on their faces as the ultimate act of piety to the Ancestor.

"We are here!" The Duke suddenly rose, spreading his arms to embrace the entire battlefield, an expression of fervor and intoxication on his face:

"Bearing the Ancestor’s glory is both heavy and honorable!"

"In the Black Prison, our souls cannot return to the eternal paradise under the Ancestor’s gaze! Therefore, we praise the Ancestor, we are praying for ourselves."

"We see! This is not our world!"

"We conquer! Our prayers are in the Ancestor’s name!"

"Praise the Ancestor!!"

With the final chant of praise, a frenzy and fervor filled the minds of all the demons. This ritual, led by a Great Wizard Demon, left little unaffected, except for the high-level demons, and even the insect monsters falling from Leviathan were swept up in the demons’ fiery emotions, losing their reason.

Furthermore, as high-level wizards were detained by high-level demons, the pressure on the Black Prison guard wizards increased sharply, casualties continuously rising.

To be precise, the death rate was increasing rapidly.

The hunter teams returning from the New World exhibited stronger combat will and a colder fighting spirit than the Alliance Hunter Squad. This situation made them more resistant to demonic erosion and also more fierce in their stance against becoming demonized.

Few wounded hunters were willing to set aside their law books to accept anesthesia and sealing by therapists. Instead, more warriors preferred to fight the demons to their last breath.

"What fine children, what fine seeds... all wasted in this dirty, narrow world."

The Mist Captain glanced at the young wizard besieged to death under the wall, summoned a shield to block a Thunder Curse falling from the sky, and casually flung a smoke-breathing Cloud Dragon toward Professor Yao, speaking languidly:

"You teachers, don’t you feel ashamed? Or are you still excited by the splattering blood? That’s some news..."

As he spoke, Gustav Darren and Mark Bridget, standing on either side of him, simultaneously brandished their magic wands and cast one curse after another at Professor Yao.

Professor Yao, revealing his three-headed and eight-armed true form, held four law books, chanting spells with three faces simultaneously, fearlessly facing the attack from the three Great Demons, even having the ability to counterattack.

Upon hearing the Mist Captain’s heart-piercing words, Professor Yao’s furious face on his left shoulder grew more ferocious, the compassionate face on his right shoulder more serene, while the central indifferent face showed no fluctuation from beginning to end.

"Ashamed? No, we feel proud."

The central indifferent face answered in a cold voice: "Everyone dies; some are heavier than Mount Tai, others lighter than a feather. To die for ideals and beliefs is better than a pointless, nameless life... I’m proud of their choices."

"Tsk, tsk," the Mist Captain clicked his tongue, shaking his head repeatedly: "Terrifying... those old wizards at school are terrifying. What did they do to you... to make you more rigid and doctrinaire than those old scholars?"

The three-headed and eight-armed wizard opposite did not speak but answered the captain’s question with a string of Demon-hunting Thunder.

The Mist Captain summoned a cloud-like mist again to catch the thunderbolt, probing further, "Is there truly no room for negotiation?"

"You’ve already broken into the Black Prison," Professor Yao simply replied, "Show your true selves... Let’s do our utmost for each of our destinies."

Gustav, standing to the captain’s left, disgruntledly glanced at the Mist, making his magic wand movements more intricate: "At this point, are you still clinging to wishful thinking?"

The Mist Captain sighed deeply, causing more white mist to gather around him: "The worst outcome... Originally, a few of us merely wanted to sneak in and steal a few fruits while that old undying guy wasn’t at school... but it turned into pawns on the chessboard under the calculations of those big shots."

"Think openly," Big Witch Goblin Bridget answered softly, "As the saying goes, a pawn that crosses the river can eat the chariot, horse, and cannon. Since our feet are already wet and have crossed the river... we can only move forward with no retreat."

"Only thus," 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

The Mist Captain said, his body suddenly expanding, seemingly transforming into a giant, then suddenly dispersing, his white cloak, shining ring, blue face, and black lips all turning into a plume of gray-white mist.

This was a living mist, headless and tailless, which dispersed and converged at will, evading almost all physical and magical attacks. This was the Mist Captain’s true form, the root that allowed him to escape alive when facing a Legend.

Almost simultaneously, Gustav and Bridget, the two Great Wizard Demons, also unleashed their true forms.

Gustav transformed into a giant eye with a diameter of several dozen meters, wrapped in dark purple skin. The eye was surrounded by tentacle-like tendrils, gently undulating in mid-air, radiating an invisible mental pressure with each blink.

Bridget turned into a gigantic clock hanging above the giant eye, its shell adorned with intricate carvings. The clock face was filled with star-shaped patterns of various sizes, the hour, minute, and second hands, three pointers of varying lengths and thicknesses, moved slowly across the dial with a ticking sound.

Upon the inner fortress wall.

Elder Ruoyu, for once, raised his eyelids and glanced at the true forms of several Great Demons, truly sighing, "Indeed... what a pity."

His words barely fell when he suddenly furrowed his brow, turning to look to his side.

A small door abruptly appeared on the otherwise empty wall.

Bang, the door was pushed open.

Like dumplings tossed in a pot, several figures tumbled in with a clatter. The old man focused his gaze, seeing a man, a woman, a cat, and an oddly shaped spirit.