The Demon's Menu-Chapter 706: Angel Envoy Descends? No, a Feast Descends!
Chapter 706: Angel Envoy Descends? No, a Feast Descends!
Chapter 706 -79: Angel Envoy Descends? No, a Feast Descends!
The cross?
Derluce looked at the anomaly in the night sky, his rigid face finally showing a hint of change.
As a senior member of the Mystical Side, he was aware of the existence of the “cross”, a symbol of a devastated cult’s remnants from a century ago, but that was all he knew.
More than that?
He was completely clueless.
Even the name of the cult was unknown to him.
...
Although, according to the remaining architecture of the time, the cult was supposed to have been quite prosperous.
It was as if the cult had been erased by an invisible hand, leaving no trace of its existence.
Could it be?
Derluce narrowed his eyes and looked towards the owner of the house.
He had been speculating why the other party had defected to the Sabie Aliens.
With his status and reputation, he shouldn’t have needed to do that.
If it were related to this vanished cult, it would all make sense.
And the owner of the house no longer concealed it.
Gently swirling his glass of red wine, a smile on his lips, he spoke.
"I am one of the inheritors.”
"I will inevitably resurrect my Lord’s glory.”
"Every trial and tribulation is for a more grandiose future.”
During these words, a fervor emerged on the face of the homeowner.
He tilted his head back, drank the red wine in one gulp, then walked to the window, kneeled on one knee, and gazed at the massive cross, his words unceasing.
"You were erased.”
"But you have returned.”
"As your people, we will welcome your descent unto this land, back to your nation.”
The words that followed were all praise.
Derluce’s brow furrowed even more deeply.
A full minute later, as the homeowner ceased his praise, Derluce immediately asked, “Is this your master?”
"Of course not!”
"This is merely the master’s envoy!”
"Yes, Angel Envoy!”
The homeowner shook his head, reverence in his voice as he looked at the vast cross, “The master cannot return directly, only when all twelve Angel Envoys have arrived can the master return.”
"And this is only the first Angel Envoy!”
"Each Angel Envoy’s arrival is costly, otherwise, why would I cooperate with the ‘Sabie Aliens’?”
"Do you really think I would betray my own kind just to become the ‘surface governor’ that they speak of in their colonial lands?”
"Ridiculous!”
The homeowner spoke with ridicule, the fanaticism on his face growing more evident.
Derision and fanaticism were both concentrated on one face.
Making it twisted and contorted.
Sinister, hideous.
And his words were a murderous whisper.
"All sinners must die!”
"Those on the ‘surface’.”
"The ‘Sabie Aliens’.”
"All unforgivable!”
"The first Angel Envoy’s arrival, though it only lasts for 5 minutes, is enough to erase… Ah!”
The homeowner, who had been praying softly, suddenly let out a scream.
A slender sword was plunged into his back.
The sword was made of silver.
Silver Sword?
Glory of Silver?
Hunter?
The homeowner looked up at Derluce who was holding the sword, his eyes full of bewilderment.
"You are not Derluce!”
As if realizing something, the other party screamed.
How could Derluce, revered by evil wizards as their master, possibly be a “Hunter”?
The answer, of course, was clear as day.
The man before him was not Derluce.
Listened to the screeching, Derluce’s stoic face didn’t change at all, and his eyes remained calm. He simply flipped the sword, drew it, and slashed.
In the flipping motion, he completely crushed the heart.
Upon drawing it, he widened the wound, and blood spouted out.
And the slash?
He held the sword with both hands, lifted it high, and then brought it down with force.
The homeowner was cleaved in two by this single stroke.
At the moment the body hit the ground, a bottle of special sword oil was tossed out.
Whoosh!
When the sword oil contacted the blood, it ignited instantly.
Flames burst into life, and Derluce’s face was illuminated brightly by the firelight.
"Of course, I am Derluce.”
"Who decided that ‘Hunters’ can’t study Black Witchcraft?”
"Who decided that ‘Hunters’ can’t be the mentors of warlocks?”
As Derluce spoke, a palm-sized scroll appeared in his hand.
He tore the scroll apart.
Amidst a play of light and shadow, the figure of General Rael Fono appeared.
"The situation is roughly like this
Looking at the old general, Derluce didn’t hesitate, recounting the news he had just learned.
"Thank you for everything you have done for the ‘surface’, Master.”
The old general saluted.
The light and shadow dissipated.
Beyond the burning corpse, the house fell silent once again. Derluce twisted the ring on his little finger.
Seconds later, several black, cold mists appeared in the house.
Three men in long robes emerged and bowed respectfully to Derluce upon seeing him.
"Master.”
The three called him with respect.
However, their eyes carried confusion.
Why kill the collaborator all of a sudden?
They didn’t understand.
"I am an outcast in the eyes of the people, even werewolves and vampires refuse to associate with me.”
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"I have done every evil deed imaginable, from murder to arson, body-snatching to plague-spreading. I am indeed the villain that people speak of, and I admit to these deeds, but… I will not betray my own race, my country.”
"Because, even a villain, is human.”
"Do you understand?”
Derluce said indifferently.
"Understood!”
The three warlocks nodded and then, without needing any instructions from Derluce, they swiftly got to work.
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