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Chapter 261 261
In his bed, Marquis Mart Sevec's reddish hair turned blood-red, and the energy surrounding him was ominous, yet it did not harm Emy in the slightest.
In a private garden built for little Persec, there were withered plants in clay pots, and on top of the withered plants were several dark red locusts.
Little Persec was sitting on the withered grass; his mother, the beautiful demon woman, watched him as she sat on a white bench.
Little Persec began to clap and laugh in a way that was both endearing and sinister, given the surroundings of the little demon.
Locusts swarmed all around, withering every plant in the garden, and then flew toward the baby demon and merged with him.
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"No, why?" a mother cried, holding her young son's severed head in one arm and his body in the other.
"Help, please, I don't want to die. AAHH!" A young man who had been delivering newspapers ran to get away from an imperial deputy commander, who eventually caught up to him and cut him in two. The young man's guts spilled out onto the pavement.
In that city, an Imperial sub-commander and four of his subordinates had awakened; they all burned their power sources to mercilessly wipe out the deformed and perverse demons surrounding them.
But what they perceived as demons were nothing more than ordinary people living in that city.
The deputy commander, who had previously been a warrior at the sixth spiritual core (intermediate level), reached the seventh spiritual core (initial level) by burning his core, thereby gaining enough power to kill hundreds of people with every passing minute.
In that city of the empire, there was only one military barracks, and the golden paladins withdrew after leaving behind some of the soldiers who had not awakened from their deep slumber; the soldiers who protected and commanded the barracks were not on the same level of power as the imperial deputy commander had attained by burning his spiritual core.
In the end, the soldiers in charge of the barracks were killed within minutes.
The death toll continued to rise, and the terrified civilians begged for mercy as they faced an unprecedented, disastrous, and terrifying situation.
The same was happening in other areas where there were no forces capable of quickly containing the soldiers who had just awakened from the deep sleep imposed by the demonic spell.
Just as everything seemed poised to descend into even greater chaos, hundreds upon hundreds of pillars of light shot down from the heavens, reducing every single imperial soldier—who had been wreaking havoc after awakening from their forced slumber—to ashes.
Such was the power of the mighty and enigmatic Emperor Richard Venrac, who did not hesitate to swiftly eliminate the threat, regardless of the cost.
For many powerful figures in the empire, after that display of power, there was not the slightest doubt about the immense power the Emperor wielded.
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"I have eliminated the soldiers who were causing chaos throughout nearly the entire empire; the only exception was the territory under the jurisdiction of the Temple of the 'Endless Sky.' Send the scattered paladins to those territories to contain the threats," ordered Emperor Venrac, a bead of sweat glistening on his forehead.
"As you command, Your Majesty," the Minister of State hurried to carry out the emperor's order.
But just before the minister left the Emperor's study, the Emperor said to him:
"Return immediately after carrying out my order. We will take the necessary measures to counter this disaster."
"Your Majesty's will is my will," the Minister of State said as he left the study.
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Unable to understand why the grayish gem in his hand was cracked, Mr. Gemini waved his staff so that his light energy would surround the dark red attack that surged forth after the prince swung his halberd.
Boom!
Mr. Gemini used his powers to move swiftly and dodge the ominous attack unleashed by the halberd.
Where the prince's attack struck, the earth rotted away, and the glowing halo could not restore it.
"Cursed Energy," murmured Mr. Gemini.
The power the prince was using was precisely the ominous power wielded by the powerful and feared Warlocks. A power that made no distinctions as it corroded and destroyed.
"You are a truly wicked being, young prince. You deserve death, and not even the Endless Heavens will bring comfort to your soul," said Mr. Geminis in a solemn tone, though there was a hint of contempt toward the prince.
"I don't need the comfort of your beliefs. I will kill you, and then I will kill your allies!" exclaimed Prince Absab in a voice filled with rage and hatred.
"I don't want to die"
"Help, please"
"Damn Empire"
"Prince, have you abandoned us?"
"AAAHHH, IT HURTS"
These and more whispers of hatred, resentment, betrayal, and more flooded the mind of Prince Absab, who was absorbing the cursed energy emanating from the battlefield where his father's soldiers were dying by the hundreds, by the thousands.
"Only when you use all the cursed energy will you dispel the sorrows contained in the whispers. Do not hesitate—use all the cursed thoughts of your allies, of your people, and defeat your enemy," a nearly ethereal female voice, sounding increasingly distant, urged Prince Absab on.
Prince Absab swung his halberd again, and another blast of cursed energy flew toward Mr. Geminis, who levitated in the air and blocked the attack with a powerful beam of light that shot from his staff.
Boom!
Prince Absab leaped toward Mr. Geminis, channeling the demonic energy within his body and ignoring his wounds, which were only just beginning to heal.
Seeing Prince Absab approaching, Mr. Gemini waved his staff again.
Prince Absab saw dozens of small orbs of light appear around him, which exploded, causing serious injuries to Prince Absab, who rolled on the ground and was then surrounded by more orbs of light, which exploded, causing some of the prince's limbs to shake in an almost unnatural way.
Prince Absab's blood pooled on the rotten ground beneath him; his body trembled, but he still did not let go of his halberd.