Demon Bible

Chapter 189: Grandfather, Save Me

The moment the Demon Warlock appeared, he shocked the entire battlefield.

Summoning-type spellcasters naturally possessed a greater capacity for group combat.

Through various methods, they could acquire external combat power equal to their own rank.

Of course, these spellcasters also faced inherent drawbacks. Because they had to shoulder the burden of maintaining their summons, the vast majority of their mental power was dedicated to sustaining those connections, leaving them with very few spells they could cast themselves.

That was unless the summoned entities could sustain their own existence without requiring the caster's oversight.

The Demon Warlock excelled precisely at this. Although demons indeed faced various forms of rejection upon entering the Material Plane, they were beings inherently skilled at establishing contracts and connections.

If necessary, the Demon Warlock could completely withdraw his mental power and stop sustaining the summons altogether.

The problem lay in the fact that the Demon Warlock's summons were demons. If he did not use his mental power to maintain the summoning relationship, he would have to establish and sign even more contracts and guarantees.

Therefore, Demon Warlocks rarely summoned demons of the same rank as themselves. Instead, they primarily relied on Lesser Demons and entities like Stone Golems crafted from those Lesser Demons.

At this moment, counting the Shadow Demon attached to him and the demonic butler, he commanded a total of five Iron-rank demons. This immediately created a massive deterrent.One had to understand that the Church in Tail Fin Town only possessed twenty Iron-rank individuals.

Even including retired clerics like Dong Luo, the total number of Iron-rank experts in the Tail Fin Town Church would not exceed thirty.

Yet the Demon Warlock was merely a single person.

"Bear witness, everyone. This is my power!" The Demon Warlock's arrogant voice resonated with his demonic aura, forming a surging black tide. Even the sun in the sky seemed to turn a shade of dark red in response.

The previously unified chanting of the holy chant was largely suppressed by this overwhelming force.

The holy chant's effect of resonating with the surrounding Power of Faith was completely severed.

Many priests suffered mental trauma as a direct result.

For a brief moment, the evil of the demons seemed to dominate the battlefield.

"You little brats from the Church are still too green to take me down."

"Have Rhine or that old ghost come instead." The Demon Warlock stood on the castle roof, looking down at all the clerics.

He simply did not view the people before him as a threat, not even the numerous Iron-rank Holy Knights and priests rushing over as reinforcements.

The reason he had always been so cautious and never proactively revealed a flaw was not out of fear of them, but rather out of fear of Rhine and the Golden-rank experts from Sky Spring City.

Before this, he had not even spared a glance for Nemus, who had risen to prominence over the past six months.

The Demon Warlock was exceptionally high-spirited. He had hidden in the shadows for far too long. Even when the Floating World Society he single-handedly supported and built was destroyed and assimilated, and the Golden Elixir he had been refining was seized and sealed, he never exposed himself to the Church's gaze.

Now that he was forced out into the open, it actually allowed him to vent the stifled frustration in his chest.

This brought him immense pleasure. The mental relaxation even made him feel that his upcoming advancement to the Golden-rank would be somewhat easier.

However, right at that moment, the demon of ambiguous gender from earlier shot him a fleeting glance.

A hint of displeasure seemed to flash in those eyes—displeasure that the black tide raised by the Demon Warlock had somewhat tainted the sun.

Noticing this, the Demon Warlock immediately stopped wildly flaunting his imposing aura.

Instead, he prepared to transform into a mass of shadows and depart.

Seeing this, Dong He had no intention of simply giving up.

The majority of the Iron-rank clerics had already gathered in support.

Furthermore, to guarantee success this time, he had brought along several trump cards.

This was the critical moment for his victory in the competition. He absolutely could not let the prime culprit before him escape.

His mental power flared, connecting with the Power of Faith that had been stirred up by the holy chant—Precept Art! Dong He abruptly dropped to one knee. Meanwhile, the Demon Warlock, who had been preparing to leave directly with the demonic butler, found himself suddenly locked in place by an invisible force, making movement difficult.

The Demon Warlock snapped his head back to glare at Dong He, the killing intent in his eyes surging madly.

He was a powerhouse, stronger than anyone present. The only reason he was retreating was merely to give face to the Church.

"A piece of trash who relies on family resources yet hasn't even touched the threshold of the peak limit dares to stand in my way?" At that moment, the Demon Warlock's malice almost materialized into a physical substance.

Subsequently, this mass of malice transformed into a roaring ghost face and lunged toward Dong He.

Curse Spell: Malicious Intent.

Mid-flight, the Demon Warlock pointed a finger. A Lesser Demon that had been coveting flesh and souls nearby instantly collapsed into a cloud of black smoke, merging directly into the screaming ghost face.

Demonic Affinity Spell: Demon Sacrifice.

By using a hidden trick left in advance, he used the Lesser Demon as a sacrifice to drastically amplify the power of his spell.

In a mere instant, Dong He felt the chilling aura of death.

His attribute value was barely over fifty.

However, the higher the attribute value, the greater the casting skill required to fully mobilize it.

For example, when some Iron-rank priests had an attribute value of twenty or thirty, casting a spell with a three-fold multiplier was not particularly difficult; they could achieve it with enough practice.

But once they reached a value of fifty, even when casting with full power, the multiplier might actually decrease instead of rising, making it incredibly hard to hit that three-fold multiplier.

This was not because they slacked off in practice or because their skills degraded, but rather because the more power they mobilized, the higher the demand for precise control.

Dong He was currently in a similar situation. Even casting with all his might, he could only achieve a two-fold multiplier, barely boosting his attack value to a little over a hundred—just enough to faintly injure an unguarded Golden-rank entity.

Yet the power value of this malicious intent curse spell had already exceeded two hundred.

It was already approaching the standard attack power of most Golden-rank beings!

Death rushed toward him in tandem with the rapidly approaching ghost face.

Dong He's mind trembled. He instinctively wanted to cast a spell for self-salvation, but he discovered that his intensely terrified mental power had spiraled slightly out of control, causing his casting speed to be far slower than usual.

"Grandfather, save me!" Dong He instinctively screamed.

In the next second, a heavily chipped longsword appeared before him.

"Sigh!" Beneath the heavy sigh was a pair of aged hands.

Breathing that sounded like a broken bellows echoed out, followed immediately by radiant white Holy Power surging into the blade.

The blade spun through the air, slicing directly into the ghost face.

Esoteric Breathing: Holy Sword Oath!

The ghost face was cleaved apart by the blade, mostly dissipating into nothingness. However, a small remnant of its force traveled down the blade and slammed into the body of Dong Luo, who stood firmly in front of Dong He.

Clearly, Dong Luo, worried about Dong He, had secretly tagged along for this operation, and at this critical juncture, he saved Dong He's life.

"As expected of a senior veteran." The Demon Warlock who launched the attack seemed to marvel at Dong Luo's formidable strength.

As a retired veteran, Dong Luo's attribute value was close to eighty. This was essentially the absolute limit for those who possessed some innate talent and lacked no resources.

"But how will you block this next strike?" Lurking behind the praise was an utterly ruthless killing intent.

The demonic butler had already materialized directly behind Dong He.