Demon Bible

Chapter 192: Heterogeneous Demons Are Hard to Kill!

In truth, Dong He had already provided the answer before the question even arose.

The moment Dong Luo was pierced by the shadows, Dong He chose not to abandon his spell. Instead, he continued to unleash his Sin-Burning Lightning Fire. This act revealed his deepest, most instinctual desire: he had to kill the Demon Warlock, no matter the cost.

This was Dong He's ultimate choice. He craved the achievement above all else. As long as he slew the Demon Warlock, the greatest glory of this battle would belong to him.

With such a feat, his ascension to the position of Bishop would be absolutely guaranteed.

Backed by a Bishop's authority, his path to continued success would be secure.

Seeing Dong He's ruthless decision, the previously solemn Demon Warlock could not help but smile beneath his Bone Mask. The man standing opposite him was a kindred spirit—a fellow disciple of absolute pragmatism who valued success above all else!

This meant that even if he murdered Dong He's grandfather today, as long as he managed to escape and advance to the Golden Rank, he could simply return later, extend a gesture of goodwill, and Dong He would pragmatically accept it.

Reality proved his philosophy right, time and time again.

As for the Sin-Burning Lightning Fire, the Demon Warlock wasn't worried in the slightest.

A faint ripple distorted the air, followed immediately by a massive surge of encroaching blackness. In an instant, both the raging lightning fire and the holy chains binding his body were shattered into nothingness.The unknown demon, who had refrained from interfering until now, finally made its move. And the moment it did, it displayed an overwhelming, crushing might.

Blood leaked from Dong He's eyes and nose as the severe backlash of his broken spell battered his mind.

Yet, what struck his spirit even harder was the sight of his grandfather, who had already breathed his last.

"Why did this happen?!!!" Dong He stood frozen, staring blankly at the tragic scene with a blood-streaked face.

He had chosen to sacrifice his own grandfather, so why... why had he still failed to kill the Demon Warlock?

However, before the Demon Warlock could revel in his triumph on the other side of the battlefield, a sharp sense of mortal peril washed over him. Wrapping himself in shadows, he instantly teleported to another location.

A split second later, a brilliant bolt of lightning crashed down from the heavens, striking the exact spot where he had just been standing.

The sheer density of holy power condensed within that lightning bolt sent a chilling shudder down the Demon Warlock's spine.

Divine Spell: Judgment Lightning.

Much like the Sin-Burning Lightning Fire, this was a divine art that amplified its destructive force based on the target's accumulated sins. If he had reacted even a fraction of a second slower, he would have undoubtedly been smote to ash.

This had been the true goal of the clerics who had cast their spells in unison earlier. Dong He's fire had merely been a diversion; this bolt of Judgment Lightning was their genuine trump card.

Unfortunately, those clerics had failed to predict that the Demon Warlock would break free from his bindings so quickly.

The release of the Judgment Lightning had been just a heartbeat too slow.

"Alright, the Precept Art has been dispelled. Let's..." The Demon Warlock had no desire to drag this fight out any longer. If they kept tangling with these forces, the Church would only send more reinforcements.

Rhine might actually show up if they delayed any further.

Although he had never clashed with Rhine directly, the Demon Warlock vaguely sensed that the Bishop would not be an easy opponent to dispatch.

But halfway through his sentence, the Demon Warlock froze.

The situation unfolding on the opposite side finally caught his eye.

His butler, the man who had followed him for his entire life, lay cast aside as a charred corpse. Half of his skull had been blown off and lay a short distance away. He was dead beyond any doubt.

The butler was ten years his senior. For as long as he could remember, the man had always been there to serve him.

With the butler around, he never had to worry about external affairs; he only needed to focus on executing his plans step by step.

Compared to the other members of his own bloodline, the butler felt much more like true family.

That was precisely why, out of so many potential candidates, he had exclusively chosen to transform the butler into a demon.

Because he trusted him implicitly.

And yet, here he lay, dead.

Standing within the veil of shadows and staring down at the lifeless body of his loyal servant, the thrill of his escape mysteriously dissolved.

"Ahriman," the Demon Warlock called out, forcing himself to stay calm, though a faint tremor betrayed his voice. The previously unmoving, enigmatic demon turned its head to look at him, a flicker of amused delight surfacing on its otherwise apathetic face.

"Kill them for me, and I'll give you another tenth of the Sin Souls."

"Deal," the demon known as Ahriman spoke for the first time. Its voice was perfectly androgynous.

It was far from unpleasant. On the contrary, Ahriman's tone carried an indescribable sense of comfort, smooth and permeating like a gentle, flowing stream.

Every single cleric present immediately grew tense and grave.

This demon named Ahriman had altered the entire flow of the battle with just a single, brief intervention.

Moreover, judging by the Demon Warlock's attitude, it was glaringly obvious that Ahriman was fundamentally different from other fiends.

While the other creatures were merely the Warlock's subordinates, Ahriman was clearly acting as an equal partner.

The Demon Warlock even had to use these so-called Sin Souls just to convince it to attack.

Though they weren't entirely sure what Sin Souls were, it was painfully clear that things were about to get incredibly troublesome.

The captain of the Fifth Squad instantly sensed impending doom.

The very next moment, a speck of pure white flame ignited, expanding into a blazing ring that formed a protective shield around the Fifth Squad's captain, halting the sudden, silent ambush of Ahriman.

The Interim Director of the Redemption Department, Isabella, had arrived to provide backup!

Witnessing this, the clerics broke out in a cold sweat. Ahriman's speed was simply too terrifying.

In the mere blink of an eye, the demon had materialized right beside the Fifth Squad's captain.

At such blinding velocity, if it had targeted any of them, they would have been entirely unable to react.

Isabella hadn't relied on raw reaction speed either; she had anticipated the strike. Her acute perception allowed her to accurately gauge exactly where the Demon Warlock was directing his murderous intent.

That was why she had preemptively cast Holy Fire.

Isabella's heart was hammering against her ribs. Ahriman was overwhelmingly dangerous.

Through her unique abilities, she could sense the emotions it didn't even bother to conceal: the Holy Fire could hardly harm it. The only reason Ahriman had retreated from the flames was simply that it didn't want its elegant garments to be scorched.

The creature exuded an absolute, unnerving composure.

Ahriman casually flicked a finger, sending a sharp, concussive wave tearing through the air. However, a resounding clang echoed as it struck the blazing barrier surrounding the Fifth Squad's captain.

Divine Spell: Divine Intervention!

A glowing magic array materialized, perfectly parrying the shockwave, while the Holy Fire rapidly surged outward along the trajectory of the attack.

A flicker of surprise flashed through Ahriman's eyes.

Isabella's Attribute Value wasn't particularly high, but her sheer proficiency in spellcasting genuinely piqued the demon's interest.

A moment later, however, a glint of caution replaced its curiosity.

The demon abruptly threw itself backward.

A hiltless narrow sword shot through the air, embedding itself directly into the spot Ahriman had just occupied. The hastily carved Holy Script on the blade radiated an intense, lethal hostility toward all evil.

Ahriman glanced sideways, spotting an old man standing a short distance away. He held seven more of these hiltless narrow swords clamped firmly between his fingers.

The Seventh Brigade—the Arbitration Squad Archives Keeper—had arrived to provide backup.

The old man cast a quick glance at Morkania, who stood safely near the Fifth Squad's captain, entirely bypassed by Isabella's Holy Fire. Once he confirmed that this promising seed of the Judgment Squad was unharmed, he locked his piercing gaze onto Ahriman and let out a heavy sigh.

"These mongrel Heterogeneous Demons... they really are hard to kill!"