Chapter 1 A Clash of Gods' Fury

In this night of lightning and thunder, with torrential rain pouring down, the northernmost region of the Bossem Demon Realm seemed to have become the arena of divine wrath.

Meeting Pearlman, Eiteo took a deep breath, gathering all her demonic power.

In an instant, a bone-chilling current surged across the ground, bringing winter to this summer night, and even the rain began to turn into hail.

Wherever the demonic power swept, the ground instantly solidified into a thick layer of frost, and ice pillars rose from the ground, connecting with the lightning to trap Pearlman within.

Pearlman didn't dodge or evade, and with a wave of his hand, an invisible psychic barrier met the ice pillars.

The two energies collided abruptly in the air, erupting in a deafening roar.

Ice crystals scattered, and psychic power dissipated, but Pearlman remained unmoving.

"Not bad, you've improved a lot."

A hint of a smile appeared on Pearlman's lips, and his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

"But if you want to fight me, you'd better call your teacher."

The next second, he appeared behind Eiteo, lightly striking her back with his staff.

Eiteo reacted quickly, barely avoiding the fatal blow.

But the next wave of attacks had already arrived. Pearlman's psychic power was like a storm, coming from all directions, causing the ground to crack and sink.

Eiteo remained vigilant, doing her best to defend.

She knew that taking that blow just now would not leave her unscathed.

An enemy of Pearlman's level could only be confronted by her teacher, Duke Mikaiah.

But now that her teacher was missing, it was up to her to protect the Bossem Demon Realm and the reputation of Ifatia.

Eiteo's demonic power manifested as delicate ice flowers that crystallized around her, forming an unbreakable ice crystal shield, blocking Pearlman's psychic power. At the same time, shadows swirled, slowing down Lord Pearlman's movements, starting from his feet.

This shield wouldn't last long.

Cracks gradually appeared in the ice flowers, and they swayed precariously under the onslaught of psychic power.

Eiteo was clearly struggling to hold on.

Pearlman's expression remained unchanged, and his psychic power instantly increased several times over.

The ice crystal shield shattered with a bang, and Eiteo staggered, almost falling to her knees, but still doing her best to maintain her stance.

"I didn't expect that I would have to give you the last lesson in Mikaiah's place."

Pearlman attacked again.

This time, the psychic power turned into an invisible blade, aimed directly at Eiteo's throat.

"Pearlman, I once respected you, but now you are not worthy to call yourself a teacher!"

Eiteo had no choice but to face Pearlman head-on and fight to the finish.

All the demonic power in her body gathered in front of her. In an instant, an ice-blue light, like exploding fireworks, formed countless sharp lightning blades around her, which shot towards Pearlman like a storm.

Psychic power gathered around him to form an invisible shield wall, blocking the attack again.

Taking advantage of this gap, with a loud crash, a black meteor-like figure fell between them, smashing the ground into a deep pit with spiderweb cracks.

Nigel had already drawn his sword, turning into a black shadow and slashing down at Pearlman!

"Thanks for the help!"

Eiteo took the opportunity to retreat, readjust her stance, and re-gather her magic power.

Nigel's attributes weren't that important, because he was proficient in the basics, strengthening his normal attacks. Generally, these warriors would bring functional cards, possibly choosing magic cards that regenerate or strengthen attributes based on their own conditions, and possibly changing elemental attributes at specific times.

In magical combat, he was the best front-line defense.

"Nigel, aren't you rushing back to the South Bank to help Duke Tiffany?"

Pearlman raised his hand in surprise, steadying Nigel's blade as if using the force to lightly leap back.

Logically speaking, Nigel should have rushed to Duke Tiffany as quickly as possible in order to delay the speed at which Beelzebub on the South Bank obtained the three secret key crystals and controlled the city defense barrier.

Although Nigel wouldn't be able to fight the eighth-order demon Beelzebub even if he returned to the South Bank with the city defense barrier overloaded, helping Eiteo here would only slow down Eiteo's defeat.

Nigel didn't answer, but tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword.

Facing Eiteo and Nigel, who were doing their best, Pearlman stood spotless, once again holding his staff behind his back.

He was standing in front of an open-air giant screen in a broken square, and the scene behind him still showed the hellish Perieu South Bank.

The battle on the North Bank of the Demon Realm had reached an earth-shattering level, and the situation on the South Bank was no better.

Giant screens scattered throughout the buildings were still operating conscientiously, broadcasting real-time images of South Bank buildings collapsing like houses of cards, with crowds of people running and crying everywhere.

But Pearlman had no pity.

He just felt that those humans deserved it.

"Look, this is the end of the old era, karma, the cycle of fate."

Pearlman's tone was cold.

"And I, Pearlman, will lead the City of Flowers, the Kingdom of Bossem, into a new era."

His voice was like a magic spell, echoing in the Bossem Demon Realm.

Many demons hiding in the distance for refuge showed reverence and gradually began to be conquered by Pearlman's power.

The aftermath of the battle continued.

From time to time, the giant screen of the Bossem Demon Realm would be distorted and shake due to the shock wave, and static would begin to appear.

Finally, the giant screen behind Pearlman turned into dust in the thunder, and then another giant screen disintegrated during the cut. In just a few seconds, the images and sounds in several places were interrupted, and the tragic situation on the South Bank disappeared, leaving only a dead silence of electric snowflakes.

District 4, North Bank of Pariu.

The Count Baptiste's mansion.

This old mansion, decades old, had already turned on the lights in the rainy night, and the sounds of doors breaking, screams, and the clatter of broken utensils continued.

Not long ago, all the demon servants in the mansion began to riot.

The family, who were about to be in danger, suddenly heard several loud noises, and all the maids were knocked unconscious and subdued on the ground by a scarlet figure.

"Well done! Inoan!"

Christina jumped up and cheered in her pajamas.

If it weren't for the fact that their family still had Inoan, the strongest human maid, and Inoan had sensed the danger at the first moment, even with the ancestral enchantment in the mansion, they would have been in danger because of the sixth-order berserk demon maids.

Soon, Inoan locked these maids with magic-forbidden steel chains and sealed them in the basement where the enchantment had been set up.

She wiped the sweat from her brow and walked out of the basement.

"I told you that you are stronger than Rocky! He can't do one punch at a time like you!"

As soon as she came out, she was hugged by Christina.

"Miss, now is not the time to be happy."

Inoan was restrained by Christina's soft arms, her expression became a little unnatural, but she seemed unable to push Christina away, and could only turn her eyes away and say to Christina.

She was also fighting according to what Rocky had taught her—

She was probably a magic warrior proficient in magic.

Moreover, she could use a kind of fine magic to control the zero-order and first-order berserk demon civilians near the Count Baptiste's family to leave.

Just by using it, she vaguely felt that this magic was her own creation, called the Great Puppet Theater, but she couldn't figure out what kind of mood she had created such a magic in, and what it was used for before.

Although she found herself so strong that she could protect Christina, Inoan felt a little happy in her heart, but she couldn't relax at the moment.

Finally.

"I'll go guard the door."

Inoan pushed Christina away and walked away steadily.

"Sister Christina!"

The three little ones of the count's family surrounded their sister, crying and shaking.

"It's okay, everything will be fine when it dawns."

Christina squatted down and hugged them, comforting them and telling them not to disturb their father and brothers who were trying to communicate with the outside world.

The members of the Count's family had all gathered in the living room, but they still seemed a little frightened.

They didn't know why the Flower City had suddenly suffered a catastrophe, and all the contracted demons had begun to go berserk.

Now outside, the nightmare of berserk, cursed demons wreaking havoc on the north and south banks of the Flower City of Pariu spread, and the church bells rang throughout Pariu, announcing the arrival of an emergency city defense state.

Living room.

"Where's Rocky?"

Count Baptiste sat on the sofa and looked at Kyle anxiously.

"I can't contact him either."

Kyle shook his head while holding the communication magic device, his expression solemn.

At this time, the person who made them feel the most secure was their butler.

Not because of his strength, but because he made people feel at ease when he was around.

Fortunately, even if the butler was not there, Inoan was still there.

They hadn't realized how strong the maid that Butler Rocky and Christina had suddenly brought back that day was.

It wasn't until today that they discovered that this maid seemed to be really at the seventh level.

She had no combat skills, and only relied on her physical fitness and the unfamiliar magic to completely subdue several berserk maids, including even a sixth-order berserk maid.

Ordinary sixth-order demons would not be able to fight against this kind of same-level berserk demon at all.

"No matter what, I hope Rocky can stay safe no matter where he is."

Count Baptiste looked out the window and prayed.

At this moment, the situation outside the Count Baptiste's mansion was even worse.

The North Bank was only swept by the disaster, while the South Bank was almost completely lost.

The dark tide was still surging, and mutated demons surged like a tide. The torrential rain washed away the blood on the ground, and the lightning illuminated distorted and ferocious faces.

Members of the Templar Knights, wearing silver armor, came out one after another, holding silver long swords and cross shields, rushing in the rain to escort the wounded.

Priests in white robes gathered in front of the church, chanting hymns loudly, using divine magic to dispel the corrupt miasma, fully constructing enchantments to fight against the advancing berserk demons and heal the injured citizens.

The executioner troops in black body-hugging military uniforms emerged from the dark alleys of the city. Sharp swords shone with cold light in the rain, shuttling like ghosts, using superb skills to kill berserk demons. The Pariu Police Department had also fully mobilized and set up emergency checkpoints in various districts, doing their best to evacuate innocent citizens. Police officers in uniforms held riot shields and long batons, desperately blocking the berserk mutated demons who slipped through the executioners' hands on the front line.

Under their guidance, the panicked crowds flocked to relatively safe shelters such as churches and police stations.

Cries, shouts for help, and prayers converged into one piece and surged into the night sky.

On a rainy day, the transmission of sound is particularly clear.

Even the sounds a few kilometers away could echo in their ears.

At this moment, the citizens on the South Bank did not receive much official information, and it seemed that most news channels were almost paralyzed.

Only the channels in districts 7 to 10 of the North Bank were still operating normally.

In the pictures they could see through the magic projection, an eighth-order decisive battle seemed to be taking place in district 10 of the North Bank of the Bossem Demon Realm.

In the Bossem Demon Realm, even though the earth was constantly trembling, there were still some desperate demon reporters who insisted on filming on the front line.

They used the latest equipment to capture this unprecedented battle, dimly and vaguely through layers of obstacles.

The camera was constantly shaking, making buzzing noises from time to time, accompanied by blurred malfunction stutters, and would even turn black and roll a few times.

If they were too close to the center of the battlefield, they might be swept into it by two humanoid natural disasters at any time.

At the limit distance, they could only occasionally capture some blurry pictures.

"The battle situation in the North Bank of the Demon Realm is constantly escalating!"

A demon reporter with a gray face and trembling voice said faster and faster,

"Pariu Broadcasting Company will bring you the latest reports until the last moment of our lives..."

Before the female reporter could finish her words, a loud noise suddenly came from behind her.

Immediately afterwards, the camera equipment shook violently, and the entire picture was interrupted. The sound of glass breaking could be vaguely heard.

A few seconds later, the picture stabilized again.

But surprisingly, the demon reporter was still alive.

"I'm sorry for the interruption just now. It seems that the scope of the battle has affected my location. I need to continue to distance myself!"

She ran in the picture,

"But no matter what happens, we will persevere to the last moment to bring you the most timely and authentic reports..."

In this way, the number of channels still broadcasting the battlefield situation between life and death became fewer and fewer.

There were always recorded perspectives that could see the battle situation on the North Bank, and rear channels were constantly rebroadcasting fragmented pictures.

In the distant South Bank, countless eyes were witnessing all this through projection equipment.

People held their breath and were moved by the bravery of the ninth district demon lord, Eiteo, and the executioner Nigel, and were indignant at the turmoil caused by the tenth district lord, Pearlman. More than that, they felt fear.

Because it would probably be too late to wait for the assassin general in South Aquitaine to return.

Now they could only hope that they could create a miracle and defeat Pearlman.

Southern Pariu.

In the torrential rain washing the South Bank.

A gray-cloaked figure stepped on the blood-stained ground, and then disappeared.

He first went to the Tiffany Duke's residence where the executioner was not present.

However, after breaking the enchantment that shielded detection, he did not waste a second breaking the deeper eighth-order protective enchantment, and set off for the next duke's location.

"Pearlman, the key crystal of Duke Tiffany is not inside the enchantment of the mansion. This woman looks like she is ready to die, and my search magic cannot find the location of the key crystal."

He contacted Pearlman, who was in district 10, the northernmost part of the Flower City of Pariu, using encrypted communication magic, and said.

Beelzebub ended the communication after speaking.

He believed that Pearlman would understand what he meant without him explaining further.

If Duke Tiffany did not put this kind of key in the eighth-order enchantment, she would definitely entrust it to a trusted powerhouse.

And the only one she could trust unconditionally was the executioner to whom she entrusted her life.

At the same time, on the other side.

District 10, Bossem Demon Realm.

The night sky was gloomy, the dark clouds rolled, and from time to time it was torn by ice-blue lightning.

Pearlman gently touched his ear, seeming to receive some communication.

Eiteo's unique magic power made it indistinguishable whether it was the natural thunder of this rainy night or her magic. When it hit the target, it would instantly freeze everything around it, spreading a layer of electric cocoons, and then explode into thousands of ice shards.

Countering it was Pearlman's invisible psychic power.

Sometimes it would become a vacuum zone the size of a fist in the rain, whistling out faster than the speed of sight. Wherever it went, the steel bars would melt and the rocks would evaporate, all distorted into swirls.

"Boom!"

Another psychic power hit the Bossem Demon Realm Memorial Building. In an instant, this iconic building of the Flower City melted and deformed like a candle, and finally collapsed with a bang.

The deafening roar resounded throughout the Bossem Demon Realm, and the earth shook and the mountains swayed.

Eiteo understood that if she didn't do her best to unleash her strongest magic, she might not even be able to make Pearlman take her seriously.

Having made up her mind, Eiteo took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

In an instant, the temperature in the Bossem Demon Realm dropped sharply.

First, there was a howling wind, mixed with hail. Then, the torrential rain in the dark night sky began to turn into falling snowflakes.

Soon, large swathes of snowflakes gathered into a blizzard, and the entire district 10 of the Bossem Demon Realm was swept into this unprecedented cold wave.

Eiteo herself specialized in lightning and ice. Since she was a dual-element, it was easy to restrain elemental enemies, but it was not easy to fight against Pearlman, who was purely control-type.

Now she could only pour out damage and drain each other's magic power.

Eiteo suddenly opened her eyes.

Her pupils had completely turned ice-blue, like two cold stars.

Thousands of ice crystals crystallized behind Eiteo, and then shot towards Pearlman like steel needles in a rainstorm.

Each of these ice crystals was like a bomb.

However, facing this terrifying ice rain, Pearlman was not flustered at all.

Eiteo slowly raised her hands. The next moment, all the raindrops and snowflakes stopped moving in mid-air.

As if a freeze spell had been cast, the howling wind stopped abruptly, and countless ice-blue beams streaked across the sky, accurately hitting Pearlman's body.

Pearlman smiled easily, and the psychic power around him instantly expanded, turning into an invisible energy sphere to wrap him in it.

The moment the ice crystal rain hit the energy shield, it was like hitting an invisible wall, shattering one after another and turning into a sky full of electric light, dissolving on the spot.

"Eiteo, although you are indeed at the eighth level, you are still too weak."

Pearlman's voice came out through the energy shield, like the murmur of a god.

Before he finished speaking, Pearlman raised his staff.

The energy shield around him suddenly contracted, and then flowed towards Eiteo at an unobservable speed.

Eiteo started weaving an ice crystal shield at the first moment, but the condensation speed was far less than Pearlman's defensive counterattack.

At the critical moment, a black figure flashed in front of Eiteo.

Nigel crossed his swords, and a dark crimson shadow rose from the blades.

He actually used his flesh and blood to forcibly block the fatal blow.

He had a high resistance to psychic power, and could almost use swordsmanship to complete the control and neutralization.

Unfortunately, even Nigel could not completely neutralize this terrible power.

There was a loud noise of metal clashing, and he himself was blown away by the aftermath of psychic power, and slammed **** into a wall a hundred meters away, with a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

In an instant.

Pearlman seized the opportunity and transformed into a cyan afterimage, instantly appearing in front of Nigel.

He stretched out his right hand, his fingers like hooks, and grabbed Nigel's neck in the ruins, lifting him into the air.

"Nigel, I am sincerely pleased to see your firm will."

Pearlman smiled sadly, gradually increasing the strength of his hand.

"Unfortunately, firmness is sometimes a kind of stupidity."

"Nigel!"

Eiteo wanted to rush up to rescue him, but found that her feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, and the speed of her steps was getting slower and slower.

It was the combination of Pearlman's psychic power and spiritual power. This demon, who had lived for hundreds of years, could actually control two completely different attributes of power at the same time and perfectly interweave them.

Pearlman looked at Eiteo, a smile flashing in his eyes, as if inviting her to wait a moment while he dealt with the Quellston family affairs.

He slowly tightened his fingers, staring at Nigel's face whose expression was gradually distorted due to suffocation.

Although his own power was not as strong as that of a demon warrior, psychic power magic, also known as power magic, could be used as a great force.

"Nigel, take out Duke Tiffany's secret key."

Pearlman looked at Nigel and sighed.

He didn't expect that Duke Tiffany would be so sincere to Nigel.

However, Pearlman could guess the reason. Nigel might not remember it, but when this generation of Duke Tiffany was still a little girl, the teenage Nigel saved her once. Perhaps since then, Duke Tiffany had remembered this demon.

"Do you think I would carry it with me to fight you?"

Nigel gave a slight and weak laugh, with an expression that was not afraid of death.

"Oh?"

Pearlman frowned slightly.

In district 10 of Bossem, in a vehicle parked behind a distant building, Ranchi held the steering wheel with both hands, listening to the sounds from the center of the battlefield from the half-open window.

Ranchi, who was eavesdropping with Thalia's hearing enhancement magic, probably understood what the crystal key Nigel had given him before coming to the Demon Realm was.

Then he took out a crystal key pendant and looked at it in his palm.

It turned out that Duke Tiffany's last key was now in his hands.

And Nigel's meaning in giving him this key was that if the worst happened, he would ask him to run away with this key, not to care about his life or death, and he must not let this key fall into the hands of the enemy.

"Tata, what do you think?"

Ranchi asked Thalia.

According to Thalia's thoughts that he was reading at the moment, the most stable strategy should be to leave the Flower City of Pariu with the key, whether it was going south all the way to find the eighth-order assassin general of the Bossem Kingdom, or trying his best to return to the Hutton Kingdom for help.

But once the Cretea Empire launched a war during this period, they might lose everything.

Moreover, as long as the turmoil could not be quelled tonight, the casualties in the Flower City were unpredictable.

"I don't know..."

Thalia's mind was restless and obviously struggling.

If it had been in the past, she would have chosen to retreat.

But now she could not let the enemy ruin her sister's reputation, nor could she watch Countess Rosalinda, a rare friend she had made, fall into danger.

Her way of thinking was becoming more and more like that of a human being, and her weaknesses were also increasing.

"Ranchi, is there any way you can help me?"

Thalia could only seek Ranchi's help.

When she felt that there was no way, this guy was always synonymous with miracles.

Let's just say she was making a wish, she hoped that Ranchi could help her protect her sister's reputation and protect her friends in the Flower City.

"If I let you go and fight Pearlman, can you win?"

Ranchi conveyed his thoughts to her.

"I can win, but I can't take him down in three minutes."

Thalia replied confidently with her thoughts.

In her normal state, the great demons would have a special attack on ordinary demons.

Now that she was in the demon king state, her special attack on demons was even higher.

So even if she was a little weaker than Pearlman himself, considering Ranchi and her nine-seal demon king special attack, she would definitely be able to defeat Pearlman.

But the problem now was the insufficient supply.

Her fighting style was control and counterattack. Compared with Sinora, who was able to quickly determine the outcome with a frontal strong attack, she was better at exhausting her enemies.

"And this is on the premise that he has no other means. Looking at Eiteo's full-strength battle, she didn't even make Pearlman use his real skills seriously."

Thalia added another sentence.

This was what made her the most uneasy.

Pearlman, who had been developing smoothly in the Bossem Kingdom for a hundred years, even Thalia could not guess what kind of trump cards the head of this independent branch of the demon clan would have.

"Tata, if I trick his ultimate move out first, would you dare to fight him?"

Ranchi asked seriously.

"What way do you have to trick his ultimate move? How much mana will it consume?"

Thalia pondered in confusion.

"It doesn't consume mana."

Ranchi replied.

Thalia didn't understand. What way could Ranchi use to trick the ultimate move out empty-handed.

"Although it's still difficult to win him in three minutes, it's possible to try. Do you have any other trump cards?"

She replied.

Ranchi nodded and took the initiative to summon Thalia.

Thalia sat aside, looking at him in astonishment.

She didn't understand why Ranchi wanted to summon her before the war and waste her mana in vain.

"You unbind all your magic cards first and replace them with the ones I gave you."

Ranchi handed a stack of magic cards to Thalia and told her.

Thalia took the cards Ranchi handed over and didn't understand why Ranchi suddenly wanted her to change cards, and where Ranchi got these high-level purple-pink cards from. Presumably they were probably from the Northern Continent.

There were even quite a few eighth-order cards among them.

But letting her replace magic cards that she wasn't familiar with before the battle, she thought it was a bad move.

"Next, you have to be of one mind with me. Only in this way can we win. Do you understand?"

Ranchi looked into Thalia's eyes and said to her.

They could make ten thousand mistakes in the card-making room, but they couldn't fail this time.

Even if he felt from the bottom of his heart that betting everything on Thalia was the riskiest act, he would still choose Thalia without hesitation this time.

Because if they wanted to achieve a perfect ending, this was the only solution. They had to defeat Pearlman today.

"Okay."

Thalia was slightly dazed.

She didn't know what Ranchi's trust was all about, and it even made her a little unconfident.

But facing Ranchi's burning emerald eyes, her eyes gradually focused.

Only that sincere heart, half-false, was unreservedly transmitted to her heart.

Unprecedentedly, she felt that her soul being connected with this man was not a bad thing.

She nodded seriously.

"We will definitely win."

She guaranteed.

Center of the District 10 battlefield.

Just as Eiteo broke free from her restraints and rushed to rescue Nigel.

The captured Nigel used his last strength to take out a dagger from his side and stab Pearlman.

His movements were swift and powerful, and the air through which the blade passed was carrying a burning temperature.

He unfolded a sloping section of the entire rain curtain!

Until Pearlman's magic-enhanced staff was knocked away.

"Nigel, what a pity."

Pearlman's fingertips grabbed Nigel's blade.

Faced with such an offensive, Pearlman was not flustered at all, and didn't even blink his eyes.

As he waved his hand away, Nigel's last weapon also fell to the ground.

"It seems that after losing my daughter, I will have to lose another son."

Pearlman's tone seemed as if this life-and-death struggle was just a joke.

No matter how hard Nigel tried, Pearlman still accompanied him to play the game as he had done many years ago. At this moment, they were also like father and son, but they were father and son saying goodbye.

A flash of farewell light flashed in his eyes, and he reached into his arms and took out a fingernail-sized piece of dark black crystal.

The incomplete black piece exuded a strange ghostly light, and the surface was flowing with curse energy.

Nigel's eyes widened, because he had already recognized this crystal. It had the same source as the resentment that cursed Palroni, and had traces of artificial modification!

It might be a fragment of Palroni's Grimoire of Resentment, which Pearlman and the Curse Distributor stole from the researchers in the research institute so that they could analyze the curse magic and directly apply it to other demons.

And the reason why the Curse Distributor could have the identity of a researcher who infiltrated the research institute tonight was that they had already investigated and controlled an important researcher, interrogated the information, swapped him out, and seized his identity.

When Nigel came back to his senses, a sharp pain had already come from his chest.

Looking down, Pearlman did not kill this thick-skinned warrior, but pierced the black crystal into his chest!

"Pearlman, you...you actually..."

Eiteo, who was about to save Nigel, suddenly stopped, looking in disbelief at Pearlman, who had attacked Nigel.

"Aaaah!!"

Nigel roared in pain, and his whole body trembled violently.

A black stream of air gushed out from the place where the crystal was inserted, spreading on his skin and winding around his whole body like a poisonous snake.

The whites of his eyes began to turn grayish-black rapidly, and his pupils gradually lost their luster, becoming empty and blood-red.

Nigel's fingers and toes gradually elongated and turned into sharp claws. In the blink of an eye, Nigel had completely lost his human-like characteristics and turned into a berserk, cursed demon with grayish-black skin all over his body.

Nigel, who was directly affected by the Grimoire of Palroni's Resentment, was even more severely berserk than other cursed demons, making the aura on his body directly reach the most dangerous level of the seventh level.

What was even more terrifying was that there was no longer a trace of hidden gentle light in the eyes of this berserk demon, only a bloodthirsty red light.

Berserk Nigel let out a earth-shattering low roar, and the sound waves set off a gust of wind, making Eiteo feel palpitation.

Pearlman nodded in satisfaction.

"Okay, my proud child, Nigel, go to the humans and avenge your sister."

He looked at Berserk Nigel, his tone gentle, as if he were calling a well-behaved servant.

"Go, tear apart the demon who wants to protect humans, and let me see your love for your sister."

Berserk Nigel did not say anything, but the red light in his eyes became more intense.

"Kill...kill..."

He locked his eyes on Eiteo not far away, and his body gradually lowered, posing in the standard posture before hunting.

"No, Nigel, wake up. You are more determined than anyone! You can't fall at this time!"

Eiteo couldn't believe that the ferocious demon in front of her was the close friend who had been fighting side by side with her the second before. She shouted at him.

Since Berserk Nigel could be controlled by Pearlman, it meant that Nigel's berserk state was different from that of ordinary cursed demons. It might be a special berserk state that had been improved and researched with Palroni's Grimoire of Resentment fragments!

"No...stop me..."

Berserk Nigel seemed to have a severe headache, covered his head and struggled for a moment. Two seconds later, he let out another mournful roar, and his body pounced towards Eiteo like a cannonball, his sharp claws heading straight for her throat.

Eiteo, who was about to start a two-on-one fight, felt an unprecedented despair.

She had tried her best, but still couldn't shake Pearlman's power in the slightest.

Previously, Eiteo felt that she could barely fight against Pearlman with Nigel's help, but now she would have to spend a lot of effort to deal with just one Berserk Nigel.

Even Nigel had become her great enemy, and the situation had reached an irreversible point.

At this desperate moment, Eiteo could only think of praying.

Pray to the gods, and even to the demon ancestors, pray that someone could come and stop this overly powerful enemy!

Ice-blue lightning bolts burst out from her body, turning into a cage to bind the berserk Nigel.

However, Pearlman did not stand idly by.

He had wanted to kill Eiteo sooner.

Since Duke Tiffany's city defense secret key was not on Nigel, it must have been entrusted to someone else by Nigel.

Perhaps, Pearlman could guess who it was on.

It was none other than Rocky McCarthy, whom Nigel had brought to the banquet.

Listening to what Beelzebub had said when he was spreading the curse in the Bossem Demon Realm some time ago, Rocky McCarthy was the one who could lift the curse, or rather, the plan that Beelzebub had set up in District 7 of the Bossem Demon Realm that day was to find the mysterious being who could help Nigel lift the curse. However, in the end, he was not sure whether he could kill both of them at the same time without letting either of them run back to Pariu, so he chose to be cautious and did not show up.

Presumably, Nigel trusted Rocky quite a bit, so he brought him here and entrusted the secret key to Rocky.

Pearlman controlled the invisible psychic power, fatally restricting Eiteo's movements with every step.

Under this double pressure, Eiteo felt that she was about to suffer a fatal injury and lose at any time.

Suddenly, a sharp pain came from her brain, her face became paler, and her breathing became rapid and heavy.

Before Eiteo could defend against Pearlman's mental attack, the lightning cage she had set up to restrict Berserk Nigel was dispelled by Pearlman's psychic power. She had just blocked Nigel's claws.

"It's over."

Pearlman said softly.

He raised his staff, and the invisible psychic power, like a heavy sword, was about to completely penetrate Eiteo's body.

The suffering citizens of the Flower City South Bank, who were also praying for dawn, were listening to the terrifying screams spreading in their ears and watching the battlefield pictures taken remotely by demon reporters. The rapid turn of events made them tremble even more.

Once Eiteo was defeated, everything would be over!

They couldn't imagine what kind of slaughter and disaster Pearlman, who was like a demon god, would bring once he came to the South Bank!

Even though they were desperately magnifying and zooming in on the blurry and shaking pictures, Eiteo still seemed like a small dot in the torrential storm.

Just when Eiteo felt that she was unable to resist Pearlman's terrifying magic power.

An invisible arrow suddenly fell from the sky.

Dispelling the rain, it lightly landed beside Eiteo like a stream of emerald air.

A dazzling divine aura burst out from the arrow, like the first ray of dawn, illuminating the dim battlefield!

Surging wind suddenly burst out from where the arrow landed, like a awakened beast, roaring and sweeping across the entire battlefield.

It wasn't an ordinary stream of air, but an ancient divine force!

Wherever it went, the air became fresh and full of life.

What was even more amazing was that the light was like the rising sun at dawn, illuminating the torrential rain in the dark night.

It was pure and brilliant, and ordinary creatures who witnessed this light would involuntarily feel the urge to worship!

As the arrow fell, the wind and light were woven into an airtight barrier, firmly protecting Eiteo within it.

The barrier was like crystal, light and ethereal, constantly flickering with faint light.

What was even more miraculous was that when the torrential rain hit this barrier, the raindrops could not fall on Eiteo at all.

Even Pearlman's killing blow seemed to hit an invisible high wall, causing the surrounding rainwater to scatter, splashing layers of ripples on the surface of the barrier, and it could not shake this layer of defense.

In front of this barrier woven with wind and light, any force seemed incredibly small, and not even a ripple would be stirred up. The barrier stood firm and could never be shaken.

This kind of defense could only make Pearlman and Eiteo think of "absolute immunity."

Pearlman's face instantly darkened.

Even without looking in the direction of the Wind Arrow, as an experienced eighth-order powerhouse, he knew what the divine aura symbolized and who the holder was.

He slowly raised his head and looked towards the distant sky.

At the top of a skyscraper a thousand meters away, a figure stood out. The rain around him seemed to lock up the sky and earth, and the bright moon behind him seemed to be cut open by dark clouds.

The man wore a black priest's robe, with winding golden patterns drawn on it, like a