Chapter 725: [DESPARA (3)]

Bang!

Contrary to expectations, when the shock wave heavily impacted against the body of the Demon Prince of Lust. Metallic sounds erupted out as a tremble shook through it.

Despite being sent retreating back, not a single trace of injury was present on her body. Before her, a tremble had similarly shaken through the demon’s body. Nevertheless, instead of using his body to endure the impact head-on, he stomped his foot, causing exceedingly powerful Demonic Energy to erupt out.

Smashing head-on against the impact, a dull thump rang out as his body fluttered in retreat.

The two of them retreated a dozen meters back, before finally stabilizing themselves.

“You Excellency Asmodeus, are you really going to go against the Demon World?!”

Asmodeus snorted.

“I’m not going against the demon world or anything. I’m only here to protect my master! You might as well forget about hurting him when I’m here!”

She laughed lightly with curled lips.

The ripples from her gaze could shake one’s soul, and her smile could collapse walls. She was incredibly lovely…yet possessing deadly ambiance.

The demon gnashed his teeth in frustration. He then turned his gaze at Allen who was standing nonchalantly without care. He seems extremely calm, as his hair scattered down his tall and slender figure. His eyes were extremely quick-witted as he looked around.

Within the area, streaks of true crimson flames rose. They blazed with such ferocity that even the space around them seemed to distort, giving people a rather frightening feeling.

Booom!

Allen’s figure disappeared but not second later, an explosion occurred, blowing up a huge crater on the ground. He raised Rebellion, blocking a sword slashing towards him.

“All of you are going all out, huh…should I say, I’m honored?”

“Geh?!”

Baam!

Allen pushed back the demon angel and then his leg whipped towards the left side—

Booom! another demon appeared, this time though was a Fallen Angel with glossy black wings.

One, two, three, six, eight, twelve, thirteen, over twenty or thirty demons… that’s quite a lot… Allen smiled wryly as he jumped back. It seems like Mammon thinks highly of me…to even sent a large welcoming party like this. It's full of clowns~

“Demon Prince Dante! You are judged as a criminal to be eliminated by the Court! Accept your judgment!!”

“Demon Prince Dante DIEEEE!!”

“Kill him!!”

Many more demons rushed from everything direction.

They rushed towards Allen, chasing him relentlessly.

Allen snorted; his left hand reached out and clawed towards the distant fallen angel. As soon as the fallen angel’s shoulder and Allen’s left arm made contact, his entire body flew out without any resistance. Seeing Allen suddenly take action, the other fallen angels and demons was startled, and then, some immediately released miserable cries.

Even the high ranking demons were caught up in the crowd, leaving them overwhelmed with horror. Allen’s power burst out without mercy!

Like a ghost, he swung rebellion with a savage grin. Lightning and Flames both danced around him. Even chilly cold wind and icicles shot towards the chaos suffering demons. Allen was now starting to take the Knights of Hell seriously!

The demons and fallen angels simply had no chance to defend themselves. They weren’t able to catch sight of the blade and thus were stabbed straight through the throat and chest. Even the high ranking Demon Knights among the crowd could only defend themselves against a few strikes before Allen claimed their lives with his Rebellion and Magic attacks as well.

Whether they are demons or fallen angels, all of them are terrified. The strength of the Demon Prince Dante against them was far stronger than they were told. These Demon experts would no longer have the ability to harm Allen, and just touching his clothes would already be a difficult task.

Allen’s figure constantly flickered as he traveled in between demons and fallen angels almost as if he were creating doppelgangers of himself. As he paid attention to his surroundings, each strike toward his body was carefully predicted and dodged. While he was able to injure the enemies around him, his enemies weren’t able to do the same to him.

At this moment, under the heavy reeking of blood that pervaded the air, everyone seemed to have been captured by fear.

They felt as if they had been locked on as the targets of a lightning strike!

This is the true power of Dante, the Demon Prince that even Mammon was completely wary off?!

With a whooosh sound, a luxuriously dressed twenty or so years looking fallen angel flew outwards. His body was helplessly sucked towards Allen, and as he flew over fifty meters, he began to scream hysterically. Despite all of his struggling, he couldn’t escape the formless binding around him at all as he was pulled towards Allen as if there was an enormous hand holding him and pulling him!

All of the fighters here watched with dumbstruck expressions. They completely forgot to attack. However, even if they did think about doing such a thing, they still wouldn’t dare attack. This fallen angel was one of the Malebranche. He was also the one to state that if the Demon Prince didn’t know what’s right or wrong, he would be the one to cripple him in a meeting a while ago.

But now-

‘Explosion’ silently tore apart the air, forming a dark black cross in this dark world. The Fallen Angel had not yet stopped shouting, and his body was still struggling as he remained in midair for a full second. Then he abruptly split apart into four pieces that fell towards separate locations!

Blood poured down like rain onto Allen’s head. When the droplets of blood landed on his white satin-like hair, it continued to fall, not stopping in the slightest. Even a tiny stain of blood cannot be seen as the blood fell on the ground like oil, easily sliding through.

The blood formed a puddle under him, not the least bit staining his clothes. Then, when the night wind blew again, Allen’s snow-white hair gently swayed about, shining with silver light. It was as if a world of fantasy was being painted in this underworld.

Everyone felt like it was difficult to breathe, but no one dared to attack either. The bloody scene had already greatly intimidated everyone present.

Allen shot the crowd a cold look; “If you’re not coming, then I will…”

His body flickered and then disappeared.

Another bout of screams and cries resounded. Because the demons, monsters, and fallen angels continued to raise their numbers, coming out from every direction, intending to besieged Allen and Asmodeus using numbers as an advantage—even though dozen had already dropped on the ground, dead, it was still an insignificant number.

Even still, Allen’s eyes gleamed in bright red light—his attacks were incomparably sharp beyond anyone’s imagination.

In the midst of 40 or more enemies, Allen had already stabbed and killed almost half of them within the span of a few seconds, some of which were Malebranche and Knights of Hell.

Seeing how Allen didn’t even expend much energy after killing over half of their forces so quickly, the crowd felt an icy cold fear within their hearts. Hidden behind their stone-cold helmets were pale faces.

Indeed, this is a power only belonging to that of the Demon Prince Class!

Just like the saying goes, the body of a starved camel is still bigger than that of a living horse.…!

Who says that the Demon Prince Dante has become weak?

In the mind of one of the leading Fallen Angel, he had felt a great deal of puzzlement; he didn’t know just how this Demon possessed such power. His entire existence should have been absorbed by the Demon Prince Vergil. And yet,

The leader of the Fallen Angel was unable to keep calm and think about what to do as he watched the terrifying carnage occurring before him, but his brain had quickly come to a conclusion. Immediately turning around, he made a decision to run away.

He must report this!

He knew in his heart that he was completely powerless against the great display of strength shown by Allen. Even if he were to stay behind, he wouldn’t make much of a difference and would only die there. So if death were to be the case here, he would rather take the chance and run away.

Before he could even run 20 meters away, the figure of a person quickly appeared right behind him with an extreme amount of speed. In the blink of an eye, the person had already caught up with him as a scarlet glint of a sword left behind a brilliant glow of light as it arced toward the escaping figure.

The leader of the Fallen Angels was a Peak Duke Demon Realm, so the moment he felt an extraordinary amount of deadly magical power coming to him, he immediately ducked onto the ground and rolled away without looking backward.

The moment both of his hands hit the ground, he pushed himself back up onto his feet as a long spear simultaneously appeared in his hand. With a large amount of demonic energy encompassing the spear, he stabbed toward Allen.

“DIEEE DEMON PRINCE DANTEEEE!!”

He cried out in hysteria. No, probably--desperation.

A cold laugh rang out.

He then saw the black-clothed demon prince before him swayed slightly instead of dodging away and kept charging towards him once more. His arm shook as the Bastard-style sword Rebellion covered the entire area with its bright glow, causing everyone who looked at it to be dazzled at this seemingly unreal experience.

Against a sword whose light seemed to encompass the entire sky, the Peak Duke Demon expert didn’t know what he should do to protect himself. In that moment of hesitation, the scarlet blade of Allen, disregard its appearance and size, appearing light and slender, reappeared from within the glow and stabbed straight through his chest.

“You came here uninvited, why are you then leaving so early…?”

A cold voice asked.

“Bang!”

Allen kicked at the Fallen Angel’s chest, causing him to fly far backward. Holding onto his bloody great sword, Rebellion, Allen tiptoed on the ground, and then turned around and ran toward the remaining demon and fallen angels like a water strider at the surface of the water pond, in an effort to kill them.

Allen had no intention of letting a single member leave this place alive.

Since you came here, then don’t bother leaving!

All of you, you better not dream of surviving past this night!

Allen’s lips curled upwards, his eyes beamed in red daylight—

... …

From the distance, Asmodeus was also fighting but her eyes cannot help but turn towards her master’s direction.

There, a terrifying carnage full of blood and flesh was happening… even those she was fighting couldn’t help but feel appalled by the spectacle unfolding before them.

Allen’s eyes gleamed cold red light and his expression savaged to the extreme.

“Your Excellency Asmodeus! You as a Great Prince of Hell, why are you siding with a traitor?! Are you just going to abandon the Demon World this easily?!”

A Malebranche cried out in anger.

Asmodeus turned her attention at him, snorted; “Abandon the Demon World? What are you talking about, moron? Did you think that if the Demons lose this war, the Demon World would cease to exist? Is your head screwed alright?”

“…?!”

“Whatever the outcome of this war, the Demon World won’t change. Never will be! So what do you mean by abandoning the Demon World? You’re only saying things so lightly you didn’t even know what’s behind it!”

As Asmodeus’ figure appeared before the demon’s sight, the sharp black-colored long spear had already brought about an overbearingly fierce gale as it was thrust forward at lightning speed, smashing head-on against the sharp claw winds from the demon’s hand.

Bang!

At the instant of impact, astonishingly rampant gales instantly swept out like a hurricane. Under the impact of the frightening gales, layers of ripples even started to surface in the surrounding space.

In the air, the demon shot a dark stare towards Asmodeus, before slowly saying, "You have become a disgrace to the name of his Lord Lucifer! You shall be judged and eliminated accordingly!”

Hearing that, Asmodeus gave a laugh, before giving a flick of her finger, causing the long spear in her hand to disappear. Raising her head to look towards the demon, she replied with a smile, "Judged? Do you have the qualifications?”

“You will know later if I have the qualifications!!”

From within the darkness that had pervaded the surrounding, all kinds of magic exploded forth.

The demon’s personal reservoir of demonic energy increased.

Kwah kwah kwah kwah kwah!

The Darkness rose up like a tsunami, and the sounds of thunder rang out. Seeing this, the expression of Asmodeus turned cold, and she sneered in contempt. Her flaming red hair rose in the air and her body was covered by blazing flames—however, when they were about to clash, suddenly—

BOOOOOOM!!

Asmodeus and the demons and fallen angels surrounding her turned their heads towards the source of the explosion and saw blood spilled carnage that piled up bodies like a mountain. Blood runs like rivers and lakes and flesh and bodies scattered in the ground.

There, in the middle was a crazy demon—no, a terrifying madman, with two pairs of devil horns on each side of his head, long white hair with some red-dyed color at the edge, and long fist-sized chains dragging from each of his wrist and ankles. In fact, at this moment, it was so long to the point that it was already dragging in the ground, and because of the size of the chains, the clinking sound rang like the bells of heaven—strange but comforting sound, completely out of place in this kind of battlefield.

However, although the other demons and fallen angels were shocked by this scene, but the shock of Asmodeus was even bigger.

Red-colored lightning arcs played around Allen like playful snakes and every place he stepped in to freeze over—but the red-dyed demonic eyes and the fist-sized chains that seemed to restrict him seemed to give him a scary ambiance.

Asmodeus turned towards the sky where the two blood-red moons can be seen—this is bad!!

The Demon Prince of Lust shriek in alarm.

The Moon was engraved with an image of a Lion roaring angrily—Wrath!

The Season of Wrath!

Asmodeus shivered as she turned back her attention towards her master. She had not cared about it before nor did she think about it, after all, the season of sins in the Demon World doesn’t seem to have affected her master that much, or probably, her master had just adapted to them so easily…

But now!

The silver color on his head swayed with the breeze was as shiny as usual without any stain of blood and dirt, as though beautiful flowing clouds or water.

And with the addition of the black tribal tattoos on his cheek, neck, and arm, and the accursed demon-like horns on his head, the silver hair suddenly gave even more of a sinister handsomeness to the delicate-looking Allen.

If this was the normal or the usual demon trigger, it would undoubtedly make him look suave.

However, this was not the same as usual at all, but corruption.

A Corruption of the Original Sin!