“Don't say such depressing things, buddy. Those nobles have been here for three days without making a move. Why would they barge in at a time like this?”
Tyr's complete lack of interest in pursuing them over the past few days had allowed Cary to fully break free from his fear of House Callis.
Bond was still chanting his incantation, so he naturally ignored Cary.
The other Black Mages didn't pay any attention to Cary either; they had indeed grown utterly sick of him during this period.
They really didn't know how someone with his personality had managed to cultivate all the way to a Third Circle Black Mage without dying at the hands of the Temple knights.
“Hehehe...”
With no one paying attention to him, Cary didn't mind. He hummed a little tune as he walked over to a stone pillar, leaning against it with his arms crossed over his chest.
“Hum~”
As Bond's final chant fell, a cloud of black mist suddenly rose before him.
The black mist continued to expand, eventually growing to the height of a person.
A fair, slender leg stepped out first, followed by a scantily clad woman appearing before them.
She had a pair of demon horns on her head and a tail with a heart shape at the tip behind her.
One of the nine royal clans of the Abyss demons: a succubus.
“Lady Aretha.”
The moment the succubus appeared, Bond and the others immediately knelt on the ground and saluted in a respectful tone.
Even Cary, who usually had a more frivolous personality, put away his playful grin at this moment.
Succubi were always associated with lust, so the fear they inspired was far less than that of other Abyss demons. In fact, many curious individuals even wanted to get a taste of a succubus.
But in reality, when it came to torturing people, succubi were not the least bit inferior to other Abyss demons.
Cary had once been bound hand and foot by Aretha for making a mistake and thrown into the miasma of lust to soak for three days.
“Since everything is ready, let's begin.”
Aretha glanced at the people collapsed all over the ground, her charming voice echoing in everyone's ears.
Every movement of a succubus carried an innate charm. Even if she didn't do it intentionally, her voice alone caused an evil fire to ignite within the bodies of several Black Mages.
But after witnessing Aretha's methods, they didn't dare to harbor any improper thoughts now.
Even Cary obediently complied, rising and walking toward the sacrifices that had already been prepared.
Looking at the tender neck of a child, drool couldn't help but spill from the corner of Cary's mouth.
“What a pity.”
If it weren't for the sacrifice right now, he wouldn't have been able to resist feasting on them.
Thinking that Lady Aretha was still here, he didn't dare to delay his actions in the slightest.
Hurriedly wiping the drool from the corner of his mouth, Cary reached out to grab the young boy's collar.
But just as his hand was about to touch the boy, a blinding surge of Holy Power suddenly erupted from within the boy's body.
“Ah~!”
Cary was enveloped by the Holy Power, feeling as if he had been thrown into boiling water as burning pain surged throughout his entire body.
Not just him, but the other Black Mages who wanted to grab the citizens of Caslant also received the exact same treatment at this moment.
Golden Holy Power shone brilliantly. The Black Mages in the abandoned cathedral felt as if they had been tossed into a deep fryer, their screams filling the entire abandoned church.
“What's going on? How could there be Holy Power here?”
The succubus Aretha's face turned incredibly unsightly. Although she hadn't touched those people, just the light radiating from the Holy Power made her feel highly uncomfortable.
A moment later, the Holy Power vanished, but black gas continued to billow from the bodies of Bond and the others.
To the Abyss demons and these Black Mages, Holy Power was no different from concentrated sulfuric acid.
“Damn it! Where are the sacrifices?”
Because Aretha hadn't touched those people of Caslant, she was the first to recover after the Holy Power disappeared.
But when she turned to look, she discovered that the sacrifices meant to be used to open the spatial portal had all vanished.
Her gaze swept around, finally spotting several people near the entrance of the cathedral.
Two children who didn't look very old, two maids, and an old man.
“Callis.”
The moment she saw Tyr and Sevira's signature white hair, the succubus Aretha instantly determined their identities.
After all, the Abyss world had been at war with the Elan Continent for so long. As one of the royal clans, succubi were naturally no strangers to the several Demigod families of the Elan Continent.
“These idiots actually drew them here.”
Aretha was extremely infuriated that the people of House Callis had actually managed to find this place.
A surge of Abyss magic power erupted from her body, rapidly pouring into the bodies of the several Black Mages still rolling on the ground.
The black smoke on them quickly dissipated, but immediately after, their bodies began to mutate.
The bodies of the several Black Mages grew continuously, tearing their clothes to shreds. Giant bone spikes, gleaming with an eerie light, grew from their backs and limbs.
Their faces became completely unrecognizable. Their hideous features, sharp fangs, and crimson eyes all proved that they were no longer human at this moment.
“Go and tear them apart for me.”
With a command from the succubus Aretha, the mutated Black Mages roared and charged toward Tyr's group.
Foul-smelling saliva dripped from the corners of their mouths, their eyes filled with absolute brutality. After mutating, they had completely lost their sanity and would only obey the commands of their master—the one who had bestowed them with the Abyss power.
“Sevira, make it quick.”
Tyr stood up, resting one hand on his sword hilt.
“Alright, Brother Tyr.”
Sevira stood up and positioned herself beside Tyr.
【Baina】
【Baina】
Both of them constructed their magic circuits at the exact same time, their figures instantly vanishing from where they stood.
“Shring~”
“Shring~”
Several sharp flashes of sword light lit up the cathedral, and then the mutated Black Mages felt intense pain shoot from their limbs.
Their Achilles tendons were severed one by one, causing them to collapse to the ground.
The highest realm among these Black Mages was only the Third Circle, so they were naturally no match for Tyr and Sevira even for a single exchange.
“Damn it, how can they be so strong?”
The succubus Aretha herself was only at the Fourth Circle. Succubi possessed an extremely powerful innate perception, and she was absolutely certain she was no match for that boy from House Callis.
If she stayed here any longer, her only end would be death.
Strands of Abyss power flowed from her body, quickly drawing a teleportation magic circle beneath her feet.
“Bang!”
But before her magic circle could even take shape, the sound of a vase shattering suddenly rang out, and the magic circle was directly destroyed.
Without anyone noticing when, Avia had arrived by Aretha's side, stomping and shattering the teleportation magic circle Aretha was using to escape.
Aretha had just clearly seen the person who had appeared in front of her when she suddenly felt a tightening sensation around her neck.
At this moment, a mass of black magic power was wrapped around the succubus's fair neck, continuing to constrict.
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