Chapter 492: I was right

The figure glanced back to Lucifer, still not properly visible. 

At the same time, the dream world kept falling apart slowly. Just before the dream world was entirely destroyed, Lucifer managed to see the emotionless eyes of the figure. Any other features of it weren't visible to him because of the strange mist. 

The deep eyes seemed a bit similar to his yet quite different. Seeing them, Lucifer felt somewhat strange. He didn't know what it was about those eyes, but they made him feel extremely uncomfortable. 

Fortunately, he didn't have to look at those eyes since the dream world broke apart. Lucifer's consciousness was tossed out of the dream world. 

In the real world, he regained his consciousness. He slowly opened his eyes, feeling a bit heavy. He felt like there was. Something heavy on his head. 

He raised his right hand and touched the thing which was lying on his forehead, picking it up. 

"This stone? Why would it be there?" he muttered, frowning. The stone was in his pocket. It was understandable that it was taken out of his pocket, but why would someone keep that on his forehead? 

He sat up, keeping the stone in his pocket again before observing his surroundings. The Statue that used to be prominent in the room was missing. Instead, some stone pieces were lying all around, looking like the pieces of that statue. 

The red formation under him was also a mess by now. It wasn't shining, and most of its lines were destroyed, making it ineffective. 

Moreover, Lucifer also noticed two insects trying to wriggle away. These two were the same ones that had entered his heart and chest, but they couldn't stay there anymore and decided to run. However, before they could run too far, they burst into flames on their own, dying.

"What is happening here?" Lucifer muttered, frowning. This whole day was weird. 

Facing a Dungeon Dweller that imprisoned him in his own head, the insects, and finally, that strange misty figure which he categorized as his Healing Immune System because of its similarities to him. 

He placed his hands on the ground and pushed his body up. He also picked up one of the pieces of the broken statues and kept that in his pocket before destroying all the other pieces. 

There was nothing left here to see anymore, making him decide to leave.

"This whole thing made me understand how weak I am before certain attacks. No matter what I do, I need to find a way to strengthen my mental defense against beings like those. That's my only weakness at this point."

"I don't like this weakness," he muttered, frustrated. 

Lucifer didn't realize that after the current incident, even that weakness was actually gone. Because of what he went through, his mental resilience was even stronger. 

Moreover, the arrival of the snow mountain in his dream world and the influence of that stone had created a form of immunity for him against attacks of similar nature. 

Unaware of his newly gained benefits from this experience, Lucifer wondered where he could find something which could help him with things like that. 

"I'll have to ask Kane to develop something. Maybe he'll have some ideas. If not him, then I'll need to ask Kellian to find me someone who I can absorb! In any case, I can't let this weakness pull me back for longer."

"Weak mental attacks are fine since I can break them if they are similar to the attacks I faced before, but the ones who are strong like this one will be a problem even though these shall be rare. This will be my first priority now," he muttered, deciding his next plan of approach. 

"Not where is that exit? Do I again need to find a secret switch?"

His body started flying up as he wondered where the exit switch was. However, within a second of searching, he gave up and decided to use a more brute method. 

He raised both his hands, firing a couple of lightning bolts to create an opening for himself. He flew up from the opening, going to the ground floor.

On the ground floor, he again attacked the walls to create an opening before stepping out of the temple. 

With his hands in his pocket, he walked away from the temple as Dark Clouds started covering the sky above the temple. 

Boom~

He didn't even look back as mighty black lightning bolts fell from the sky, right above the temple. 

Within seconds, the massive temple started falling apart, completely destroyed. 

Walking away from the Temple, Lucifer patted his dirty cloak before he looked in the sky, guessing the time. He was sure that at least one day had passed since he was brought here. 

To check the exact time he wore his glasses and checked in them.

"As expected. It's been one day. The first stage of the tournament should already be over by now. I wonder what those people did to Salazar and the others. If even a single hair on their heads is harmed, they'll regret."

His body started floating in the air as he flew towards the guest Palace, keeping his glasses back. 

His blood-covered cloak flapped with the wing along with the hair of Lucifer, which wasn't tied in a ponytail. 

Lucifer touched the cloak with his finger, activating the cleaning function of the cloak. The blood was removed, and the cloak returned to its usual green color. 

Following that, Lucifer made another circle on the cloak, changing its color to pitch black, similar to the cloak that Milena used to wear. 

Now that he was actually hurt in such a way, he didn't care about being subtle. He wanted to take revenge on Sirius and, while he was at it, take out everyone who tried blocking his path. 

He wanted to make it the last day of the Divine Empire before it was changed forever. 

....

Back in the guest house, the battle had begun as Salazar attacked Feronia, who instantly cast an energy barrier around her to protect herself from the sudden attack.

On the other hand, Arthur had already teleported away from Salazar to keep himself safe. Not only that, but he appeared right in front of Caen, grabbing him by the throat. 

"Salazar, if you don't surrender yourself, I'll kill him! Stop right there and let us capture you!" Arthur warned Salazar, who had just used his ability to imprison Feronia in his dream so she could stop using that barrier; however, it didn't work. 

Feronia wasn't looking in her eyes. Instead, Feronia kept her eyes on his chest.