Chapter 741 Reward

Chapter 741 Reward

"We must join the others and turn the tide against our enemies." Vale's Avatar reminded as he stood closer to the young Dimensional Creature. The one that Vale had enslaved in the remnant of the Celestial Realm.

To be honest, the Golden Key that he had obtained there was still a mystery to Vale. He couldn't understand why it was so dangerous that even with his Divinity, he could barely touch it unless he used the power of the Temporal Timepiece.

Nonetheless, as the other Half-Immortals of the Arcane Bureau stepped forward to stop Vale and his two Demon Generals from leaving, they suddenly heard a loud growl.

It was Gorath, and he seemed to be warning the Half-Immortals! The sound he made rumbled like an earthquake, while Zarvok simply showed a stern gaze to everyone.

Although they could be killed by these Half-Immortals, they weren't showing any signs of being afraid at all.

Of course, Vale's Avatar didn't return to the castle. He was sent by the young Dimensional Creature to another part of the continent close to another Rift.

As for the two Demon Generals, they were sent back to the castle to be thoroughly studied by Magnus for research purposes.

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Meanwhile, in the shadowy expanse of the Abyss Realm, where the fabric of reality thinned as if the whole region was about to disappear, the Demon Castle loomed like a monument to darkness.

It was no wonder Vale's Avatar failed to find this location...

The castle's towering spires pierced the smoldering sky, and its walls, which seemed to have been forged from the bones of ancient leviathans, radiated an aura of dread that could chill even the most hardened of souls.

Eeeecckk~

Several screeches of various demonic creatures could also be heard as you got closer to the castle.UppTodated from nô/v/e/lb(i)n.c(o)/m

Within the vast throne hall, a cavernous chamber adorned with obsidian pillars and lit by the flickering flames of ever-burning pyres, the Demon Lord sat upon his throne.

It was a seat of power carved from what seemed like a fallen celestial rock. Its surface felt alive with a malevolent glow that pulsed in time with the Demon Lord's own heartbeat.

The Demon Saints, twenty-four in number, stood arrayed before their master, their forms a diverse pantheon of terror.

Each one bore the marks of their dominion over the Abyss—horns that twisted into the air like gnarled branches, wings that shrouded their bodies in perpetual shadow, and eyes that glowed with the fires of the pit.

They have different appearances, but they are all Demon Saints. Demons who were blessed with the power coming from the Abyss Realm itself.

"So there are only twenty-four of you left..." The Demon Lord's voice resonated through the hall... It was aged, deep, and carried an absolute authority to the Demon Saints.

"The rest have fallen or remain locked in combat within the Human Realm."

One of the Demon Saints, a towering figure known as Malrath, stepped forward. He was the number 3 in the Demon Saint Ranking.

His voice was a guttural growl...

"My lord, the humans prove more resilient than anticipated. The Rifts have become battlegrounds where our brethren fall."

'How scary~' Lysara muttered although she was still full of smile.

Nonetheless, she knew she must tread carefully, for the Shadow Immortal's reach was vast, and his allies could be everywhere.

'So those are humans... How ugly...'

Adopting the guise of a human was child's play for a Demon Saint of her caliber.

Her coils suddenly started concealing themselves, and her venomous intent hid behind a mask of flesh...

'Mhmm... It's not enough...' Lysara wasn't satisfied with her appearance as there still hints of her being partly demon.

Because of that, Lysara hid her presence and found a female human from a distance... Swiftly, she killed the innocent and, took her skin and used it for herself.

Just like that, she became Lucy. It was the name of the woman from the memories she inherited. She was now a specter walking unnoticed among the unsuspecting populace.

Lucy's new life began in a sprawling city, a metropolis of steel and stone that rose defiantly against the encroaching darkness.

From her observation, this city was advancing quite rapidly...

Anyway, she had claimed the identity of a woman whose life she had extinguished—a necessary act to secure her cover.

The woman's form was now hers and with it, a stable place in the human world.

She wanted to ensure that she would be the one killing the Shadow Immortal. It doesn't matter how many years it would take. She would have to do this slowly but surely!

'Should I act as an Arcanist...' Lucy mused before she started wondering the city.

The city was a marvel, a fortress of civilization protected by beings of metal—Androids, they were called.

These Metal Golems patrolled the streets, their eyes aglow with vigilance, their bodies impervious to the claws and fangs of the lesser demons that dared to breach the city's defenses.

"Those things... What in the world are they?!" Lucy murmured the first time she witnessed the Androids in action. Their efficiency was a thing of beauty, a dance of destruction that left no demon standing. It was clear that these creations were not to be underestimated.

A horde of about 3,000 flying demons was actually defeated by the Androids from below with their weapons!

'I need to know more how they're doing this...' Lucy clenched her fist as she spoke. Although she could destroy those metal golems, it would barely hurt the human Realm since she knew that they could just mass-produce these moving metals!

She would have to find a way for low-ranking demons to have a chance against them! After all, she couldn't reveal herself because of the Shadow Immortal!

'No... That's a job for someone else. I'll just focus on targeting the Shadow Immortal... I have to understand this world and adapt completely... I need a perfect guise!' Lucy reminded herself.

Just like that, several days had passed.

Lucy blended with the people. She adopted the routines of the woman she had replaced, learning her habits, her connections, and her place in the intricate web of human society.