Chapter 611 The Undead Arrive

Chapter 611 The Undead Arrive

In the blink of an eye, the battlefield underwent a dramatic shift. Governor Momoa, startled by the sudden disappearance of his daughter, Vinegar, turned to find an empty space where she had stood just moments before. Simultaneously, the humans, including Father Black and Perseus, had vanished into the enigmatic folds of spatial magic, escaping the immediate clutches of the demonic conflict.

From her elevated vantage point, Baroness Everbee keenly observed these rapid developments. Her crimson eyes, glinting with malevolence, narrowed as she realized that her prey had eluded her momentarily. Lady Vinegar, along with the humans, had managed to evade the imminent danger, slipping away into the shadows of magical concealment.

With a swift and decisive motion, Baroness Everbee unleashed a torrent of red lightning, a deadly manifestation of her formidable powers. The crackling energy surged through the air with malevolent intent, aimed at intercepting the fleeing group. However, just as the bolts of crimson energy streaked toward their targets, an unexpected defender emerged — Father Black's giant dog.

The colossal canine, positioned as if by fate, intercepted the incoming assault. Its fur stood on end as the red lightning surged into its massive form, a conduit for the formidable energy. In a mesmerizing display, the dog absorbed the destructive force, its body swelling in size with each passing moment.

The atmosphere crackled with tension as the dog underwent a transformation, a living conduit for the unleashed power. Then, in a spectacle that defied expectation, the canine exploded in a burst of vibrant energy. The red lightning, now amplified and intensified, was redirected back toward its origin with a force multiplied twofold.

The echoing explosion echoed through the battlefield, a resounding testament to the unleashed power of the red lightning. The air quivered with the aftermath of this audacious counterattack, and the once-empty space where Vinegar and her companions had vanished became a fleeting haven of safety.

The daring maneuver had not only allowed Vinegar and the others to escape the immediate threat but had also turned the tide momentarily against the formidable Baroness Everbee. The pulsating energy of the redirected lightning lingered, a symbol of the unpredictability that characterized this demonic battleground.

In the wake of this audacious exchange, the remnants of the red lightning flickered in the air, leaving an indelible mark on the unfolding narrative of demonic strife. The battlefield, a canvas painted with the hues of magic and chaos, bore witness to the ebb and flow of power in a realm where alliances were fragile, and treachery was ever-present.

The resounding explosion of redirected red lightning not only created a spectacle on the battlefield but also had unintended consequences that rippled through the fabric of the supernatural. As Baroness Everbee's furious scream echoed through the air, the veiled sanctuary of the Floating City of Judas bore the brunt of the unleashed energy.

The lightning, now a tempestuous force amplified by the sacrificial defense of Father Black's giant dog, struck the ethereal veil that concealed Judas. The impact created a visible crack in the once-impenetrable barrier, a flaw in the mystical shield that had safeguarded the city from prying eyes and malevolent forces.

lightsΝοvel.cοm "You bastards!" Baroness Everbee's enraged cry echoed across the floating city as she witnessed the unintended breach. The crack in the veil revealed a vulnerability that she had not anticipated. Vinegar, burdened by the lifeless form of Glenn, Father Black, and Perseus, had seized this opportunity for escape.

Undeterred by the chaos surrounding him, Governor Momoa seized the moment with a singular purpose. His predatory instincts guided him toward Mr. Augustus, the once-mighty dragon now ensnared in the clutches of Cuban. The dragon, diminished in power and struggling against its captor, found itself in a desperate struggle for survival.

Cuban, fueled by avarice and demonic hunger, was in the process of devouring the weakened dragon. The colossal creature, once a formidable force of nature, now thrashed impotently as Cuban's blood-formed essence enveloped and consumed its essence. The dragon's roars, now feeble and desperate, resonated through the battleground.

Governor Momoa, recognizing the dragon's diminished state, saw an opportunity to further his own power. In the demonic hierarchy, strength was paramount, and the essence of a vanquished foe could be assimilated to enhance one's might. The governor, propelled by ambition and the thirst for greater power, advanced toward the spectacle of the dragon's demise.

The battlefield, already a stage for demonic machinations and power struggles, witnessed another pivotal moment. The crack in the ethereal veil over Judas, the dragon's impending fate, and the escape of Vinegar and her companions all contributed to the unfolding tapestry of supernatural conflict.

Of course, all was not as it seemed. In this moment, Mogana stood a safe distance from the battlefield. However, her eyes were on that broken veil that led to Judas. "Send in the worms!" she ordered into the air.

At first, it seemed like no one heeded her command, but shadows suddenly rushed past her. Their aim was, naturally, the floating city of Judas.

Governor Momoa, on the other hand, used his powers in an attempt to stop Cuban from doing what he was doing. However, the blood Runes that now shone on Dragon's body blasted him away.

Governor Momoa could not help but feel as if he had been backstabbed by Cuban. Then again, the only reason that he had brought Cuban closer was for his own personal gain.

And now Cuban had taken advantage of that opportunity to get power.

The Runes that shone on the Dragon, created by Cuban's bloody form were all royal runes. One look at them and Governor Momoa could tell that Cuban was not so much the abandoned son of the Asmodeus family as he was meant to believe.

In fact, considering the way Baroness Everbee had been rushing to his aid, Governor momoa could not help but believe that this might have been the plan all along.

"That foolish Domani!" Governor Momoa cursed lowly.

The Governor had thought that he would be able to control Cuban using the promise of his daughter, and also Domani so that he could get into the good graces of the Asmodeus family, but it seemed like he was the fool all along.

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