Chapter 129: From the Soul

"Great master, you... dealt with it?" Beneath the Blood Throne, Sebastian asked with awe and anxiety as he looked at the dissipating Flame Demon Valaroka and the serious expression on Charlotte's face.

"No... it went to the real world."

Charlotte shook her head.

"The real world?"

Sebastian was puzzled.

Then, his expression changed slightly.

"Borde City?!"

Charlotte nodded slightly and sighed.

"Sebastian, please take care of the people at home for me."

Sebastian's heart trembled.

"Are you going to..."

"I'll go meet it."

Charlotte said in a deep voice, glancing at her diminishing True Ancestor's Liberation time, and then waved her hand, dispelling the Dream Realm and returning to reality.

To avoid causing a ruckus in the real world, Charlotte's recent True Ancestor's Liberation took place in the spiritual world. But now, she had to make a scene in reality.

With her Liberation time limit, Charlotte didn't have full confidence in defeating her opponent. But she believed she had to act.

Having read Valaroka's memories, she knew the Flame Demon was furious about being sealed in Borde City. If she didn't act, its first act upon descent might be to destroy the city.

Though Charlotte didn't have any personal attachment to Borde City, some people there had become like family to her. As someone with relatively normal values, she didn't want to watch tens of thousands of innocent civilians die at Valaroka's hands.

Fortunately, having read Valaroka's memories, Charlotte knew the demon wasn't in a great state. A decade of sealing had weakened its Legendary power. She had a chance to win.

And... it was a big chance!

With these thoughts in mind, Charlotte returned to the real world. Without hesitation, the divine power of blood surged, and she once again activated True Ancestor's Liberation!

...

The upheaval at the Dreaming Salon didn't completely disturb the tranquil night of Borde City. In fact, many civilians, except for those with keen senses, weren't even aware of the recent undead resurrection.

The night had grown late, and most people remained asleep in their dreams.

Only the Demon Hunters and City Guards were busy, their heads were full of the recent chaos at the salon and the undead resurrection.

The High Priest was no exception. In fact, he was feeling extremely terrible at the moment. Tonight's events were pushing the High Priest's Dream even further away from him.

At a certain moment, the High Priest truly wished he was just having a nightmare.

None of this had happened yet; the Evil God hadn't descended and the incident at the Dreaming Salon hadn't been exposed...

But unfortunately, the reality was cruel.

At this moment, he could only hope that the Blood Demon Cult's ritual wasn't ready yet, giving him a chance to communicate with that mysterious Evil God and use that opportunity to defuse this time bomb...

However, when a person is unlucky, the more they hope a bad thing won't happen, the more likely it is to occur...

Just as the High Priest was preparing to leave the scene of the Dreaming Salon, an inexplicable sense of palpitation suddenly rose in his heart.

Behind him, the City Guards who were still dealing with the scene at the mansion exclaimed one after another.

"Look! What's that?!"

"It's burning! The sky is burning!"

The sky... is burning?

The High Priest's heart skipped a beat.

He turned around and looked at the sky, only to widen his eyes in horror.

Above the canopy, raging flames spread, gradually obscuring the entire sky.

Amid the flames, a dark red spatial crack akin to a huge wound suddenly tore open.

A dark aura emanated from that crack.

Ancient, vast, evil, and corrupt...

In the next moment, in the horrified gaze of the High Priest, a monstrous arm protruded from the crack!

It was a demon's arm.

The pitch-black scales were burning with hellfire, and speckled flames continuously fell from the sky, igniting the buildings on the ground...

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The arm pushed aside, and a huge goat head emerged from it.

The goat's head was also burning with flames, and its two moon-like demon eyes flickered with malice and cruelty. It took a deep breath of the pure air of the mortal world and let out a roar...

Terrifying sound waves spread from its roar to the ground, bringing waves of scorching winds and a dense rain of fire.

"Flame Demon... Valaroka!"

The High Priest stared blankly at the monstrous gigantic demon, his face pale in an instant.

However, before the High Priest could recover from his shock, another even more majestic and vast aura suddenly rose from the Borde City abandoned district area!

A crimson pillar of light soared into the sky, illuminating the night sky and shattering the flames above.

A figure, shining with black and red light, slowly ascended within the pillar of light.

It was a graceful figure with a slender body.

She wore a golden crown on her head, her face blurred, but one could see her iconic beautiful silver hair and those deep and indifferent golden-red pupils.

Her body, draped in a black divine robe with thorny rose patterns swayed by the wind, was majestic and mysterious.

The High Priest felt his brain buzzing and ringing with deafening noise after just one glance. He only felt his eyeballs ache, his vision blurred with a layer of blood-red, and he quickly closed his eyes.

His soul was injured.

Just one glance had injured his soul.

Two lines of blood and tears slowly flowed down his wrinkled cheeks...

The power of the Gods was too vast, and mortals couldn't look directly at it.

Ordinary people couldn't even see the appearance of Gods, only giant balls of light.

Even extraordinary humans with supernatural powers, though they had the opportunity to glimpse the divine form beneath the power of the Gods, would still suffer a serious backlash.

The more powerful the mortal, the stronger the backlash they would suffer in the face of the divine power.

Clearly, the High Priest, who had glimpsed the True Ancestor's Liberation state, was injured.

However, at this moment, the High Priest no longer cared about his own injuries.

In his heart, there was only an unprecedented shock.

"The Evil God!"

"The resurrected Evil God!"

"The Lord is above! It has also appeared!"

Charlotte ascended slowly, looking solemnly at Valaroka emerging from the spatial crack.

Through the connection formed by devouring its consciousness, she could feel the demon's emotions—madness, anger towards being sealed in Borde City, and joy at breaking free.

Madness was its nature.

Anger was directed at the Borde City.

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She could sense its incredibly powerful strength.

Even with True Ancestor's Liberation, Charlotte could feel a strong threat emanating from it.

This won't be easy!

This fight... might not be easy!

Charlotte's expression became even more serious.

At the same moment, Valaroka also noticed Charlotte ascending.

A pair of crimson eyes burning with flames glanced over.

Charlotte felt a vast spiritual power sweep over her.

The next moment, she found Valaroka's emotions changed.

Anger and joy dissipated.

Replacing them were astonishment and doubt.

And after feeling the connection with Charlotte's consciousness, that astonishment and doubt turned into shock, panic, and fear...

Immediately after, Charlotte saw that the once arrogant Valaroka suddenly stopped its movement toward the mortal realm.

It retracted its flames and aura, panicked, and shrank back towards the dimensional crack...

Charlotte:...?