Chapter 1871. The Effect of Horatio’s Demise

Chapter 1871. The Effect of Horatio’s Demise

What Belphegor used was Ice Death. An instant death skill the same as the one used by Euphosine. But in Belphegor's hand, this skill was even more deadly. This skill instantly killed Horatio.

"Your Majestyyy...!!!" Darius cried. He was among those who were blown away by Belphegor's ice chakrams.

The other native soldiers stared with shocked expressions. They couldn't believe the person they were supposed to protect was killed so swiftly. They didn't know what to think. They wished this was all just a bad dream.

The players also didn't move. They stared at Belphegor with terrified expressions. Horatio was not weak. He also had a legendary artifact empowering him. Yet, he was killed in such a short instant.

Belphegor ignored all those stares. He bent down and swiped away the ice chunks on the ground. Horatio's body parts were still visible inside these ice chunks. He picked up the Book of the Damned. The book was so tiny in his palm.

"An artifact that gave others demonic power... What an affront. Too bad I can't destroy it," Belphegor muttered.

He started walking back to where he came from. The defenders were confused by the act. They thought the devil would continue assaulting them now that he was deep inside their defensive line.

"Murdererrr...!!!" fiery bat darts came assailing Belphegor. Điscover new chapters at novelhall.com

Belphegor ignored those attacks. An ice shell appeared around him. The fire darts were extinguished when they touched this ice shell.

Vanessa rushed over once she saw Belphegor appear near Horatio, but she was too late. Belphegor's instant death skill took everyone by surprise. She channeled mana manipulation into her whip. The long whip turned rigid. It became an absurdly long rapier. She thrust this rapier-whip while using Drilling Thrust enhanced with the fire element.

Spiraling flame energy followed her whip as it stabbed into Belphegor's ice shell. The drilling caused friction that resulted in fiery sparks. Yet, Vanessa could only drill through half the ice shell's thickness. Belphegor continued walking as if nothing had happened. The ice shell followed him.

Ezekiel also came. His pet, the blood vulture, turned into a red streak and struck the spot where Vanessa had stabbed earlier. This caused more cracks in the ice shell. Ezekiel's dual curved twinblades turned into a blur as he executed Penta Slash, causing more cracks. Vanessa added a Fireball spell, which finally broke the ice shell apart.

Belphegor grunted when that happened, but he didn't stop walking. He continued to walk at a normal walking pace.

Seeing their two relic marshalls assaulting Belphegor to avenge their sovereign, the native soldiers joined in on the assault.

"Wait!" William shouted. Taking action because of impulse would just jeopardize everything.

"Retreat! Retreat...!!!" She called.

The same calls started sounding all over the battlefield. The defenders began to move away from the defensive walls. Their formation was a mess already, so they still suffered during the retreat. One thing they should be thankful for was Belphegor continued to ignore them. The devil resumed walking back without a care for the defenders.

After hearing the retreat call, Wrath's maids also stopped fighting Belphegor's mini-clones. They disengaged and joined the retreating soldiers.

Belphegor called his nearest demon commander. He gave the Book of the Damned to this commander.

"Take this to Lord Lucifer," Belphegor ordered.

The Book of the Damned was an atrocity to their race. It was created by a demon sorcerer who wished to gain ultimate control over the demons and usurp the devil's dominance in the underworld. He failed but successfully sent his prize work through a secret portal into the upperworld. He was unable to escape using that portal, but at least his legacy lived on in the book.

The Book of the Damned was classified as an artifact and was protected by the world system. Even Lucifer couldn't destroy the book, but at least he could keep the book from falling into another's hand.

"I've put a seal on this book," Belphegor warned his commander. "If you try opening it, I will know. You will then regret ever doing it, so don't!"

"I... I understand, Lord Belphegor," The demon commander bowed as he accepted the book.

"Go!" Belphegor commanded.

He turned back to the defenders after the demon commander left. They were in full retreat motion now. He was thinking about whether to rush over and do some damage.

The mini-Belphegors came to him as he was gazing away. They jumped and hugged his muscular body. As they touched, the mini-belphegors turned into jelly and were absorbed into Belphegor's body. Fat covered his muscles again. His form was back to the extraordinarily obese devil.

Lethargy plagued his mind when that happened. He didn't feel the desire to chase the defenders anymore. He felt very tired after all the exercise just now. He sat on the ground and watched his demon army harass the retreating defenders. That was until the defenders activated the traps that covered their retreat. Then, it was the demons whose formation turned into a mess.

Belphegor chuckled. He was amused by the foolishness of his army. After experiencing the traps so many times, they still fell for it.

He put one hand to prop his head. He wished this war was over soon. He didn't like treading across the whole world just for the sake of conquering it. It's too much work. He just wished to lay down and rest.

Palgrost's Northern defense ended up being the first to lose its ground. The fleeing Sangrod army retreated until the border and continued in the direction of their country. Darius and Vanessa took temporary control over the army. They didn't have the time to decide on a successor. They were pretty sure the nobles in Sangrod would quarrel over the throne once they learned of Horatio's demise. Even with the world at risk, greedy people always look for an opportunity to seize profit.

If only there was another Maxius, the decision of a successor would be easier. But Horatio was the last of the Maxius blood, or so they thought.