Chapter 1504 Escape [1]

Chapter 1504 Escape [1]

"Huu..."

Damien took a deep breath.

'Realistically speaking, this is going to go badly, isn't it?'

He had been in the Celestial Prison for a decent amount of time now. This space was great for sitting alone and thinking, and as Damien spent more time here, he realized that it had more benefits than he expected.

In normal cases, this prison was meant to absolutely rob any and every one of their abilities. No matter how they tried to escape, they'd find their mana and strength unable to do anything.

Even if their minds were amazing enough to devise strategies to escape, they wouldn't have the appropriate means to actually test those theories.

Dante was trapped here for an unknown amount of time because he wasn't enough to break the prison's mechanisms.

Still, Dante was able to influence them slightly. Gét latest novel chapters on nov(e)lbj/n(.)c/om

And Damien...Damien was Dante's greatest creation.

He was everything Dante was and more.

In this place where laws were obliterated and mana was devalued, Damien found himself able to "perceive" the world completely differently.

It was actually a great place for him to isolate himself and train.

Unfortunately, even though time was frozen within the prison, it was still flowing outside.

Damien had to leave this place and escape the Northern Region.

He had a plan.

The problem was that his plan was quite reckless.

'It's just that there's no way to do this without being reckless.'

Plus, Damien was never one to shirk away from recklessness.

He found a viable strategy. At least, it was viable for the most part.

'There isn't any better path.'

Malevalon Straea and his goons were not people Damien could escape just because he wanted to.

Since he would be forced to confront them anyway...

'...let's just do our best.'

Damien's eyes narrowed. He glanced around, making sure that there wasn't anything left in this place that he needed to see or do.

'I'll be back later.'

Until then...

'It's time to work.'

"Huu..."

Damien took another deep breath, and as he activated his mana, he focused on the physical manifestation of the Celestial Prison, which he currently had in his hands.

VOOM!

A huge fluctuation of energy burst forth from the construct.

Space and time began to twist around Damien, dragging him out of the Celestial Prison with a suction force that nobody could resist.

Up until this point, everything was normal. Damien would have had to undergo these processes to escape regardless of when or how he tried to do it.

The most important part came in the next few seconds.

Damien's mind was utterly focused on the task.

After all, they were thrown with the power of Gods, with the power of Edicts.

Damien gritted his teeth.

'I can't even see my enemies.'

He dodged and weaved through the air, teleporting in every possible direction to add a sense of chaos to his movements.

It was somewhat working. The attacks that were aimed at him rarely got close, and when they did, he was able to barely avoid being struck by them.

However, the problem wasn't with the enemy.

'I can't maneuver my mana properly.'

The second he left the Celestial Prison, he felt it.

'So this was also an effect.'

In case someone actually managed to escape the prison and make it back to the Heavenly World, they'd be unable to escape.

There was a certain energy within their bodies, something otherworldly.

That energy absolutely disagreed with the laws of the Heavenly World, so when someone left the prison and found themselves back in reality...

...they'd also find themselves crippled, unable to use any strength at all.

Damien was obviously not completely crippled, but the energy in his body was also disagreeing with whatever had entered his soul while he was unaware.

He could get rid of it.

He had to.

If he had some peace and quiet, he'd be able to do it in a heartbeat.

But, of course...

BOOOOOOOOOM!

...he didn't have that kind of peace and quiet in the slightest.

'To fight while fixing myself...to escape this fight without encountering Malevalon...'

"Fuck."

Damien cursed to himself.

This would be more annoying than trying to get into the Celestial Prison in the first place.

And the worst part...?

Damien finally got a glimpse of his enemies while he was figuring out his own problems.

A woman, tall and unreasonably skinny, with scales of green covering her entire body.

A man who looked more like a tiger than a human, covered in a massive bloody red aura.

Another man, this one closer in figure to the first woman, but with just as much strength pulsing from his body.

And lastly, another woman. She had a devilish beauty about her, accompanied by a strange pink fog that clouded one's mind and controlled them.

These four, while they were extremely different in every way, had one thing in common.

An absolute loyalty to the Straea Clan.

These were none other than the 4 Evils.

Other than Malevalon Straea...

Right now, they were the last people Damien wanted to see.