Chapter 1565 Danger [4]

Chapter 1565 Danger [4]

Currently, there were far too many people around Damien for him to be comfortable.

The Foreign Nobility had yet to attack, but there was no way Damien would believe they didn't have the intention to.

'They want me dead.'

This, Damien knew for a fact.

He had Duke Horacio's memories. He knew exactly how the Dark God had ordered them to find the "anomaly," and he knew that he was that very anomaly.

Duke Horacio had lived for...well, it wasn't that clear.

His memories were covered in a fog, not because they were locked, but because even Horacio's own existence couldn't particularly remember what it had experienced.

There was something strange happening within the bodies and souls of the Foreign Nobility themselves, but that wasn't something Damien could currently learn the answer to.

All he knew was that Duke Horacio had accompanied the Dark God's forces to raid several cosmos, and that the process of eliminating anomalies was practically streamlined.

'Corner them, eliminate all variables, and destroy without mercy.'

Anomalies weren't always people. Sometimes they were objects with great power or even concepts and laws themselves.

In all cases, the best way to remove anomalies and create room for the Dark God's interference was to isolate them from anything that could help them and force them into a situation where they couldn't resist.

This way, there wouldn't be any risks associated with the moves either.

Damien glanced around.

'Grand Dukes Famas, Klaus, Lance, and Maveth.'

They took each cardinal direction and kept Damien surrounded.

Even they were aware that Viscounts and Counts didn't stand a chance against him. The Dukes could probably contain him properly, but why would they risk it after they already lost Horacio?

Damien's power didn't make sense. When they were facing someone they couldn't understand, their first and only instinct was to make sure that person had no openings to exploit whatsoever.

And they did so perfectly.

Damien stood in the middle of their encirclement and tried to figure out a way out, but with the Existence barrier and his enemies teaming up to keep him contained, there was really nothing he could do.

'Unless I can kill them all and escape...'

It just wasn't possible.

The Grand Dukes were Gods stronger than Claire and Malefice. Damien was at the level of a Duke, sure, but even several Dukes together couldn't fight them.

The established hierarchy among the Foreign Nobility was absolute and unchanging.

'But it's not like I can give up here.'

Letting them have their way simply wasn't an option.

'Then I should just–'

BANG!

"Khhh!"

Damien gritted his teeth and grabbed his wrist, or rather, the stump where his hand was a second ago.

But why would he trust them to let her go after he died?

"Oh? Has it been established?"

Grand Duke Famas suddenly spoke, attracting Damien's attention.

Snap!

He snapped his fingers, summoning a mana projection in the air in front of Damien.

"I'm sure you were curious, so I made sure you'd be able to see for yourself."

As the projection cleared up and formed the picture being transmitted to it, Damien's eyes narrowed.

There she was.

His mother fighting against Malefice Straea.

She had three beasts in front of her, each serving a different purpose. Meanwhile, her enemy was zipping around like a sentient comet and fighting all three of them without breaking a sweat.

The battle was raging on quite spectacularly, but that wasn't Damien's focus.

The projection he was seeing...

It couldn't be Malefice Straea's work.

'There's someone else there.'

Another enemy in the vicinity.

'Someone she can't sense.'

Danger.

Huu...

Damien's breath was loud. In the silence of this place, it resounded and echoed as if to make everyone acknowledge its presence.

But that was the only reaction he showed.

He closed his eyes and steadied himself.

With every second that the projection continued, Damien got angrier.

And the angrier he got, the calmer his mind was.

There were only two questions he continued to ask himself. Two questions that ignored the concepts of "possibility" and "impossibility" in favor of rage.

Those two concepts didn't matter to Damien anymore.

Impossibility only existed if he allowed it to.

So there was really only one thing that mattered.

When was the last time he found himself as cornered as this?

And...

Just how long would he allow this to continue?