Chapter 29: Details of That Day

Laiyinmute walked along the stone path in the forest, the calls of birds reaching his ears.

He walked up to a tree and sat down, leaning against it.

In his mind, he carefully recalled the scene from that day.

Puromian grabbed Laan with one hand and placed him in front of himself.

The speed was so fast that neither the Sword Saint nor the Hero could react.

Two fierce attacks struck Laan’s body.

In an instant, half of Laan’s body was annihilated, and the other half had already disappeared.

His ribs and organs were exposed.

Although Laan was blocking in front of Puromian, he had still taken considerable damage.

Pff.

He vomited a mouthful of blood.

In Puromian’s red pupils, brutality and excitement surged.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and a voice without the slightest fluctuation came from his mouth.

“Good… very good.”

“Congratulations, you’ve really angered me.”

Dark red mist surged from Puromian’s body.

The wounds on his body from the earlier attacks had already healed.

Red viscous liquid climbed up from beside his feet.

When the red slime touched Puromian’s body, it hardened instantly, becoming similar to scales.

The slime gradually climbed over his whole body, and Puromian’s body was wrapped in those scales.

Red scale-like armor covered his entire body.

What should have been his fingers was now replaced by crimson claws.

The sword he had planted beside the Throne was now lifted by the red slime and grasped in his hand.

The corners of his mouth gradually pulled upward, forming an exaggerated arc.

A black half-mask covered his face.

The exposed pair of red pupils were eerie and bizarre.

Within them was excitement he could not hide.

From Laan, lying on the ground with half his body gone, streams of black miasma surged out.

His body was disintegrating and turning into that black miasma, which floated to Puromian’s chest and gradually gathered into…

A heart?

A violent heartbeat sounded in the air.

Thump, thump.

The Sword Saint Laiyinmute and the Hero Lahazhaer exchanged a glance and together held their swords upright before their chests.

Gray-white light bloomed from the Hero’s body, and the sword in his hand glittered brilliantly at that moment.

He thrust the sword into the ground and shouted loudly.

“I swear in the name of the Hero Lahazhaer.”

“Today, in the name of the God of Fate, I shall carry out the final crusade against the Demon King Puromian Aixius!”

The white light on his body gradually withdrew.

After it completely disappeared, silver armor clothed his body, and the sword in his hand also changed somewhat at that moment.

On the blade, two gems, one large and one small, had now been embedded.

One was white, and one was black.

He slightly raised his head.

Lahazhaer’s pupils had also changed from their original black to gray-white.

Laiyinmute smiled helplessly at the sight and thought,

‘How old is he, and he’s still so edgy.’

With a slight movement of his mind, ornate patterns emerged on his body.

The patterns glowed faintly and in an instant became a set of platinum-colored armor.

However, unlike Lahazhaer, the armor he wore was not of a practical type.

Instead, it looked like the decorative kind used in a church.

Laiyinmute and Lahazhaer looked at the Demon King before them, whose expression was already different from before.

Puromian looked at the two of them gravely at that moment.

The amusement in his eyes had vanished, replaced by caution.

“Heh heh, so you’re the chosen of those two.”

“No wonder you dared to come.”

“But this is as far as you go.”

The black heart merged into his body from the air, and the powerful aura around him multiplied by far more than several times at that moment.

His sword was held at his side.

The atmosphere of confrontation among them was already extremely tense.

Under the impact of three kinds of pressure, even the defensive formations had cracked.

Tap, tap, tap.

The sound of shoes stepping on the floor rang out in this tense environment.

Puromian took one step, two steps, three steps.

The distance between them grew closer and closer.

That extreme sense of oppression inevitably made him and the Hero tighten their grips on their swords.

They gave each other a hand signal.

Their speed was extremely fast.

In an instant, they appeared before Puromian.

Two swords thrust at him simultaneously.

Ding~

Puromian easily pinched the tips of both swords with his two hands.

The two tried to exert force, but found that the sword tips could not advance even half a bit no matter what.

Light blazed from their bodies, and their momentum grew stronger by several degrees.

The two pulled their swords free from the Demon King’s hands in one motion.

Their speed was extremely fast.

One sword, two swords, three swords.

The two moved faster and faster, until in the end there was more than just the two of them in the air.

In the places where they had appeared a second before, afterimages of their original selves were left behind.

“Hah~ boring.”

“You two are really weak.”

Puromian yawned.

Not even dust had touched his body.

He had originally wanted to test their depths, but who would have thought they could be so weak?

Now he was tired of playing.

The scale-like armor on his body writhed and condensed into two spikes.

Pff!

Laiyinmute and Lahazhaer violently vomited a large mouthful of blood.

Their divine armor was pierced through, and the pitch-black spikes emerged from their backs.

Puromian’s nose twitched slightly as he savored the smell of the blood of the gods’ chosen.

Under his control, the spikes pulled out of their bodies and returned before him.

The hand wrapped in claws dipped a fingertip into some blood and put it into his mouth to taste.

A pleased expression appeared on his face.

He said with a grin,

“Do you know?”

“I’ve killed more than a hundred chosen ones like you.”

“Your blood is my favorite thing.”

Puromian said this, but Laiyinmute had already somewhat lost consciousness at that moment.

Forcing himself to raise his head, he cast a healing spell on himself.

But perhaps the Demon King’s attack carried an effect similar to corrosion.

The flesh that had grown back was quickly devoured again.

Bright red blood flowed down from the bloody holes and dripped onto the ground.

The armor was stained blood-red, somewhat ruining its beauty.

Pff.

The two vomited another large mouthful of blood.

The spikes being pulled out caused too much secondary damage to them.

A hideous scar and bloody hole appeared on Laiyinmute’s chest.

Lahazhaer was somewhat better.

Only his right abdomen had been pierced through, which was not really a particularly fatal wound.

He stood up and walked two steps forward, wiping away the large smear of blood at the corner of his mouth.

His eyes slightly closed.

He chanted something under his breath.

Puromian lifted his sword and in an instant arrived before him.

With cold eyes, he swung his sword upward.

“Tch… I can’t let you interfere with him.”

Laiyinmute looked at the armor split open on his chest and simply discarded it.

The armor fell to the ground with a clattering sound.

The light on the sword in his hand had already faded.

Puromian laughed, laughed so madly as if he had seen something hilarious.

Tears even came out from the corners of his eyes from laughing.

“Hahahahaha, you?”

“What makes you think you can stop me?”

“Even when you wear the Divine Armor, you’re nothing but a stray dog before me.”

“What difference is there between you now and a crippled dog?”

Laiyinmute closed his eyes, emptied his mind, and stood motionless in place.

Puromian laughed and slashed at him with his sword.

Clang.

He revealed a shocked expression.

Laiyinmute had not only blocked his attack but also…

“Impossible, impossible, you… trash!!”

Puromian touched the impossibly shallow cut on his face and fell into a rage.

Laiyinmute’s eyes opened, full of mockery, and he finally lightly said,

“I know you’re in a hurry, but don’t be.”

“It’s about time.”

He stepped back half a step, revealing Lahazhaer, whom he had been shielding.

A black-and-white pillar of light descended from the sky and covered his whole body.

Puromian’s pupils widened.

“Impossible!”

“Impossible!”

“You were clearly held in check by the Deity.”

“How could you descend?!”

Lahazhaer spoke.

A cold male voice came from his mouth.

“It’s only a shell being dealt with.”

“This much isn’t troublesome.”

“After I finish with you, I still have to go back.”

With a slight movement of his hand, the Demon King Puromian was annihilated entirely.

His red pupils were full of unwillingness.

But at the end, Laiyinmute detected a trace of… a mocking expression.

And also the aura in the palm of his own hand.

His patron had made a move.

Except he himself did not know what the Deity had done.