HBWnovel Chapter 92: The Demon Cult (1)
Chapter 92: The Demon Cult (1)
Chapter 92: The Demon Cult (1)
Within Amon's soul, the battle lasted for a long time. However, in the outside world, barely a few seconds had passed. Leon and Horus were still genuinely worried about the young man pierced by the remnants of the crimson blade. Amon's future wife, on the other hand, was smiling with pride.
'There's no way the Blood Demon can overwhelm Amon's soul.'
Yue was confident, and she had every right to be.
In the future, Amon will become humanity's greatest hero. A man who would bear the weight of a species on his shoulders and a hero who would go face-to-face with a Demon King. No way in hell would such a hero lose to a mere Blood Demon.
And she was right.
Amon regained consciousness within seconds and calmly pulled out the tip of the crimson blade fragment and dropped it on the ground. Looking seemingly uninterested in the item, he stepped on the final remnants of the crimson blade and burnt it with his Solar mana.
With Qyriwirth's soul destroyed, the unbreakable sword was now a mere fraction of its past power. Dissipating away like the final embers of an evening bonfire, the crimson blade returned to ash... much like its master.
"Amon! Are you alright?"
"Yeah," the young Knight replied by rubbing his forehead. "The Blood Demon's soul was destroyed long ago, so there's no need to worry."
"A-Are you sure? I-I'm sorry if I had been more precise, y-you..."
"Don't blame yourself, Leon. You did well."
Amon gestured him off with a wry smile. Knowing the self-righteous boy, warped thoughts would form in his mind if Amon didn't reassure him. Hence, he tapped on Leon's shoulder and continued to give affirmation.
"Without your help, we wouldn't have defeated the Blood Demon. So, thank you."
"..."
Leon remained silent. No one could tell what was flowing in his mind, and no one had the sense to think about it. After all, they had just trounced the Blood Demon, an undeniable threat to humanity and a monster that could have killed millions.
The seasoned Horus Solaris was the only person who had even half a mind to think. Stepping forward, he approached Amon with a kind yet stern voice and said:
"Amon, you have achieved a great deed. Your courage will be reported to the Patriarch, who'll decide on your reward."
"..."
Amon scrunched up, clearly not amused by Horus' idea. Truthfully, he wished for this incident to be swept under the rug or for Leon to claim all the rewards. However, neither Horus nor Leon would accept that. Nonetheless, he couldn't outright reject it.
"... It's my honour."
Similarly, Horus tapped on Amon's shoulder to encourage him. However, rather than fully praising the boy, the Pillar Knight leaned in and whispered in a soft voice that only he could hear:
"I agree; it's not time to reveal your full strength. But I'm glad to witness such a luminary be born into the Solaris House."
"..."
Amon remained silent, not knowing what to reply. Evidently, the fight between the Blood Demon and himself wasn't entirely isolated, and Horus could sense hints of Amon's actual power. Freezing up, Amon paused as he watched the Pillar Knight walk far away to tend to his Griffin.
It seems... like it was going to be an awkward flight home.
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A forgotten cave existed deep underneath the ocean, where no human could thrive. During years past, the cave acted as a sanctuary for nomads and weary travellers, resting there to seek shelter from the elements. However, as time progressed and the water levels rose, the cave was submerged hundreds of metres down, making it impossible for humans to enter.
Taking charge of the situation, the swordsman gestured to the duo and made them take their seats. Samael raised his chin and looked down on Ravenna, only for the woman to shake her head and exit the dispute defeated. Wearing a smug expression, Samael sat on the opposite end of the swordsman while Ravenna sat beside him.
"Lord Malachi, why have we been summoned to this meeting? An Apostle-only meeting no less?"
Ravenna asked with curious eyes. This was the first time in years that the Prophet had summoned the highest-ranking members of the Demon Cult together, so it was natural that she was curious.
"How would I dare guess the Prophet's intentions? We are here to serve his will."
Unfortunately, it was quickly shut down by the swordsman, who just closed his eyes and gave a curt answer. Seeing Ravenna shut down again, the handsome man laughed out loud and said:
"You can't expect the old man to give you anything, Ravenna! He's a loyal dog, through and through!"
"Careful now, Samael. You may be an Apostle, but if you attempt to tarnish my honour..."
"What would you do?"
The two demonic humans stared at each other, one with a cold smile and the other with an angry frown. Both were monsters and powerhouses that could bring down the entire headquarters with their strength. So, one could only imagine the damage they would face if they crossed fists.
Fortunately, that doomsday scenario wasn't going to happen.
"... what's with the atmosphere?"
Another serene voice echoed in the hall, prompting all three Apostles to turn their heads to the entrance—an enigmatic beauty sashayed into the chamber wearing modest but regal clothing. Captivating to the eye, her strikingly platinum blonde hair was an eyecatcher, shimmering and glowing with an ethereal lustre.
Her appearance was otherworldly, too. Not looking a day over thirty, she preserved her astonishing good looks. Beautiful with rosy lips and perfect contours, the woman's face was just as perfect as a marbled statue. Tall with an athletic build, the woman poised herself with elegance. Every step she took was calculated in her temptress ways, adding to her otherworldly allure.
It wasn't just her appearance. The scent she wore tingled with men's senses, tempting them to strike and claim her as their own. She hid most of her porcelain white skin, but the bits she couldn't conceal drew most men to ogle, some doing it with more apparent desire than others.
Case in point.
"Isadora, my lady."
Samael stood up with a lascivious smile and stepped towards the newcomer.
"I've never seen you in a while. Have you been avoiding me?"
"Ara, how smart. But can you blame me? Who would stay in a room with a bitch in heat like you?"
"Your words are venomous, baby! But I like it!"
The young man attempted to step forward but was stopped by a laser beam. The beam struck Samael's feet, drawing a distinct line that separated them.
"Step over that line, and I'll send you to hell."
"Oh? Why don't I send you to heaven first?"
"... you have a death wish?"
Isadora was incensed. She had been moody all week due to her recent failures, and now, her compatriot was openly harassing her. Like her comrades, she was a top-ranking Apostle in the Demon Cult. Her personal strength was not low; in fact, it was on the higher spectrum. For the young blood who only knew how to think with his lower half, it was an insult she could not endure.
"Ah, this is why I dislike attending Apostle meetings."
Ravenna openly sighed and braced herself for impact.