Chapter 69: The Art of Bombardment

Erulanus felt as if he were about to explode with rage.

As a noble demon lord at the peak of the fifth rank,

he had been sealed along with the demon hive for thousands of years.

Those long years had brought his soul into its twilight years.

In his twilight years, it was impossible for him to advance on his own.

He could only borrow other powers to advance to the sixth rank and extend his lifespan.

Then, with his extended lifespan, he could enter his middle years, giving him the capital to break through to the seventh rank.

Although he knew that borrowing that evil power to advance would consume some of his potential,

if he didn't do it, his potential would be buried outright, with no room to manifest.

Thus, he contacted the Church of the Evil God, exchanging for a large amount of resources, and combined them with his own hoarded resources, intending to build an altar and then offer a one-time sacrifice to gain power and complete his advancement.

After all, everyone knew that once the power of such an evil altar radiated for long, it would attract people. He also feared that delays would lead to trouble.

But no matter how much he calculated, he never expected the evil god he had contacted to be so greedy.

The value of the offerings had more than doubled compared to thousands of years ago.

"You fucking raised the price!"

Erulanus cursed furiously in his heart.

But no matter how much he stamped his feet, Erulanus had no choice; the offerings were insufficient—that was the fact.

And since the offerings had already been invested, there was no getting them back. Never in this life.

The only thing he could do was to quickly gather a large number of offerings and throw them in to complete the ritual.

Otherwise, whether it was the consumption of offerings by the altar's power over time or the towering blood aura that might attract powerful enemies, his ritual would be a complete failure.

So Erulanus ordered his two minions to guard the altar while he went out to quickly find offerings.

With those two not-weak demon minions, he believed they could handle most of the creatures attracted.

The more he feared something, the more it came.

It was only the third day.

Erulanus sensed that his two minions were dead.

With both minions dead, the altar was likely either damaged or taken advantage of.

Burning with rage, Erulanus didn't even bother looting the half-killed merchant ship; he turned around and flew at top speed toward the altar's location.

But no matter how fast, it would still take ten to twenty minutes.

This made Erulanus's mind increasingly anxious, every second feeling as long as an hour.

Finally...

The long time passed.

The altar island was right before his eyes.

And at that moment, Erulanus's heart was like dead ashes, his body ice-cold.

The towering bloody radiance was gone; all his efforts had turned to ashes.

And on the island, a luster like a star gem shone brightly.

Even with his eyes closed, Erulanus could sense the angel's aura.

Through layers of mist,

Erulanus, with a massive body of seven meters, slowly emerged from the darkness.

Darkness and cold enveloped him, eeriness and distortion following like shadows.

"You again!"

Erulanus's voice carried a hint of hoarseness, while more anger was deeply suppressed.

Last time, one of his minions was killed by this angel.

And the time before that, too.

Originally, he had five minions.

And now, not a single one remained—all because of this angel.

Before, he had discussed with several other demon lords about joining forces to kill this angel, but unfortunately, they couldn't reach an agreement.

Otherwise, this angel would have been dismembered long ago.

"You are guilty!"

The angel's words seemed like a supreme judgment, majestic and vast, full of righteousness.

"Guilty my ass!"

Already furious beyond measure, Erulanus was completely enraged by these words, letting out a hysterical roar of fury.

A surging, bloody aura of slaughter wildly bloomed in the deep night.

"Die!"

Erulanus charged forward in a frenzy.

If he didn't kill this damned angel today, he would never let it go.

Carona, who had been secretly gathering power, immediately slashed through the mist with her sword.

If she could help it, Carona would not want to face such a peak fifth-rank demon lord alone.

Demon lords and angels were both crown-rank beings.

And he was fifth rank, while she was only fourth rank; in a prolonged battle, she would be the one to die.

Fortunately, she was not alone.

Boom!

The sword light clashed with Erulanus's dark nether claw.

Erulanus only stepped back a little.

While Carona retreated over ten meters.

The gap in strength was clear.

Light restrains darkness, but darkness also restrains light.

"Today you... roar..."

Just as he was about to roar again and attack, Erulanus let out a miserable scream and quickly dodged.

"Damn it... there's someone else, you despicable angel."

As Erulanus screamed and dodged, a fist-sized hole pierced through his spirit body and soul at his head.

Then,

Pfft!

Pfft!

Pfft!

...

Dense sounds rang out one after another.

Erulanus, dodging quickly, kept screaming. The bizarre attack was terrifyingly fast, and with the shameless angel attacking from the side,

he couldn't dodge in time.

Each shot pierced his body with precision, no matter how fast he moved.

Moreover, the power of these attacks was considerable; even though he had his nether cloth to block, they still pierced his body, causing partial annihilation of his soul and spirit.

If enough of these attacks landed, they could directly kill him.

After ten consecutive shots,

the energy of the Dark Inscription Arcane Channel was depleted.

At that moment, the fifth-rank demon lord had ten huge holes punched into his body by Gune, even piercing through his nether cloth.

Not a single bullet missed, but the damage, in Gune's view, wasn't as impressive as he had imagined. Still, being able to pierce the demon lord's body was quite good.

The next moment, a powerful locking spell was bound deep in Erulanus's soul.

And at the same time, Erulanus finally spotted the treacherous human who had ambushed him.

It was a human, exuding a bloody aura.

"Die!" Erulanus shook off the angel Carona and charged at the human at full speed.

This human was a spellcaster or some ranged profession; he had to be killed first.

The massive demon lord charged forward in fury.

Gune felt the darkness of the world pressing down on him, suffocating him.

"Die!"

The moment Gune locked onto the target with the Soul-Fixing Ring Curse,

the Annihilating Small Thunderflame Curse erupted at a terrifying speed of thirty curses per second.

Zzzzzzzz...

Dense, interwoven small thunderflame curses, guided by the Soul-Fixing Ring Curse, bloomed wildly toward Erulanus.

A fourth-rank high-level curse—its power went without saying.

Moreover, Gune had now advanced to fourth rank, making its power even greater than before.

With the stacking of thirty curses per second,

even a demon lord might not withstand it.

Lightning like dragons, brilliant as stars.

The art of curse eruption bloomed to its fullest on the body of this peak fifth-rank demon lord.