I will be a demon in this life!-Chapter 238

As he walked, the dark robe covering the Crackler turned to dust, revealing the appearance of a demonized human wearing dark gray clothing, whose skin had turned dark blue, with several horns on his head and more than eight sinister eyes randomly placed on the Crackler’s face, which at that moment was flooded with evil and deep murderous intentions.

Explosion!

A sinister spear was thrown, kicking up dirt destructively as it flew through the air.

Explosion!

Everything around shook, and the battle between the soldiers came to a halt. Some imperial soldiers tried to survive the impact of the devastating powers, but the shock waves turned most of them into bloody pulp or less than that. only those with power above the "Middle Level" of the sixth spiritual core or the "Middle Level" of the sixth mana circle managed to resist, using most of their strength to retreat. On the other hand, in the army of the Presial kingdom, only those soldiers whom Mephistopheles wanted to survive had survived, which was something Prince Absab was unaware of.

Prince Absab blocked with precision and a steady gaze the attacks coming from the sinister and powerful spear that seemed to have its own murderous intent, while also blocking the precise attacks that the paladin continued to make.

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"He wants to resist until their power is completely burned out. It’s a smart idea, if you’re sure of the power that the unknown force gives you, but it’s stupid to trust strangers," concluded Mephistopheles, who was curious about the extent of the power of beings with power equivalent to the eighth demonic rank.

At that moment, there were no military camps left; all the structures had been destroyed, with one exception: King Sition Brooks’ military tent, from which Mephistopheles was observing the battle that had enveloped the surrounding area in obvious devastation, where the hostile environment was shrouded in thick clouds of dust and residual energy.

Prince Absab’s halberd blocked the paladin’s sword with the upper end that held the main weapon, hooking it, and with the lower end, where there was only a pointed golden tip, he blocked the sinister spear.

Prince Absab concentrated powerful demonic energy as he spun the metal bar of the halberd on its own axis, breaking the paladin’s silver sword and causing him to retreat immediately. but the violent Crepitante did not retreat. Using most of his magical and demonic power, he stabbed the prince in the face with his spear, launching a devastating attack that headed toward the Presial kingdom’s camp, devastating it even further.

There was blood on the tip of the spear. Prince Absab glared furiously at the Crackler with his right eye as he swung his halberd upward without restraint.

The body of the Crackler, who had already exhausted most of his strength, was cut in two, and the devastating energy transformed him into flesh scattered around the area.

The golden paladin already knew he had lost, but he still did not give up and jumped with his broken sword toward Prince Absab.

Fed up with the empire, and thinking that his entire army had been wiped out, the prince unleashed a powerful horizontal slash of demonic energy that pulverized the paladin and devastated everything in its path.

As the slash approached the few imperial soldiers who had managed to retreat, another paladin with blue hair and green eyes wielded his silver dual swords and, with his white aura burning every last drop of his power and life, made two aura slashes.

Explosion!

In the distant cities closest to the battlefield, a tremor was felt that threatened to bring down buildings, but the power was such that, although not with the same intensity, it was felt throughout the Presial kingdom, the neighboring kingdoms, and a quarter of the empire’s territory.

At that moment, using his enhanced perception with demonic power, Prince Absab was able to verify that nearly 4,000 of his soldiers had survived.

But the prince, who correctly deduced that the survival of his soldiers was the work of Mephistopheles, did not have time to thank him because he felt that his power had reached the "peak" of the eighth demonic rank.

This time he did not even feel frustrated, so as a token of gratitude to Mephistopheles, he did not hesitate to follow the demon’s will.

Explosion!

A horizontal slash of pure demonic energy swept away everything in its path until it reached the golden, crackling paladins, the deputy commanders, and Commander Davis Roberson, who had escaped in vain. However, the demonic power that reduced those imperialists who escaped to dust also reached the nearest cities, completely destroying them.

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"So this is a sample of the potential of the eighth rank’s ’peak point’. I knew it was a terrifying power after reading that book and experiencing some vivid dreams. But seeing it in action and witnessing the results is still surprising. Now I understand why they currently call the ninth rank a transcendental level, but it’s still not enough," Mephistopheles waved his left hand and all the dust in the environment was compressed against the ground, leaving a clear environment, and almost all the residual demonic and magical energy was absorbed again by Mephistopheles, who was no longer at the top of the military tent, which still remained intact.

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A few minutes earlier, two golden paladins had been standing at a safe distance, but they moved away just before Prince Absab launched his devastating attack. In addition to the golden paladins, there was also a Crackler dressed in a dark robe that fluttered in the wind as he moved away from the battlefield.

The Crackler, with long blood-red hair, wore a black mask that covered his face.

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Mephistopheles, who had sensed the presence of the golden paladins and the Crackler, decided to stealthily follow the Crackler, because he had noticed that the Crackler also used one of those sinister weapons made from demon remains, just like the subordinates of the individual who had created the projection of that powerful tower.

The main objective was to find clues about that group of humans and destroy them if he had the chance; otherwise, he would use the information he could acquire to crush them in the future.

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On the battlefield, some of the surviving soldiers celebrated, others remained silent, and a minority of soldiers even questioned whether the empire’s claim that the Presial Kingdom was conspiring with demons was true.

In the military tent that had remained intact, the surviving commanders were silent, the atmosphere somewhat tense.

Marzon saw the bandaged wound on his pupil’s left eye. He didn’t care whether or not the prince had used demonic energy; he had known the prince since Absab was just a child and knew him to be a trustworthy person.

"Your Majesty, we have won the victory." Despite his clearly superior power, Abab bowed respectfully before his father.

King Sition looked inquiringly at his son and commanded him in a firm voice:

"Commander Absab, explain yourself."