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Even for Krytina, each attempt to extract from her body would be extremely taxing and wouldn't last long. Otherwise, the Demon Lord's time-stopping ability would have been a long time ago.
Currently, Kletina is already on the verge of her limit, and the symptoms of the magical backlash have become so severe that they are uncontrollable.
"Oh no... Lady Mia's power has lingered in my body for too long, causing a backlash. If I don't return it soon, this won't do! I must find Lady Mia! Mino! I have to stay close to him!!!"
Without bothering to figure out how Mino had acquired the power to escape the Demon King's castle, Swell had a vague feeling that Mino and those humans were not on the same side.
Then there is still hope!
As long as Mino isn't on their side, there's still hope!
"Apophis, lock onto Hero Mino! Take all the demons and catch up with Hero Mino immediately!!!"
Magic flowed out, gently lifting Kleitina, and Svir commanded in a deep voice.
Behind them, they could already sense the constantly circulating aura of magic and holy power. As both were non-human beings, the neurotoxin had the least effect on the magic sword and Apophis.
"Now? Everyone?" Apophis's sword aura was somewhat solemn, but he didn't immediately do as instructed. Instead, he cautiously reminded them:
"But that hero of sin is about to arrive..."
"Ignore it!!!"
Having already grasped the whole "truth," Swell interrupted hastily:
"That hero of sin won't be coming!"
Since all the actions of the human kingdom were a smokescreen, the hero of sin could not possibly be as arrogant and reckless as he appeared, and could not possibly have actually stormed the Demon King's castle alone.
But... the book paused slightly, and Swell, knowing the importance of the Demon King's Castle, glanced over it.
Behind Apophis, whose breathing had already stabilized, were Migo, who had recovered from her monster form, and Fim, whose limbs were still slightly stiff.
Swail quickly repeated:
"Lord Fim, you will stay and guard the Demon King's castle!"
"let's go!!!"
The spatial rift opened again, projecting towards a demonic realm—
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Chapter 338 I am being tortured
A rich spatial power descended upon the space.
A flash of light.
Gathered around, the black mages' cursed daggers, burning with pitch-black flames, hovered in mid-air.
"What's happening here?"
A hesitant voice came from the mouth of a dark sorcerer.
They were prepared to carry out the orders of that great chief absolutely. Once the super-dimensional array lit up, the fragile former hero Mino was teleported to the altar.
They wouldn't give him any chance; with these daggers coated in poison and curses, they would stab the hero into a pincushion!
Even afterwards, they still had to follow that person's instructions.
Use the highest level of explosive magic to whip the dead corpse a hundred times over.
The magic was exhausted, and the hero was reduced to ashes before it could stop.
At that time, the hero's blood will flow across the altar, and they will complete the dark operation to assassinate the hero, while simultaneously summoning the great abyssal demon...
That's how it should be.
The Mage Squad 2.0 all lowered their heads, their eyes filled with confusion:
—At the center of the massive magic circle, a limp creature appeared on the dark altar.
Its large, dark eyes darted around blankly, staring at the unfamiliar surroundings. The familiar, gentle figure had suddenly vanished. Its panicked pupils looked around frantically, gradually becoming shrouded in a hazy mist.
"Ting...Na...?"
What was teleported was a tiny, black-haired, black-eyed demon.
"Humans?" "No, they're demons." A cacophony of voices rose in discussion.
Although the tiny demonic horns were hidden in her hair, making Mia look exactly like an ordinary human toddler, dark mages at close range could still recognize the horns. Besides, it's impossible for a human to have both black hair and black eyes at the same time.
But none of this matters.
The question is: Where did the hero Mino go?
"Is there...is something wrong?" the leading black mage asked hesitantly. "That's why the hero couldn't be teleported out?"
Another dark mage beside him immediately retorted, "Impossible. That lord's magic couldn't have failed. There must be... some intention behind it."
"You mean, the strongest hero in human history, Mino Lake, has now turned into a black-haired loli?"
"Hiss, it's not impossible—!"
The wind on the altar made her skin feel cold, and Mia hurriedly huddled up.
Looking at the many more humans surrounding him than ever before, his body trembled uncontrollably.
She couldn't quite understand the hoarse, noisy discussions, but the dense, dark gazes seemed to be stalking her like knives.
The heat in my body gradually dissipated, and for the first time, fear filled my eyes, causing large tears to well up in them.
"Bang... bang bang...?"
The young demon's voice elicited no emotion from anyone. The dark mages' eyes were devoid of any emotion, as if they were discussing a lifeless object.
There is only one problem now.
To kill or not to kill?
"The Chief's orders are absolute."
The somewhat withered-looking dark mage parted the ranks and coldly glanced at the chunks of meat on the altar:
"Regardless, that lord's order is: kill the teleported creature the moment the magic circle takes effect!"
"All we need to do is execute."
The sounds from the crowd vanished completely, the air became eerily silent, and countless figures paused for a moment, followed by... icy gazes falling upon him.
Mia's pupils twitched in terror. She couldn't understand it; her body grew cold and weak, and she vaguely sensed:
That most familiar and comforting warmth is constantly fading away, taking the whole world with it, and abandoning me once again.
Fear and terror coursed through my limbs, and the hazy fog completely blurred my vision.
Unable to hold back her tears any longer, Mia burst into tears.
"Ughhhhhh! Ughhhhhh! Ughhhhhhh!!!"
The cries echoed across the wilderness, mercilessly shattered by the cruel, demonic wind, dissipating onto the land stained with blood and withered bones.
"It's so noisy, let's get started."
One of the dark sorcerers raised his dagger first, glancing indifferently at his companions on either side and smiling nonchalantly:
"Anyway, it's not like we haven't done it before."
These mages who have fallen into darkness have been hiding on the edge of the demon realm for many years to escape the pursuit of the human kingdoms. Their minds and mentality have long been distorted to varying degrees.
In this region filled with darkness.
Their only pleasure is probably torturing and killing weak monsters for amusement.
They consider themselves noble beings who transcend humanity and regard demons as lowly species. They often use their filthy magic to infiltrate demon realms and steal young demons for torture and experimentation.
We need to thank the fact that the first line of defense has been contracted during this period, which has given them a lot more freedom of movement. They have also increased the frequency of their operations recently, and some of them have even been noticed by the demons, which is why they have become more restrained.
They had tortured and killed countless young demons, but this was the first time they had ever seen one come to them like this.
"If you have to blame someone, blame your bad luck."
The dark sorcerer made his pronouncement with a hint of excitement, raising his gleaming dagger high and intimidatingly approaching the young demon before him.
Tears streamed down the terrified, innocent face. The little demon, curled up and trembling, scraped his fingers on the edge of the altar in his panic. Crimson blood rolled out with his wailing cries, buzzing in his ears and shaking the entire sky.
The black magician's lips curled into a pleased smile as he watched this artistic scene unfold, before bringing down his dagger.
Pfft——!
The sound of a precise piercing into the heart, followed by flesh and blood bursting forth.
The smile froze on his face, replaced by deep astonishment.
The dark mage lowered his head, looking at the sword tip covered with intricate holy runes that had appeared on his chest. His eyes showed a final trace of bewilderment before turning completely gray.
The stench of blood lingered in the air for a long time.
With a thud, the lifeless corpse fell straight to the ground. The surrounding dark mages scattered in terror, staring at the figure that had suddenly appeared by the altar.
"It's him……"
The leading black magician saw the original target clearly, but his eyes became even more suspicious and uncertain.
With a gulp, he subconsciously swallowed and asked the figure:
"Hero, what... what happened to you?"
The reputation of being the strongest hero prevented him from changing his mind, which explains why he asked that question; at that moment, Mino seemed more like a terrifying monster than a human.
The bluish-purple veins bulged menacingly all over his body, and thorny brambles pierced through his muscular limbs, like roses drinking fresh blood growing from his body.
Mino's skin was a deep red that did not belong to humans, resembling a wild beast that was frantically suppressing something, and a painful sound like a groan came from deep in his throat.
The surrounding dark mages felt a chill run down their spines, and even their wands and daggers became difficult to hold.
At this moment, the "monster" in the center of the altar finally spoke.
"Can't you see?"
An eerie tone rose and fell in the air. The warrior's body convulsed strangely. He opened his mouth, and a hideous rose burst from his throat, bringing with it thick blood and the fragrance of roses. His muscles trembled violently, and the veins on his face bulged and creaked, making a chilling crackling sound.
What turned out was a pair of cold, bloodshot eyes:
"I'm being tortured—"