Chapter 65
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The demon, which could no longer exist due to the incomplete ritual, was again pushed to the other side of the world. Going back beyond the burning hell, he eventually left behind the seed of darkness.
Dark magic surged from the body of the Rotting Grasp. It broke through even the pressure of the World Tree and flew to the sky, spread in all directions.
Whoosh!
The demon’s body disappeared as if burned with dark red demonic flames, but no one was happy.
They won against the demon, but Ivan was crushed by a sense of defeat.
“His consciousness was blocked, but he accomplished his purpose. What a futile conclusion.”
The demon appeared and disappeared for a brief moment, but it was clear that the dimensional barrier had weakened a lot.
The balance of the world has shifted a little more towards the dark side.
“The devil has been driven out. That’s enough. We just have to push him back to hell again if he reappears.”
Saying so, Philane Graywood turned his head. He was looking at the Fairy Legion approaching here.
The armor of the Fairy Legion was dirty, and the shield was dented. The faces of the expressionless elves were also full of tired signs.
As the enemy’s power was concentrated on them, it seemed that they had been fighting a fierce battle. They seemed to have decreased compared to the first time Ivan saw them.
It was largely due to the unexpected fall in the beginning and not receiving the power of the World Tree. Elves that are connected to the World Tree have a stronger combat power than those that are not.
Of course, the priests of the Kundara Temple were the same. Of those who set out with the will to eradicate evil, only half of them are left.
“It was a tough fight.”
At Ivan’s words, Philane Greywood nodded slowly.
“It was an honorable death. We will remember them.”
Death. Is there really such a thing as honor in death?
Ivan had seen many deaths during his time, but death was always futile. Whether it was a fierce death, cruel death, or noble death.
“I couldn’t even drink properly.”
His mouth is bitter. Someone’s death has always been like that.
It will be painful for a few days, and then it will be erased in time. It made him more distressed since he is so accustomed to it.
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The demon, which could no longer exist due to the incomplete ritual, was again pushed to the other side of the world. Going back beyond the burning hell, he eventually left behind the seed of darkness.
Dark magic surged from the body of the Rotting Grasp. It broke through even the pressure of the World Tree and flew to the sky, spread in all directions.
Whoosh!
The demon’s body disappeared as if burned with dark red demonic flames, but no one was happy.
They won against the demon, but Ivan was crushed by a sense of defeat.
“His consciousness was blocked, but he accomplished his purpose. What a futile conclusion.”
The demon appeared and disappeared for a brief moment, but it was clear that the dimensional barrier had weakened a lot.
The balance of the world has shifted a little more towards the dark side.
“The devil has been driven out. That’s enough. We just have to push him back to hell again if he reappears.”
Saying so, Philane Graywood turned his head. He was looking at the Fairy Legion approaching here.
The armor of the Fairy Legion was dirty, and the shield was dented. The faces of the expressionless elves were also full of tired signs.
As the enemy’s power was concentrated on them, it seemed that they had been fighting a fierce battle. They seemed to have decreased compared to the first time Ivan saw them.
It was largely due to the unexpected fall in the beginning and not receiving the power of the World Tree. Elves that are connected to the World Tree have a stronger combat power than those that are not.
Of course, the priests of the Kundara Temple were the same. Of those who set out with the will to eradicate evil, only half of them are left.
“It was a tough fight.”
At Ivan’s words, Philane Greywood nodded slowly.
“It was an honorable death. We will remember them.”
Death. Is there really such a thing as honor in death?
Ivan had seen many deaths during his time, but death was always futile. Whether it was a fierce death, cruel death, or noble death.
“I couldn’t even drink properly.”
His mouth is bitter. Someone’s death has always been like that.
It will be painful for a few days, and then it will be erased in time. It made him more distressed since he is so accustomed to it.
The demon, which could no longer exist due to the incomplete ritual, was again pushed to the other side of the world. Going back beyond the burning hell, he eventually left behind the seed of darkness.Dark magic surged from the body of the Rotting Grasp. It broke through even the pressure of the World Tree and flew to the sky, spread in all directions.Whoosh!The demon's body disappeared as if burned with dark red demonic flames, but no one was happy.They won against the demon, but Ivan was crushed by a sense of defeat.His consciousness was blocked, but he accomplished his purpose. What a futile conclusion.The demon appeared and disappeared for a brief moment, but it was clear that the dimensional barrier had weakened a lot.The balance of the world has shifted a little more towards the dark side.The devil has been driven out. That's enough. We just have to push him back to hell again if he reappears.Saying so, Philane Graywood turned his head. He was looking at the Fairy Legion approaching here.The armor of the Fairy Legion was dirty, and the shield was dented. The faces of the expressionless elves were also full of tired signs.As the enemy's power was concentrated on them, it seemed that they had been fighting a fierce battle. They seemed to have decreased compared to the first time Ivan saw them.It was largely due to the unexpected fall in the beginning and not receiving the power of the World Tree. Elves that are connected to the World Tree have a stronger combat power than those that are not.Of course, the priests of the Kundara Temple were the same. Of those who set out with the will to eradicate evil, only half of them are left.It was a tough fight.At Ivan's words, Philane Greywood nodded slowly.It was an honorable death. We will remember them.Death. Is there really such a thing as honor in death?Ivan had seen many deaths during his time, but death was always futile. Whether it was a fierce death, cruel death, or noble death.I couldn't even drink properly.His mouth is bitter. Someone's death has always been like that.It will be painful for a few days, and then it will be erased in time. It made him more distressed since he is so accustomed to it.
