With his Combat Class breaking through 50,000, the pressure naturally radiating from Lucifer’s body had become tangible.
He did not spare another glance toward the ruins, his pitch-black eyes reflecting the eternally gloomy sky of the Demon Realm, as if what he had just crushed was nothing more than a group of insignificant insects.
“This…
this is impossible!!” Elder Shaloria struggled to pull her upper body from beneath the buried broken wood and rubble.
Her gorgeous dark red dress was in tatters, her pale, beautiful face covered in dust and blood.
Her ice-purple eyes were now bloodshot from extreme horror and magical backlash, staring fixedly at that imposing black figure.
“In an instant…
you increased your power by this much?!
Just what kind of monster are you?!”
Her voice was hoarse and broken, trembling with disbelief and an inability to accept the reality.
In just a short moment, from being evenly matched to being blown away by his aura, to now facing this new pressure from him that was as vast as an abyss and made her soul feel suffocated…
this speed of power escalation completely overturned her understanding.
Lucifer turned a deaf ear to her questioning, not even bothering to cast a glance in her direction.
He slowly raised his right hand and gripped the hilt of the replica “kirato” hanging at his waist.
The moment his fingertips touched the cold hilt, a wisp of the 46,000 magical power surging within him like a tsunami naturally separated and flowed into the blade as easily as moving his own arm.
Clang—!
The black sword was unsheathed, without any earth-shattering momentum, only a clear and long-lasting sword hum, as if even the surrounding air resonated and submitted to it.
Lucifer held the sword with both hands, raising the blade level to his chest, his pitch-black eyes gazing at the continuous, craggy mountains ahead that belonged to the vampire camp.
His movements were slow and relaxed, as if he were not about to destroy something, but rather performing a solemn ritual.
Then, with the blade facing forward, he gently slashed horizontally.
There was no dazzling sword light, no roaring sword energy.
There was only a thin, almost transparent black line, as delicate as a cicada’s wing, extending from the tip of the sword, advancing silently and at a speed that surpassed the capture of human vision.
The next moment—
Rumble—!!!
The entire mountaintop, along with the remaining tents, scorched earth, craggy rocks, and even the scattered vampires who had luckily survived the previous battle and were now fleeing in terror…
everything was neatly sliced in two along an absolutely horizontal trajectory the moment that black line swept past!
The upper half of the mountain paused slightly, then, pulled by gravity, slowly tilted and slid along the mirror-smooth cut surface, finally collapsing and rolling into the abyss with the force of a thunderbolt, stirring up dust and a roar that blocked out the sky.
Beneath the cut was a rock cross-section that was blindingly new. This chapter was copied from g.com without permission.
One sword, slicing a mountain.
Elder Shaloria, along with the other survivors in the camp, did not even have time to scream before they became history along with the collapsing mountain.
Absolute violence brought absolute silence.
The dust slowly permeated the air.
Lucifer sheathed his sword, his gaze sweeping over the vampire corpses scattered everywhere, exposed by the mountain’s collapse.
He shook his head slightly, a trace of imperceptible regret flashing through his pitch-black eyes.
“What a pity.”
Absorbing the magical power of those elite warriors had already made him feel a faint, throbbing pain in his meridians.
The newly generated magical power was surging and colliding within his blood vessels, and his muscles and bones were emitting faint groans.
This was a sign that his Physical Strength could not temporarily fully bear and tame the suddenly surging magical power.
If he were to forcibly absorb the magical power of these ordinary vampires again, he was afraid he would truly “overeat,” leading to an unstable foundation, or even damage this precious Primordial Demon God body.
However, waste was not his style.
With a thought, he took out from his bosom the black spatial orb that Andura had once used to present “Engolas.”
The orb spun faintly in his palm, its surface luster restrained.
“Andura…
he really is a ‘thoughtful’ ‘good person’.” Lucifer whispered to himself, the corners of his mouth curling into a cold, temperatureless arc.
Injecting magical power, the black orb’s light slightly increased, and an invisible suction force enveloped the corpses scattered around.
Each vampire corpse, whether complete or incomplete, was pulled by this force, flying into the air, rapidly shrinking, and turning into streams of light that disappeared into the orb.
In the blink of an eye, the battlefield was cleared.
The internal space of this orb seemed quite large, enough to temporarily serve as a “warehouse.”
It might be useful in the future, or he could analyze its spatial principles through [Deconstruction of All Things].
After finishing all this, Lucifer was about to put away the orb and leave this place of trouble to find a way to solidify his foundation and improve his Physical Strength to adapt to the surging magical power.
Just then—
“Hum…”
A tiny, extremely weak, yet exceptionally pure silver-white light suddenly flickered at the edge of his vision, stinging his eyes, which were extra sensitive due to the gloomy environment of the Demon Realm.
“Hmm?”
Lucifer paused, his pitch-black eyes instantly locking onto the source of the light—it was in a corner of the rock wall, exposed by the landslide behind the flattened mountain cross-section, an inconspicuous spot. This chapter was taken from novelping(.)com without permission.
He put away the orb, his figure moved slightly, and he appeared before that rock wall like a ghost.
He saw that on the originally thick rock wall, there was an unnaturally presented “wound.”
It was not a crack, but more like a spatial rift that had been forcibly “torn open,” with extremely unstable edges.
It was about two meters long, less than a palm wide at its widest point.
Inside was not rock, but a constantly twisting and rotating chaotic halo, with occasional tiny silver-white or pitch-black electric sparks flashing and disappearing within, emitting chaotic and ancient spatial fluctuations that were incompatible with the Demon Realm.
“This is…” Lucifer’s pupils constricted slightly, the instinct of [Deconstruction of All Things] making him immediately begin to try to analyze the energy composition of this rift.
“A weak point in space?
Or…
a passage opened by someone?”
In the world of Seven Deadly Sins, passages connecting different regions were not rare.
The Demon Clan’s future “Ten Commandments” descended into the human world through some method.
Curiosity and the desire to explore the unknown gained the upper hand.
Lucifer pondered for a moment, then cautiously reached out his hand, attempting to touch and perceive the specific properties of the edge of the rift with his fingertips.
However, just as his fingertips were an inch away from the rift—
Crackle!
Zzz—!
As if angered by his approach, the chaotic halo that had originally been flowing slowly within the rift suddenly erupted!
Several silver-white spatial lightning bolts, as thin as hair but containing a destructive aura that made even Lucifer feel a stinging pain on his skin, suddenly burst out from the rift like vipers guarding their nest, striking fiercely at his outstretched finger at a speed far exceeding visual capture!
Lucifer’s eyes sharpened, and in a flash of thought, his massive magical power instantly set up layers of defense in front of him, while he tapped his feet and retreated rapidly like light smoke!
Boom!
Crack!
The spatial lightning struck the magical shield, making a teeth-grinding shattering sound.
The shield was as fragile as paper, easily torn apart and annihilated!
The remaining electric sparks grazed Lucifer’s retreating afterimage and struck the scorched rock wall behind, silently leaving behind several bottomless holes with mirror-smooth edges.
Maybe it’s not a big deal now… maybe it will be later.
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”