Just What Kind of Being Is He?!

Two figures flashed in mid-air and moved at their maximum speed, leaving afterimages behind. They collided with each other each time they appeared.

Blood aura raged in all directions and a strong gust of wind erupted toward the surroundings.

The commotion of this battle was a little too big.

Screech.

A sound that was different from all the previous sounds appeared.

Horn retreated into the distance. His face was gloomy as he lowered his head to look at his own body.

An astonishingly long, terrifying wound stretched from his neck, straight through his torso, and all the way to his thigh.

The wound was so deep that he could see the white bones and squirming internal organs within.

It was a ghastly sight, as if an earthworm had split him open from the middle.

Greed's sword had nearly cut him in half.

Strangely enough, there was not much blood despite the horrifying wound.

As time passed, the wound on Horn's body began to heal slowly.

Such powerful recovery abilities!

Davis frowned at the scene in front of him.

There had to be a demon with a much purer bloodline supporting Horn from the shadows, otherwise it would be impossible for him to have such strong recovery abilities.

It was obvious that the demon bloodline in Horn's body was so pure that it would be impossible to explain its purity if there wasn't a stronger demon behind him.

Being sliced opened seemed to be nothing more than just a small injury.

Horn felt an unprecedented fury when he sensed Davis's gaze.

"Damn it, how dare you wound me. Who are you?"

His gaze was like a devil's as he stared fixedly at Davis.

He was at a disadvantage in the battle and his life might even be in danger, making it difficult for him to maintain his composure.

"You're getting a little out of control."

Davis shook his hand to shake off the blood on his sword. His expression was very calm. "I'm none other than the person who came to kill you!"

"Impudent!"

Horn's expression was a little ferocious and he began to lose control of his emotions. "Don't be smug, I didn't show my true strength just now! It won't matter who you are because you'll die today. I'll kill you and swallow you one bite at a time!"

A strange smell was released from his body along with his angry roar.

Davis couldn't help but squint his eyes when he smelled it... Was he going to start poisoning him or what?

He held his breath.

Horn realized that he had actually been suppressed in terms of close combat and spell battles. After realizing that he could not beat the sword-wielding Davis, he felt ashamed and angry.

"Hehehehe. Pestilence Poisoned Corpses!"

Horn laughed evilly, spread out all five fingers of his left hand, and stretched his arm forward.

In an instant, ghostly wails and howls could be heard as a seven-colored fog began to slowly spread out from behind him.

Numerous pitch-black caves opened up beside him, and evil spirits were faintly discernible within them. They spat out a poisonous fog as was heading toward Davis's direction.

The auras of those evil spirits were extremely powerful. They had a vicious look, no physical body, sharp fangs, vampire-like claws, and hollow eyes. They were as disgusting as the ghouls.

Could Horn actually summon an army of the undead?

Such an ability was very rare amongst demons.

It was very shameless to be summoning an army of the undead during a battle and turning a one-on-one fight into a group fight!

"Hehehe. No one can withstand my army of the undead. Even if your strength has reached the peak of a knight, you won't be able to hold on for more than a few minutes. You'll be torn to pieces by these evil spirits!"

Horn laughed wildly. That was his trump card, and revealing it meant that victory was within reach.

Countless evil spirits charged crazily toward Davis.

He seemed to be frightened by the scene as he did not move at all.

In the blink of an eye, the army of evil spirits surrounded him like a small island that had been hit by a flood.

Rumble.

The castle began to shake violently.

With a loud boom, the castle collapsed!

There were too many evil spirits. They came out in groups and directly crushed the main hall. The luxurious castle building became a pile of ruins.

However, Horn did not care at all. Although the castle had cost a lot of money when it was built, it was worth it if it could deal with Davis.

He had plenty of money too, so when the time came to collect taxes, he would be able to get all that money back and even have a surplus.

The overwhelming number of undead made the place increasingly packed. There were many layers before one could reach the center, and that was where Davis was, although there seemed to be no movement at all.

"He's probably dead, isn't he?"

Horne muttered to himself.

Bean-sized beads of sweat were already oozing out of his forehead.

Although the Pestilence Poisoned Corpses was a large-scale spell that was very powerful in that it made an army out of one person, the energy expended on it was equally as terrifying.

Once his bloodline became purer and absorbed more 'nutrients', he could treat that spell as a regular spell, and could summon a million strong army with a wave of his hand!

Zap, zap, zap.

Horn suddenly heard a strange sound.

He also smelled an indescribable burning smell.

It was as if someone had stuffed a torch into an ant's nest. After that sudden burn came a wave of scorched protein smell. It was also as if...

He looked up and saw a red light shining from the army of evil spirits. Then, it gradually expanded, like a dazzling sun.

The evil spirits let out shrill screams wherever the light passed and were subsequently turned into ashes.

Rumble.

A strong sunny aura soared into the sky.

In an instant, it swept through the army of evil spirits and turned thousands of them into ashes.

A figure emitting a dazzling golden light slowly walked out. A few snake-like flames wrapped around his body, making for a dazzling sight.

"What... What the hell?!"

Horn's face felt the heat wave coming from afar and suddenly began to doubt his own life!

Was the demonic aura that he sensed from this person fake?

'Who is that person?

'Could the church have found out that I was behind this?'