Salvos

Chapter 544: River of Lava

544. River of Lava

Betrugil stumbled back as the [Cerberus of Hell] howled. A powerful shockwave rippled over the valley, knocking him back. He was small. He was nimble. But he wasnt sturdy. He was an [Abraxas]. And he wasnt even a Primeval Demon.

He was quite literally 50 levels below the [Cerberus of Hell]. He was almost entirely certain he would be incinerated by its black flames if it even got close to him. He knew better than to try and fight it. In fact, he wholly agreed with Hartias decision to call for a retreat.

Unfortunately, Betrugil hadnt been fast enough to escape the Expanse in time. He had been literally jumping on heads just to get out of there, but the [Cerberus of Hell] decided to smash the ground open with a powerful Skill. Or was it a Grand Skill?

Betrugil didnt know. He didnt have a Grand Skill. He was no Duke nor Duchess of the Netherworld. He was a mere Archdemon he never had much potential. And that was probably why he was sent here on this death sentence.

He closed his eyes as the earth cracked open. Fortunately for him, he was rather fast, so he managed to escape the brunt of the shockwave. If he had been closer, he might have been badly injured from the blast. But standing at where he was, he was simply sucked into the broken earth.

Multiple massive crevices tore through the valley, exacerbating the destruction of Revelation here beyond the Demon Kings Domain. Betrugil tumbled through the air as he glanced back at the [Cerberus of Hell]. It raised its three heads as its eyes flashed.

And as Betrugil fell down the cracks towards a crimson glow, he watched as a wave of black flames engulfed everything above. He heard the screams of pain and he heard the cries of terror.

Perhaps he should have been glad he was falling down here into the lava.

His eyes flickered as he saw the other falling soldiers screaming as they collapsed into the molten red liquid. He closed his eyes, spreading his arms wide as he embraced his death. He waited for the warm hug of death.

And he crashed into the river of lava at the bottom of the crevice. He waited for his escape. His skin burned, and a searing hot pain overcame his body. His body was lit ablaze as his body sank into the molten rocks, before floating back up.

Betrugil blinked.

...is that it?

He continued floating down the river of lava as the rain of Demons around him didnt stop. They fell straight to their deaths as he continued staring up at the belly of the [Cerberus of Hell] below. It continued on down the valley, giving chase to the fleeing Third Legion.

Betrugil frowned.

Well, its kind of hot.

He didnt move. He just continued floating past the charred bodies of crying soldiers. And it was not just them. Wild Demons flew down from the sky as well, whimpering as they burned in the river of lava.

Betrugil sighed. And then he leapt into the air as his ass burned.

Ok, ouch, its getting too hot

Haec tightly clung onto Taburas as the two of them fell into the bottom of the river of lava. The white barrier protected the two of them as they landed on the molten hot surface. They didnt sink, even as the nearby soldiers of the Third Legion fell to their deaths. Many of them had been instantly killed from the explosion. Others had been badly injured, but quickly burned to death in the lava below.

Thanks to Haecs Skill, both Archdemons managed to survive the blast and the fall completely unscathed. Taburas panted as she swept her gaze around their surroundings.

Aemula screamed as she was thrown against the rock wall. Her burning body flopped over the stone, landing on a small beach. She groaned as she raised her head, and her vision blurred. The [Cerberus of Hell]s blast had broken both her legs before she fell into the lava. She had been trying to swim her way out of the molten river towards a nearby beach, before something had attacked her from beneath.

It ragdolled her for a moment, then sent her flying into the rock wall. Now, she was burning, bloodied, and her legs were broken. She gasped as she eyed the undulating creature rise from the lava.

It was an [Ouroboros]. A Level 103 Archdemon. It towered over her as it hissed dangerously, flashing rows and rows of sharp teeth.

Aemula tried to raise one of her six hands, but she could barely muster up any strength to even move. All she could do was stare at the wild Demon close in on her. She moved her mouth, whispering for no one to hear.

H-help

She closed her eyes, flinching. The [Ouroboros] whipped down at her. She waited. She thought she was going to die here below the crevice. But her death never came.

Aemula blinked her eyes open as her vision began to return. Her body was still burning. Her legs still refused to move. But the [Ouroboros] had come to a halt right before her. She stared, before her eyes went round.

A crimson figure stood before the wild Archdemon. A tall hulking man who Aemula recognized. She stared at the black hair with yellow stripes, before gasping.

Haec?

Aemula. Are you alright?

He glanced back at her as he held the [Ouroboros] back. She looked at him, before raising a weak hand.

Where did you?

Dont force yourself.

Another voice piped up. A blue-skinned figure appeared next to Aemula as she blinked. She recognized the [Succubus] in an instant.

T-Taburas?

Stay calm. I can only heal your burns.

Taburas ran a hand over Aemula, wiping the flames off her burning body. Aemula winced as a searing pain overcame her body. But a moment later, a sense of relief washed over her. A soothing feel hugged her arms and legs as the fire was extinguished from her body.

The burn marks closed, and her eyes flickered back towards Taburas. The [Succubus] took a step back as Aemula just looked on, unable to muster up any words. Her legs were still broken. Most of the cuts on her body remained. But as Taburas had said, her burns were gone.

The [Ouroboros] roared as Haec took a step forward. Aemula looked on in awe as he lifted the wild Archdemon out of the river of lava. He held it high in the air, and it thrashed in his arms. He grinned, before finally tearing it in half in a single motion.

Black blood rained overhead as Aemula could only stare at his back. He was the Heir of the Netherworld. An Archdemon on the precipice of evolution. A smile slipped onto her face as she whispered.

T-thank

And she passed out.