Salvos

Chapter 596: Demon Dance

596. Demon Dance

Colorful flaming petals bloomed across the sky. Iridescent blasts mixed with violet explosions as a pair of figures clashed with each other. A third figure joined them, but it could barely keep up with the first two.

The streaks of projectiles and smears of fire served as the perfect backdrop for dance that was taking place overhead. Like the choir of an orchestra, each pulse of magic boomed and shook the land.

Venas sure likes showing off, doesnt he?

Torin shook his head as he saw the unfurling scene. He turned to his three other comrades, and they shrugged back at him. Only one of them replied.

Let Venas do his job, and well do ours.

Chorus said as she placed her hands on the ground. The earth began to shift, and symbols began to form on the ground. Next to her, Eros and Keran wove their hands together, and space seemed to warm.

They were the Deathsquad Hunters. They were all some variant of a [Fiend]. Venas himself had been able to pick out his own team for this mission, and he was known for being partial towards those who had undergone [Fiend]-adjacent evolutions.

It was a well-known fact that he was a [Fiend]-supremacist. And he especially never partnered with any Demon who had undergone a monstrous-evolution. Torin himself didnt really understand the pointless discrimination, but he didnt question it either.

To him, it didnt matter who was chosen on this mission. They were all Primeval Demons, and each and every single one of them had a role to play. Even Torin.

He might have looked like he was just carelessly standing off to the side, but he was on lookout. His gaze turned towards a towering figure in the distance. He saw the serpent-like heads. He saw the obsidian body. And he knew what it was.

It was the Beast.

Torin shuddered at the sight alone. He had seen the Beast only once before, and he had seen the destruction it could wreak. The fact that it was even visible in the distance meant that he was not safe. He was still in the danger zone. At any moment, he could die.

He tried to steel himself think about anything else, like how the Beast had fewer heads than the last time he had seen it. After all, his job here was simple.

As a [Grand Puppeteer Fiend], Torin was a master of swaying wild Demons to his will. And while he could not control something like the Beast, he had a vague understanding of how it felt from a single look its way. He could tell where its attention lay. So he knew it wasnt even glancing their way.

However, he could sense its nervousness. Its unease which seemed to turn into anger at anything that even approached it. And that feeling alone made him second guess the plan they had in mind.

Are we sure this is a good idea? The Beast cannot be controlled, were going to get ourselves killed.

He turned to his comrades. Eros didnt even raise his head to respond focused purely on casting his spell.

Venas has done this before. While we cannot control the Beast, we can draw its attention. It can be angered, and when that happens, everything around us will be destroyed. Nothing will remain of the Traitor or the Enemy.

Torin narrowed his eyes. He watched as the Warp Point took hold not a single-use teleportation spell that could transport a group, but a true portal. Just like the kind that would lead to the Mortal Realm. Once the Beasts ire was drawn here, they would escape unscathed.

It seemed like a reckless plan, but for whatever reason, his comrades were convinced it would work.

Why dont we just deal with them ourselves? Were Primevals, theyre mostly Archdemons. We can take them.

Torin suggested, and Keran snorted in response

Youre only Level 152, you fool. Youre hardly a Primeval Demon. And I am Level 161 the highest amongst us. But not even I could match the Enemy in battle. Well only get in Venas way.

We could deal with the Archdemons.

The Heir of the Netherworld is said to be as strong as a Primeval Demon above your level. You can try and do that get yourself killed.

That made Torin glower, but Keran didnt care. He looked between his three comrades before huffing. T/his chapter is updated by nov(ê(l)biin.co/m

Fine. But if the Beast kills us all, then its not my fault.

Answer the damn question! [Bindings of Leviathan]!

Venas raised a hand as he pointed at her. Chains shot out of his finger tips, shooting at the silver-haired girl. She easily flew out of the way.

Huh, that was actually kind of dangerous. So thats one of your Skills

She blinked a few times, before shaking her head.

If you really want to know what happened, we realized this was a trap, so

Salvos nodded past a cliff in the distance.

They went to deal with your friends.

And Venas froze. His blood ran cold as he opened his mouth. Only a single word left his mouth.

What?

But before he could process what was going on, Salvos appeared next to him, swinging down with her scythe.

Torin didnt even notice the fighting stop. He didnt hear the lack of explosions, nor did he see how the two combatants were talking to each other now. His gaze was focused only on the Beast.

It was still lumbering past in the distance, like a slowly shifting mountain. The sense of unease bearing down on Torins shoulder never vanished. But that was expected when staring at the most dangerous wild Demon of the Netherworld. He shook his head as he turned back to his comrades.

Are we done yet? It doesnt usually take this long to set up a Warp Point, does it?

We should be done. But I dont know what these two idiots are doing.

Chorus scowled as she faced both Eros and Keran. The two [Fiends] shook their hands. It was Eros who spoke first.

Somethings wrong with the ritual

It is like somethings messing with our spatial magic.

Keran added. Chorus made an annoyed retort, and she bickered with the other two for a moment. Torin frowned at the three of them. They didnt notice what he saw. A ripple in space. One that seemed to take hold over the Warp Point. He strode forward, cutting them off.

What are you guys talking about? The portal is already forming look.

The three bickering Primeval Demons paused. They turned to face the Warp Point, and sure enough a portal tore open there. Eros frowned, and Keran tried to work his jaw. Neither one spoke. It was Chorus who just scoffed, taking a step forward.

Finally

But before she could step foot into the portal, a red figure stepped out. Torins eyes widened and he called out.

Wait, Chorus!

However, he was too slow. A powerful fist smashed across her face, sending her flying back. She screamed as she crashed against a nearby hill one that was floating in the air from Reconstruction.

Torins eyes narrowed as he turned back to the looming red figure. The former Heir fo the Netherworld. The Traitor himself.

Haec stood there as he glared at the remaining Deathsquad Hunters.

Were not letting you escape.

And with that, four flaming figures shot out of the crack in space a moment after.