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Chapter 300 Demon
Chapter 300 Demon
Seemingly startled by his gaze, the thin man wearing a boat-shaped hat, who was walking ahead, turned his head and glanced at him.
The brutality and malice in his brown eyes were undisguised, as if they would pounce on him and tear his flesh apart at any moment.
He raised his glass to the other person, then casually walked to an empty seat in the corner.
The atmosphere in the bar became strange because of the appearance of these three people; it seemed to be both more lively and frozen at the same time.
Cyril opened and closed his black pocket watch, which was inlaid with gold, until he finished his beer. Then he got up and left the bar.
Shortly after he left, the two people who had just entered, wrapped tightly in their cotton-padded coats, also left the bar.
After a while, a few more people left the bar.
The thin man sitting alone at the bar looked at the bar, which had suddenly become much quieter, curled the corners of his lips, finished his drink in one gulp, and then left the bar.
After leaving the bar, Sirion walked along Haiphong Road to the cargo dock with only a few scattered lights, and then disappeared into the darkness.
Shortly after he disappeared, two figures wrapped in thick cotton-padded clothes arrived at the spot where he had just been.
"Where did you hide it?"
"Let's look around, it should be in this area."
Snapped!
With the snap of fingers, a blinding pure white light suddenly illuminated the surroundings.
The sudden brightness in the dim light caused the two people, who didn't have time to close their eyes, to be blinded instantly.
"Be careful!"
call out!call out!
Several blank sheets of drawing paper shot out like sharp flying knives, cutting through the air and heading towards the two people standing in the middle of the road.
They reacted quickly, realizing they were ambushed in the brief moment of blindness and making a dodge maneuver.
The paper-throwing knife grazed past them, but missed its target.
But after they dodged the throwing knives, their feet suddenly slipped, they lost their balance, and they fell forward or backward uncontrollably.
call out!call out!
Several more sheets of white paper were thrown out as flying knives.
The two who had fallen to the ground heard a whooshing sound and tried to dodge, but the ground beneath them was as slippery as if it were coated with grease, and they fell down again as soon as they made a dodging motion.
Puchi~
The two people, unable to dodge in time, had their clothes torn by the flying paper knives, which then pierced their flesh.
Snapped!
Cyril snapped his fingers, and a thick white mist quickly rose around them, continuing the "flash" and blocking their vision.
Instead of pressing his advantage, he turned around and looked behind him.
Several pale blue fireballs emitting a strong sulfurous smell rushed towards him, but suddenly became chaotic as they approached. One crashed to the ground beside him, one disappeared into the mist behind him, and one flew into the night sky.
Cyril looked at the gaunt man wearing a boat-shaped hat who emerged from the darkness and curled the corners of his lips: "If you hadn't come soon, I would have thought my hypnosis had failed."
"It seems I do have a talent for being a 'spectator'."
The gaunt man opposite him suddenly changed his expression: "Hypnosis? When?"
Cyril loosened his grip on his left hand, revealing the black pocket watch inlaid with gold.
"Of course, it was when you were sitting at the bar secretly observing me."
"Are you thinking about things without realizing it?"
"Of course I am, I'm just kidding!"
As he spoke, a glint of electricity suddenly flashed in his eyes.
"Mental piercing!"
The overwhelming energy, like sharp, electric needles, pierced the gaunt man's head.
"Um...
'
The gaunt man opposite suddenly let out a muffled groan filled with pain. His brown eyes were bloodshot, and an intense malice could no longer be suppressed and was released.
His body expanded rapidly, growing to nearly 3 meters in height in the blink of an eye.
A pair of goat horns covered with countless mysterious patterns curved and extended from its head, while a pair of giant, bat-like wings spread out behind it, wreathed in crimson and pale blue flames, emitting a strong sulfurous smell.
His skin also changed, appearing dull but actually deep black and sinister, as if his entire body was covered in a thick, hard armor.
"Demonization!"
Cyril calmly gazed at the demon before him, a phantom book rapidly turning in his eyes.
"I came, I witnessed, I recorded."
He had his arms outstretched, as if embracing the sun.
The next second, a bright, pure holy light descended from the sky and enveloped the demon on the other side.
In an instant, a sizzling sound came from the demon's dark and sinister skin, and thin black smoke was constantly being evaporated. Even the crimson and pale blue flames wrapped around his body began to sway.
The demon, enduring the intense holy light of the sun's domain that made him extremely uncomfortable, stretched out a hand towards Sirion and clenched his fist tightly.
At the same time, he uttered a demonic word, born from the abyss and filled with filth and depravity: "Die!"
Cyril, who had his arms half-open, suddenly stopped. The next second, he turned into a paper figure covered in mottled red rust and burst into flames that smelled of sulfur.
Beside the towering demon, Cyrion emerged from the shadows, his hands clasped together, dragging a silver-white two-handed greatsword from the cold air.
call!
With a slicing sound, Cyril's "Sword of Dawn" slashed fiercely at the demon in front of him.
The demon before him ignited pale blue flames in his palms and grabbed the "Sword of Dawn" that was slashing at him, resulting in a brief stalemate.
The demon's crimson, malevolent eyes uttered another string of filthy words: "Degeneration!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a thick, black liquid, reeking of depravity and filth, began to seep into the surrounding air.
Cyril maintained his sword-wielding stance, and the "Sword of Dawn," with its purifying effect, gradually broke through the "Cage of Flames" in the demon's hands.
Meanwhile, the illusory book in his eyes continued to turn the pages.
The next second, the surroundings were illuminated by the clear and holy dawn.
A portion of the morning light clung to his body, coalescing into a refined full-body armor on his skin.
The viscous black liquid seeping from the air faded rapidly under the purification of the dawn light, not completely disappearing, but it could no longer affect Sirion through the "Dawn Armor".
*Sizzle*
The demon's hand, which was shrouded in pale blue flames, was pierced by the "Sword of Dawn".
The silver greatsword's purifying effect caused large plumes of black smoke to rise from the demon's palm, making it feel as if a bucket of cold water had been poured into a blazing furnace, and the malice in its scarlet eyes deepened.
"slow!"
Cyril's body stiffened for a moment, and his sword-wielding motion froze briefly.
He is not a true "Dawn Knight". Even though he wears the "Dawn Armor", he cannot possess the physical qualities and strong resistance that a "Dawn Knight" has accumulated over several sequences.
In the brief moment of hesitation, the wounded demon retreated a short distance, while simultaneously conjuring a large number of pale blue fireballs that emitted a strong sulfurous smell and shot towards him.
The pale blue fireballs became chaotic as they approached Sirion, either colliding with each other and exploding halfway, or veering off course and falling to the ground and sky in all directions.
On the contrary, Cyril, who stood still, was not even grazed. Only a few sparks landed on his "Dawn Armor," causing no actual damage.
"So young and already having failing eyesight..."
As he taunted his opponent, a flicker of electricity flashed in Cyrien's eyes, peeking out from the gaps in his crowned helmet.
"Mental piercing!"
The demon paused in its retreat, and the crimson magma and pale blue flames that had just condensed in front of it vanished instantly.
Cyril tightened his grip on the greatsword and charged forward at top speed.
call!
A fierce whooshing sound rang out, and as the figure suddenly drew near, a flicker of fear flashed in the demon's scarlet eyes.
He instinctively stepped back, but his body inexplicably took a step forward.
His intentions and actions have been distorted!
Although he quickly corrected the distortion, the best opportunity to dodge had already been missed.
The thick, silver-white sword grew larger and larger in his eyes. Unable to dodge in time, he could only ignite pale blue flames on his hand again, forming a "cage" that could freeze the attack.
boom!
Puchi~
The "Sword of Dawn" cleaved through the air with tremendous force, passing through the cage of flames and the demon's arm, leaving a trail of silver that gradually faded away in the air.
The pale blue cage of flames shattered instantly, and an arm with a dark complexion and an eerie aura flew out, landing on the ground not far away with a thud.
Call ~
Cyril exhaled softly, and the silver greatsword in his hand transformed into tiny specks of light that vanished into thin air.
The enhanced attack, amplified by the distortion of the "Drunkenness" pocket watch, severed one of the demon's arms. However, the "Sword of Dawn" that had been conjured was also completely consumed in this attack.
He calmly looked at the one-armed demon opposite him, and the illusory book reappeared in his eyes.
The next second, his spiritual intuition gave him a warning.
Immediately, an invisible force pressed down on him, making his body heavy and difficult to move, like a bird with broken wings.
At the same time, several eerie green fireballs with a pungent odor slammed into him from behind.
The fireball attack did not penetrate the defenses of the "Dawn Armor," but the impact caused his body to lunge forward uncontrollably.
In front of him, the demon whose arm he had severed was grinning at him, its remaining right hand conjuring an exaggerated giant sword made of crimson magma and pale blue flames, which it slashed horizontally at him.
call!
The flaming greatsword, shaped like a blade, left a crimson trail in the air as Sirion vanished silently, leaving behind only a few ashes instantly burned away.
Snapped!
A crisp snap of fingers rang out behind the demon, and golden, illusory flames instantly ignited around him.
These flames exuded the pure and sacred aura of the sun, densely stretching like an ocean, completely enveloping him.
In an instant, screams of agony filled the golden sea of fire, along with sizzling sounds like meat being fried on a hot plate.
Cyril stretched out his left hand, which was wrapped around the "Alcoholic" pocket watch, and clenched his fist tightly.
The surrounding darkness instantly faded considerably, and the golden flames expanded dramatically, illuminating the area as if it were midday in summer, intensely hot and bright.
He achieved a sun-like effect by "distorting" the light of the golden flames, making the surroundings bright, hot, and filled with the aura of the sun.
"Oh...fallen!"
The words of "filthy language" filled with pain rang out, causing viscous black liquid to seep into the surrounding air, and a black mist full of corruption to appear.
They did not dispel the surrounding light and heat, but they did block Cyrien's vision to some extent.
"slow!"
Another "filthy word" rang out, and Cyril instantly felt his body stiffen and slow down.
He narrowed his eyes, calmly gazing at the area shrouded in black mist ahead.
"Have you realized what's happening, broken free from the corrosive effects of psychological suggestion and alcoholism, and are you planning to run away?"
'
A phantom book appeared in his eyes, slowly turning its pages.
"I came, I saw, I recorded."