Chapter 246: It’s Just Master’s Task
Iyeta silently appeared behind Diabolique, her eyes downcast, concealing the strange glint within them.
If she wanted to prove her loyalty to her new master, she had to make a contribution… Heloise had already gained the Hero’s favor. She couldn’t be outdone by that simpleminded girl.
Iyeta considered her options.
The Hero’s status and strength among humans were undeniable, and his appearance was quite handsome. A man like him would undoubtedly be surrounded by beauties.
She was confident in her own beauty and figure, but she and Heloise were Demon Beasts. Gaining a prominent position by the Hero’s side wouldn’t be easy, unless she could prove her worth.
So, although this task was dangerous, and the Hero had told her that she could abandon it if necessary, prioritizing her own safety, Iyeta still decided to act.
Of course, now wasn’t the time.
Seven traps, each with the power of a Super-tier magic spell, were triggered simultaneously.
Dozens of lesser traps and numerous restrictions were also activated by Anthea and the Flame Witch’s attacks.
Chaotic energies exploded, a maelstrom of power raging through the collapsing mountain.
Flames rained down from the sky like meteors.
Giant ice spikes fell like hail.
Raging winds pulverized boulders.
Lightning branched out like a shattered tree.
A massive water dragon crashed to the ground with a deafening roar.
A meteor, trailing flames, streaked across the sky.
Qin Chu, at the center of it all, protected by the golden light of his Pseudo-Absolute Defense, felt a shiver of fear despite the barrier.
Diabolique’s “gift” was truly… generous. If he hadn’t known about these traps from Iyeta, he might not have survived.
Although his strength was constantly increasing, there were still powers in this world that could threaten him. He wasn’t invincible yet.
Rumble!
A deafening roar.
The violent shockwaves slammed against his Pseudo-Absolute Defense, the golden barrier rippling and crackling like strained metal, cracks appearing on its surface.
Even the Demon Beasts couldn’t withstand the combined force of their own traps, their massive bodies sent flying, some even torn apart, their bodies disintegrating.
Even Iyeta and Diabolique were forced to retreat.
These magic traps were created by the Demon Beasts themselves. They knew their power.
So, they had always stayed outside the traps’ range. Normally, they wouldn’t be affected.
But… the traps activating individually, and all of them activating simultaneously, were two completely different things.
When a single trap activated, its energy could dissipate.
But with at least seven traps comparable to Super-tier magic, plus dozens of lesser traps, all detonating at the same time, even in this vast space, the energy couldn’t dissipate, compressing and colliding, merging…
Iyeta had even secretly added several powerful amplification formations, further increasing their destructive power.
The compressed energy then exploded outwards, like an overinflated balloon bursting, the shockwave pulverizing everything in its path.
The sky changed color, the earth shook, thick smoke blotting out the sun, the rising shockwave forming a strange, multicolored pillar of light that tore through the clouds above.
After a long time, the chaotic energy finally subsided.
The collapsed mountain was gone, the entire area flattened, blending seamlessly with the surrounding desert.
The Pseudo-Absolute Defense had held, though the barrier was now covered in cracks, the sound of its strained resistance still ringing in their ears.
Phil and Anthea hovered by Qin Chu’s side.
After a while, Diabolique emerged from the dust cloud, his face covered in grime, coughing violently.
Only Iyeta remained by his side, patting his back.
His face was so dirty that his expression was unreadable, only the twisted lines of his features visible.
Diabolique hadn’t expected this outcome at all.
He had imagined Qin Chu struggling against the traps, pathetic and helpless, giving him a chance to further humiliate him before delivering the killing blow.
But his carefully laid traps had been turned against him. The combined power of so many magic traps detonating simultaneously was far greater than he had anticipated. Even the Demon Beasts, knowing the traps’ locations, hadn’t been able to escape the chaotic torrent of energy.
Diabolique had even seen at least a dozen of his subordinates instantly disintegrated.
He didn’t know how many of his hundred-plus elite subordinates had died, perhaps almost all of them.
Besides Iyeta, not a single one remained.
He was defeated, humiliated, and filled with despair.
His body trembled, his eyes vacant as he looked around, desperately hoping to see one of his subordinates emerge from the dust and ashes.
But his hopes were dashed.
Not a single one could stand. He didn’t know if they had escaped during the chaos, or if they were…
He didn’t even dare to think about it.
He knew that, for the first time, he had lost.
Completely and utterly defeated.
Diabolique’s heart, which had never known defeat, ached with an unprecedented pain. The light in his eyes dimmed.
It was over, everything was over.
So many of his loyal and powerful subordinates were dead, his forces decimated.
He had been humiliated before the Hero, his reputation ruined.
He would become a laughingstock among the Demon Beasts. He was no longer worthy of inheriting the throne. His second brother would definitely seize this opportunity.
Rather than face the mockery of his siblings, slowly fading into obscurity, it would be better to die fighting, even if it meant self-destructing, taking the Hero down with him.
For someone like Diabolique, powerful and proud, who had never known defeat, it was easy to fall into despair and make extreme choices.
His eyes burned with a growing madness.
He still had one last chance.
To burn his body, to incinerate his soul.
His final attack would unleash unprecedented power, perhaps enough to drag the Hero down to hell with him.
Even in death, he would leave a legacy among the Demon Beasts.
He looked at Iyeta, the only one who had remained by his side.
Ha…
Iyeta was truly loyal.
Even in his downfall, even without the control ring, she hadn’t abandoned him.
Even Diabolique, selfish and self-centered, was touched.
Tears welled up in his eyes. To have such a loyal subordinate was truly a blessing.
Who said Blood Elves were all selfish? he thought. Isn’t she loyal?
He placed his dirty claws on her shoulders, his eyes filled with tears, “Iyeta,” he said, his voice choked with emotion, “I didn’t expect you to be the only one by my side in the end.”
“Will you… die with me… fighting that damned Hero?”
His voice was low and heavy.
Iyeta took a deep breath. “Your Highness,” she said, “I will always follow you.”
Wonderful!
These words broke Diabolique’s composure, and tears streamed down his dirty face. He took a deep breath, trying to maintain his dignity, even forcing a smile. With such a loyal subordinate, what more could he ask for?
He knew he was going to die. They were facing the Flame Witch and that other powerful, petite woman, and the terrifying Hero.
But Iyeta had given him courage. He no longer felt fear.
For his dignity as the First Prince, for his fallen subordinates…
He roared, a dark, fiery aura erupting from his body, his flesh and soul burning, his power surging.
With Iyeta’s support, he was fearless.
He lunged towards Qin Chu, ready to sacrifice everything for his last stand, Iyeta following close behind, loyal to the end.
He didn’t notice the strange glint in her eyes, her hands clasped behind her back, thin, thread-like strands rapidly extending from her sharp fingernails.
“Qin Chu… prepare to die…”
Swish!
Ten threads pierced Diabolique’s back.
With a sickening rip, a chunk of flesh and bone was torn from his back, and Iyeta plucked out his still-beating heart.
Diabolique froze in mid-air, his face contorted in disbelief, his body slowly turning as he looked behind him.
His heart, still beating, was in Iyeta’s hand.
“Iyeta, you…”
A gentle, almost mocking smile appeared on her beautiful face. “My esteemed First Prince,” she said, “I’m so sorry… but the Hero is my new master now.”
“This… is just my master’s task.”
The next second…
Crack!
The agonizing pain of a shattered heart.
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