Why must the devil be Defeated?

In the crimson world, the four Legendary fighters who previously boasted with great pride were all slaughtered by Shane in a mere few seconds.

At this moment, as Xi Sai and Sean's corpses were still falling, the middle-aged emissaries of the Old Demon Clan Faction followed after them, with their severed greatsword and large shield, holding their decapitated heads, accompanied by the sky-full of gushing blood, plummeting downwards.

Shane, holding the glittering Holy Sword and exuding a distinctly Transcend Level aura, glanced in the direction where Parren was.

However, by this time, Parren, like a desperado, was flickering continuously in the twisted space, darting into the distance.

There, Chafne was hovering midair.

That is to say, after Parren had sacrificed the four top-tier Legendary Angel Envoys as a delay, he charged directly towards Chafne.

"How audacious."

Chafne laughed in extreme anger.

Parren's overestimation of his strength made her feel insulted.

Immediately, Chafne raised her palm without hesitation and gathered astonishing Magic Power.

This palm strike, if launched, would undoubtedly be more terrifying than any of Chafne's previous attacks.

At least, a fatal sense of crisis already surged in Parren's heart.

But that terrifying Magic Power, which made his scalp tingle, did not stop Parren.

"Faster... faster...!"

Parren shouted anxiously in his heart.

His preparation was now in activation.

...

Enchanting Demon City.

After Chafne left, there had been no fluctuations here; it was still operating as usual.

However, no one noticed that since Chafne was confined by "Crimson Sun Hell," chilling scenes kept occurring in Enchanting Demon City.

"The day has finally arrived."

A member of the Demon Clan who had lived in Enchanting Demon City for a long time sighed, glanced in the direction of Enchanting Demon Castle with both obsession and reluctance, then extended his hand and plunged it into his chest without hesitation, gouging out his heart, collapsed on the ground, and lost his life completely.

"Farewell, Enchanting Demon Lord."

Likewise, a Clan Leader, also with a face full of reluctance and longing, muttered and then pulled out a knife, piercing his abdomen, died on the spot.

Such scenes were happening over and over.

Residents of Enchanting Demon City were committing suicide one after another, some even setting themselves on fire in front of Enchanting Demon Castle, gradually bringing inevitable chaos to Enchanting Demon City.

Especially the Alien Spirit Clan, the fourth-ranked powerful clan in Enchanting Demon City, unexpectedly all committed mass suicide at the first opportunity, with none spared or hesitating.

This horrific sight continuously emerged until it coalesced into an indissoluble miasma of blood, following a form of mysterious Connection, clinging to a presence that had already left Enchanting Demon City.

...

"...!?"

In the crimson world, just as Chafne was about to launch a strike infused with all her Magic Power at the presumptuous Parren, she suddenly froze in place.

"Buzz!"

A surge of blood energy materialized out of nowhere around Chafne and penetrated her body, causing her delicate frame to tremble violently and an inexplicable flush to spread across her face, an extreme abnormality.

"What is this...!?"

Chafne's complexion finally changed.

"What's happening?"

Shane, too, was stunned by this sudden change.

Only Parren, witnessing this scene, laughed out loud in joy instead of alarm.

"It worked!"

"It worked!"

"As expected! That one's method is effective!"

"You've finally fallen for the curse we've been laying for hundreds of years, Enchanting Demon!"

Parren's voice echoed throughout the crimson world, stirring a gust of bloody wind.

But Chafne already had no strength to spare for responding to him, feeling the curse drilling into her body, her expression becoming extremely unsightly.

Logically speaking, as a Demon, Chafne should not have succumbed to the curse so easily.

No matter how powerful the curse, once it touched a Demon, it would immediately be blocked by the Demon's Magic Power.

Having achieved Transcendence, having crossed the limits of life, beings like Demons should no longer be affected like ordinary life forms by curses targeting normal beings, even hardly interfered with by negative forces other than Unique Skills.

Only abilities as unusual as Unique Skills that transcend conventional principles might pose some hindrance to Demons.

Even then, to find a Unique Skill effective against a being of the Demon Level was exceedingly difficult.

Unique Skills could only be awakened by a small number of people, and apart from the Divine Race, which naturally could possess Authority equivalent to Unique Skills, no other beings could simply awaken Unique Skills as they wished.

Not many beings were capable of awakening Unique Skills.

And among these few people, many of them possess unique skills that are not strong, even those that have no use in battle, merely abilities for daily life.

Therefore, for a unique skill to have an exceptional effect against someone of the Demon Level, those who possess such a skill are almost invariably beings comparable to demons in stature.

Such beings, besides those who are born at the Transcendence Level, could only likely be heroes summoned from the Otherworld, who generally awaken powerful unique skills.

In other words, at Parren's level, it was theoretically impossible for him to possess a curse effective against a Demon.

Even if he had such a means, successfully applying it to a Demon was not an easy task.

Yet now, Parren had done it.

And Chafne had even detected the reason.

"Did he actually use my unique skill...?"

Yes.

Parren had used Chafne's unique skill.

"Enchanting Demon Chafne, your unique skill allows you to use the psyche as a medium, to establish a connection between two parties, linking the powers of different individuals!"

"This kind of connection exists on a level more fundamental than one's being, their concepts, or even their soul!"

"By virtue of this ability, as long as someone leaves a deep impression on your psyche, you can establish a mutual connection based on that psychic impression!"

"The deeper the impression one has of you, the more profound the connection!"

"So, those who are intoxicated by you, captivated by your beauty and become your lovestruck subordinates, they are all actually your servants!"

This was a truly fearsome power.

With such deep connections, Chafne could even imperceptibly share the senses, appearances, and even strength of others.

If someone were to submit to Chafne unconditionally, like Liel, harboring no other thoughts, Chafne could even manipulate their body and project her will onto them, moving through the world using their form.

Such a connection was indisputably irresistible; not even those protected by unique skills or powers like the Holy Sword could escape.

For this was a connection mediated by the psyche.

If one's heart has been captured, how could they resist?

For this reason, the only way to resist this power was to completely disregard Chafne, unswayed by her charm.

But in this world, who could resist the allure of the Enchanting Demon Lord, deemed the most beautiful of all?

This was why Liel had said that the strength of Chafne's unique skill actually depended on Chafne's own charm.

The reason why Shane could not resist Chafne's power interference, her blurring of memories, forced hypnosis, or even dream invasion, was due to this very reason.

Although Shane was constantly resisting Chafne's allure, no matter how much he resisted, he had to admit that this enchantress was too tempting, leaving a deep impression in his heart and creating a vulnerability that Chafne exploited to invade his dreams.

Of course, at that time, Chafne could only interfere to such an extent.

After all, Shane had not succumbed, and the interference Chafne could cause was extremely limited.

It wasn't until later, when Shane and Chafne accidentally became intimate, that the body's innate memories, despite being blurry, did not forget that impression, and thus the psychic connection between Shane and Chafne deepened like never before.

Only under such circumstances could Chafne do more to Shane.

However, this terrifying ability also had an unavoidable side effect.

"The connection is mutual!"

"You might use those who have fallen for you as servants to manipulate at will, but if you fall for someone else, even without the same power to manipulate your strength, they can still subjugate your psyche, making you unable to resist!"

"So, you disdain everyone not only because you're uninterested in them, but also because once your heart bears a deep impression of someone, you wouldn't be able to refuse some of their demands!"

"Lord Helimis saw through this long ago, thus he devised a centuries-long plan to have people we arranged enter the Enchanting Demon City, be captivated by your beauty, and become your lovestruck subordinates!"

"In this way, your unique skill would connect with them, they would become your servants, yet also imbued with a curse that would accumulate over time and erode you through this connection!"

The result, just as Chafne could ignore others' defenses and interfere with them using her unique skill, the eroding curse would affect Chafne through the connection.

Initially, the impact was negligible, extremely subtle, but after centuries of accumulation and through the self-sacrifice of those cursed, it would explode in an instant.

"This is your unique skill————[Ripple Heart Demon]!"

Carrying the scent of riotous blood, Parren swept forward to envelop Chafne.

"Your Demon Body shall be claimed by us, [Primordial Demons]!"

Parren let out a laugh, assured of his victory.

Unnoticed, a figure was streaking towards the blood-red sun in the sky.

"So this is your true form?"

The Hero looked up, eyes ablaze with cold light at the sight of the crimson sun.

"You've been discovered!"

With that declaration, the Hero soared skyward, piercing into the heavens.

In his hand, the Holy Sword radiated dazzling golden light, splitting the red skies.

"Splat!"

The golden sword light crisply cleaved the crimson sun in two.

"Ahhhhhhhhh...!"

Parren, about to envelop Chafne, let out a wail as his figure seemed to dissolve, vanishing without a trace.