Why must the devil be Defeated?

"Hum!"

When the atmosphere trembled, among the terrifying surge of magic power shooting into the sky, a series of phantasms quietly appeared.

Some were men, some women, some old, and some young, yet without exception, all wore magic robes, held magic wands, and lined up as neatly as a disciplined army of mages, taking their places behind the slender figure floating in mid-air.

Fleeing, Gold turned involuntarily to glance back at the terrible might coming from behind.

But that one glance terrified Gold to the core.

For the aura emanating from each phantasm was on par with his, at the very least of the same tier.

What did this signify?

It signified that those phantoms were all legendary figures.

Furthermore, they were legendary mages.

"Prepare the attack magic!"

The cold command appeared in mid-air, as recently with Gold, prompting the legendary mages' phantasms to raise their wands, chanting spells of magic.

Waves of magic power burst forth, their magnitude unknown times stronger than that of the Primordial Demon's envoys.

"Damn it!"

Gold felt his hair stand on end as his back broke out in countless beads of cold sweat.

Facing imminent danger, Gold knew he could no longer afford to waste time.

Without hesitation, Gold transformed himself into a slab of metallic iron and burrowed into the ground.

"Release!"

At the same moment, the chilly command sounded once more.

Consequently, the legendary mages' phantasms in mid-air cast the chanted magic one after another.

Like the Primordial Demon's envoys' collective use of magic before them, these were all upper-level spells.

Yet the same upper-level magic in the hands of a group of Upper-level Demon Clan members differed vastly in power from that unleashed by a group of legendary figures.

A variety of magic capable of burning the earth, freezing forests, turning the world into scorched land appeared in succession, hammering the surroundings like a meteor shower of magic.

"Boom!"

A corner of the forest was blasted apart.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"...

As various spells struck down, the magic flames engulfed the forest's nooks and crannies.

The explosions were unceasing, thundering and sending shockwaves tearing through the entire forest.

The scene was almost indistinguishable from the end of the world.

"Ah!"

"No!"

"Don't!"

One by one, the Primordial Demon's envoys were inevitably inundated by the torrential downpour of magic, either consumed by flames, struck by lightning, turned to ice sculptures, or affected by a sudden ground fissure, falling into vast chasms, utterly vanishing.

Fear, wails, pleas, despair—the site became a hell that claimed every living soul.

If this wasn't like the end of the world, then what would be?

And this scene, it was unknown how long it lasted.

When the legendary grand magic feast came to an end, the phantasms in mid-air also subsequently vanished without a trace, dissipating as pure magic power.

"Very good."

Mid-air, Chafne looked on with a satisfied expression.

On closer inspection, Chafne's face was flush with health, her eyes bright, her aura quite astonishing, as if she had gained some refinement in a brief period, achieved some sort of breakthrough, her momentum not only vibrant but also with an air of triumph.

The curse that had tortured Chafne was nowhere to be found, leaving not the slightest trace.

Chafne looked down, gazing at the ground below.

There, an entire swath of forest had disappeared, leaving nothing but a scorched land full of uneven holes, telling others of the monstrous ravaging that had occurred.

The Primordial Demon's envoys, to a one, had not left even their whole corpses behind.

Chafne, the one who had wrought all this, then lifted her gaze to the heavens.

Where her gaze reached, within the whirling clouds, a figure had appeared, though when exactly it had arrived was unknown.

But when Chafne focused her eyes, the figure suddenly disappeared.

This made Chafne purse her lips.

"Still the same as before, a complete coward," she remarked.

That comment prompted a solitary response.

"Aren't you going to pursue?"

Shane emerged unhurriedly from the ruins below, striding through the air and coming alongside Chafne, holding a piece of paper to his nose for some unknown reason.

"If you could deal with him, then wouldn't there be no more issues with the Primordial Demons?"

Shane's voice was muffled as he spoke.

"You think I don't want to?" Chafne sighed, obviously irritated, "But his Unique Skill is renowned as the strongest stealth skill. Once he gets serious about hiding, forget about me, even Nature Goddess Nudura wouldn't be able to find him."

In the past, Chafne had suffered plenty because of this.

So, he knew very well that unless he set a trap, enticing the target into an inescapable situation, there might be a chance to capture him. Otherwise, catching him would probably only be possible by summoning the Supreme God.

"If it weren't for that, that so-called 'Primordial Demon' would have been uprooted by the Demon Clan long ago for his Demon Refining Ceremony shenanigans. How else could he still hold the title of the oldest and most mysterious Old Demon Clan Faction, established over a thousand years?"

Chafne scoffed continually.

"Does that mean, we just have to let him go, huh?" Shane sighed dejectedly.

"Unless you can find his location."

Chafne said so without much hope.

"…Alright, I really didn't sense anything."

Shane was helpless.

Previously, it was because of this that he had nearly been ambushed by that Half-demon.

If it weren't for his explosive strength, at that moment, he probably would have been completely incinerated by the huge Magic Light Column that descended from the sky.

"After pulling off a big move and running, that guy should stop calling himself a Half-demon or the Primordial Demon. Just call him 'Ultimate Escape Body' or 'Tartaros.'"

Shane's face was full of disdain.

"Ultimate Escape Body? Tartaros?" Chafne asked curiously, "What is that?"

"It's nothing, don't mind it." Shane naturally couldn't say it outright.

"Making a mystery out of nothing." Chafne rolled her eyes, then looking at Shane's nostrils stuffed with paper, she couldn't help but laugh, "You okay?"

"Of course, I'm okay." Shane hurriedly removed the makeshift nose plugs, took a breath, and once he realized there was no more smell of blood said, "Just a bit too fiery."

"Then, are you satisfied? My Lord Hero?" Chafne said teasingly, "My seduction, my enticement, they were quite effective, weren't they?"

Shane's expression soured.

Effective? They were exceedingly effective!

Shane virtually knelt down, instantly meeting the conditions to transfer the curse using 'Ripple Heart Demon.' If it weren't for the last bit of Spiritual Wisdom urging him to prompt Chafne to transfer the curse onto himself, by now, he might have run amok, performing a dramatic palace drama right under the Primordial Demon's people.

Even so, Shane was still so stimulated that he got a nosebleed on the spot.

Chafne was very pleased with Shane's reaction.

"Still dare to call me trash?"

"No... I wouldn't dare…"

"Still dare to call me a vase?"

"I wouldn't dare…"

"Then what am I?"

"Great, beautiful, and gorgeous Enchanting Demon Lord!"

"Beautiful and gorgeous are the same!"

"Then, gorgeous and beautiful it is!"

"..."

The two verbally jostled above the forest that had turned into scorched earth, signaling that the crisis had passed without major incident and was safely over.

That being said, Chafne kept observing Shane, relieved to see his usual demeanor persisted.

Firstly, the curse transferred to Shane seemed to have been completely purified by the power of Holy Sword, causing no harm to Shane, which truly set Chafne's mind at ease.

Secondly, Chafne was concerned that after falling for her once and even managing to take on the curse in her stead, Shane would become like those infatuated with her, unable to see anything else besides her.

Fortunately, the power of Shane's Holy Sword was much stronger than expected, and the centuries-old curse was purified so quickly. Shane himself did not change his attitude and remained willful in front of Chafne.

That was fine.

That was how the man worthy of her attention should be.

Chafne thought so, without knowing that Shane himself had also breathed a sigh of relief.

He was a bit worried that if he succumbed to the Enchanting Demon, he might become a mindless groveler.

Luckily, things had changed, and this Enchanting Demon had almost no secrets left in front of him.

Perhaps, Chafne would never know that, after the curse was successfully transferred to him, Shane endured the severe pain from both the curse's purification by Holy Sword and its physical erosion, constantly fantasizing in his mind about various scenarios locking her down.

"This woman has been dealt with by me... this woman has been dealt with by me... this woman has been dealt with by me..."

Shane hypnotized himself like this, telling himself it wasn't he who was infatuated with her, but she who had been conquered by him.

And Shane was someone very adept at brainstorming and having wild ideas.

So, he had actually succeeded in hypnotizing himself and retaining his true self.

If others knew that Shane had managed to awaken himself this way, not succumbing completely, most would indeed be speechless, right?

In any case, Shane and Chafne had successfully overcome this not too big nor too small ordeal.

Of course, both had already quietly noted this incident in their accounts.

Someday, they would settle the score, bit by bit, with that Half-demon.