ushernet Chapter 74 - 74 - 69: The Final Winner
Chapter 74 - 74 - 69: The Final Winner
Chapter 74 – 69: The Final Winner
The excruciating pain in his back told him just how costly the price really was. The third Coward Devil, wielding a spear also made of cold iron, pierced it through the Eviscerator Demon’s back as easily as sticking it into a sack filled with grain, almost penetrating him completely.
Blood continued to pour out of the gruesome wound, and the Eviscerator Demon was now gravely injured. But the demon’s ferocity erupted within it, turning its eyes blood red, as pain was momentarily blocked out, and a violent desire took control of its body.
Dragging its injured leg, it lunged fiercely at the Coward Devil with the spear. The Coward Devil almost closed his eyes as he thrust the spear in his hand, which the Eviscerator Demon easily dodged, then raised its battle axe, cleaving the Coward Devil in two with one strike.
Once more, a sharp pain came from its back as a longsword enlarged the hole in its flesh. Enraged, it swung its axe, turning around but hitting nothing.
The last enemy was that cunning devil that had sliced off its palm. This sly Coward Devil did not choose to engage in melee combat but instead picked up a weapon from the ground and threw it.
Its self-perceived cunning had cost it the best chance for a turnaround.@@@@
“Charge! Kill it!”
Atop the high platform, Molo shouted excitedly. Even though there had been some unexpected turns, it seemed that his warrior was about to claim the final victory.
At that moment, the others were behaving differently: Kailon was whispering with a Fireburn Demon advisor by his side, discussing something in hushed tones; Pami and Kavalan seemed to relax a bit but then tensed up again immediately.
Tigana noted everyone’s reactions.
The Eviscerator Demon in the arena also knew that victory was within its grasp, but it had to deal with the last enemy before its wounds brought it down.
The Eviscerator Demon let out a thunderous roar and charged forward as if it was unhurt.
The Coward Devil’s sword stabbed into the Eviscerator Demon’s abdomen, creating another terrible wound, but it did not slow the Eviscerator Demon’s momentum, not in the slightest.
It watched helplessly as the Eviscerator Demon’s axe grew closer, and then it was suddenly flying, below was a headless body with a gaping hole where the shoulder should be.
Lancelot reopened his eyes. Listening to the cheers around him and looking at that imposing guy in the arena, he couldn’t help but chuckle and shake his head.
“Is that... Dingke?” Bruto couldn’t believe his eyes as he looked at the Quasimodo Demon in the arena; he had some recollection of this fellow and knew it was Lancelot’s subordinate. This made the young Dwarf quite certain that there must be Lancelot’s handiwork behind the shocking turnaround below, otherwise, he would be a gnome without a beard!
He guessed it spot on. As soon as Lancelot realized something was wrong, he had ordered Dingke to infiltrate the arena invisibly.
The Quasimodo Demon was reluctant, but firstly, its Demon Essence was in Lancelot’s hands—defiance had no good outcome; and secondly, after receiving its master’s ’reward’ last time, its strength was much greater than that of a common Quasimodo Demon, so fighting against a bunch of stupid Coward Devils might not necessarily mean a loss, and it obediently entered the arena.
The attention of the audience was focused on the fight, and those with strong perception abilities didn’t notice a little one sneaking into the arena. What was even more unexpected was that the master didn’t urge it to fight at once but just let it remain invisible and move a few weapons, or throw something out with a harmless force.
As long as it didn’t launch an attack or use a spell, the Quasimodo Demon’s invisibility wouldn’t be dispelled, allowing it to remain undetected. An important reason it could execute Lancelot’s orders well was that after being promoted to Elite Level, Dingke’s confidence greatly increased along with its strength, completely shedding the usual panic-prone personality of ordinary Quasimodo Demons.
The reason Lancelot sent Dingke into the arena was simple.
Seeing the weapons the craftsmen threw into the arena, it wasn’t hard for Lancelot to guess that Tijana wanted to showcase the power of the Cold Iron Weapons, but these foolish Low Rank Demons were instinctively avoiding the real protagonist of this gladiator fight, and he could not sit idly by, especially since Cold Iron Weapons were also something they had been pushing for.
Another reason was, he found the male Succubus particularly annoying. Lancelot knew that with his current strength, he wouldn’t stand a chance in a head-on confrontation, so he couldn’t pass up an opportunity to outsmart him.
Dingke, from the nearest position, had watched the public debut of the Cold Iron Weapon and immediately realized the magic of this discomforting weapon. So when Lancelot finally issued the command to attack, the hand holding the sword had only a slight tremble from excitement, as he thrust it precisely and fiercely through the Fireburn Demon’s heart.
Tijana laughed lightly and flew up into the air, pressing down with both hands, and the scene immediately quieted down.
“Quasimodo Demon Dingke!” the Succubus Lord’s clear and authoritative voice rang out, “As the final victor, what reward do you desire?”
“I do not need the reward for advancement; the glory of victory belongs to you!” Dingke shouted the words it had thought through beforehand.
It always remembered the aura Lancelot had shown when it was threatened at the beginning, and the energy when it was empowered later confirmed even more that Lancelot was some kind of formidable being. Therefore, it had long decided to cling tightly to the coattails of its master, Lancelot, as perhaps advancing to another form wouldn’t be as useful to the master as a Quasimodo Demon.