assistirfilmes Chapter 141 – Advent of the Great Evil (1)
Chapter 141 – Advent of the Great Evil (1)
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Chapter 141: Advent of the Great Evil (1)
“So you’ve come, you filthy creatures.”
The leader of the dark magicians greeted them.
Until now, he had always been extremely angry and annoyed whenever he faced Ketal.
But now, as if it had all been an act, not a trace of those emotions was visible.
“The power of a girl who can read the scriptures, huh? You managed to come here.”
“Ugh.”
Rakza groaned.
There was an altar in the basement.
From the altar, thick and dark malevolent energy was flowing out.
It wasn’t darkness, but pure evil energy.
It didn’t physically obscure vision.
However, it was so dark here that it was hard to see even a step ahead due to the darkness.
The malevolent energy was thick and abundant enough to take shape.
It was confusing whether this place was the surface or the demon world.
“...You filthy minion of evil!”
Rakza roughly drew his sword.
“How dare you! Defile our sacred ground! Attempt to stain it with evil! Commit such a sin!”
“Hahaha, how laughable. This world originally belonged to us.”
The leader of the dark magicians mocked Rakza.
“The one you serve merely usurped it and disguised it as his own. The rightful owner of this world has always been the great one. You, a fool ignorant of true history, spew misplaced anger.”
“Nonsense!”
“Well, no need to debate with a nonbeliever.”
“You seem confident.”
Ketal spoke up.
From the dark magician leader’s perspective, they had discovered and attacked his hidden ritual.
However, there was no trace of panic in the dark magician’s demeanor.
“Because everything is already prepared.”
The dark magician smirked.
“I commend you for making it here, but it’s already too late.”
As soon as he finished speaking, darkness erupted from the altar.
Boom!
Darkness shot up like a pillar, piercing the ceiling and reaching towards the surface.
The darkness surrounding the plain thickened in an instant.
The concept governing the world began to overturn.
Rakza was astonished.
“You bastard!”
“This land will return to its rightful owner! As the sacred ground of the great one, it will bear the first mark of his steps!”
“You think we’ll let that happen?”
The ritual had just begun.
They could still stop it by destroying the altar.
“In the name of Kalosia!”
Divine power began to envelop Rakza’s sword.
Ketal gripped his axe.
“This might be interesting, but I have no intention of just watching.”
Ketal and Rakza prepared to attack.
The dark magician frowned.
“Well, I admit it. If you both attack me, I can’t stop you.”
The dark magician was at a similar level to Rakza.
With Ketal joining in, there was no way he could handle them alone.
However, his expression remained unfazed.
“It doesn’t matter. I’ve prepared countermeasures for him as well. Don’t you find it strange? We’ve spent a long time preparing to devour your sacred ground, yet we’re attacking with just this much power?”
The dark magician pointed out what Ketal had mentioned to Rakza.
He hummed a tune.
“Why am I the only one here?”
“......”
Rakza’s face stiffened for a moment.
This was the altar for reversal.
A place that the dark magicians had to protect at all costs.
Yet, only the leader was present.
Realizing this, darkness exploded from the surface.
It was extremely thick and vicious.
It began to take shape and appear on the surface.
Rakza’s face turned pale.
A dreadful evil, unpermitted on this earth, was descending.
“The advent of a demon...!”
And not just any demon.
It was so dense with malevolent energy that even Ketal, who couldn’t handle mystic arts, could feel it.
A demon with a name.
One of the highest ranks.
“This is insane!”
“Why are you smiling?”
Ketal was imprisoned, a demon was descending, and his friends were on the brink of death.
Yet Ketal’s face was full of smiles.
“Well, I thought I shouldn’t smile in front of you, so I was holding back. It’s quite hard to suppress my joy.”
“Joy? Are you mad?”
“How could I not be happy?”
Ketal said cheerfully.
A group of dark magicians trying to turn a holy ground into an evil one.
And a demon descending to burn the sacred ground.
It was a situation that could only bring laughter.
“...You.”
The dark magician finally realized.
The barbarian before him had an entirely different set of values.
“Well, that doesn’t mean I plan to just watch. No life should be wasted in vain.”
Ketal raised his axe and swung it at the prison.
The dark magician snapped out of his daze.
‘Right.’
Even if he was different, the fact that he was trapped in the prison didn’t change.
With a prison that was hard to break even with the scriptures, that barbarian wouldn’t be able to affect anything outside.
The moment he believed that, Ketal’s axe struck the wall of the prison.
Boooooom!
The dark magician’s eyes widened in shock.
A crack, visible to anyone, had formed in the wall struck by Ketal’s axe.
“What?”
The dark magician stood agape.
The prison, which he had crafted with his own life as a sacrifice, was breaking apart with just a single swing of the axe.
“Stop...”
“It is sturdy, I’ll give you that.”
It’ll take some time.
Muttering to himself, Ketal calmly raised his axe again.
The axe lodged into the prison wall.
* * *
“Yaaawn.”
Holy knights were standing guard on the outskirts of the holy ground.
However, their expressions showed no signs of tension.
Although Rakza had warned them not to let their guard down, it didn’t really resonate with them.
They had repelled every invasion so far.
The monsters had vanished from the darkness-covered plains.
By anyone’s reckoning, it was their perfect victory.
They followed orders because they had to, but they thought Rakza was overly anxious.
As they were passing the tedious time, suddenly, the darkness over the plains thickened.
It meant the dark altar had been activated.
“Huh?”
“What’s going on?”
The holy knights were startled by the sudden change.
As they tried to grasp the situation, several dark magicians appeared in front of the holy ground.
One superhuman-level dark magician and several first-rate magicians.
It was the dark magicians’ force.
“Everyone! Prepare for battle!”
The holy knight who spotted them first hurriedly gathered his comrades.
The holy knights scrambled to prepare for battle.
But the dark magicians didn’t react.
They gathered in one spot and slowly began to chant.
“O Great One.”
“You who descend upon the earth.”
“O mighty lord of hell.”
“You who oppose the gods.”
It was a prayer.
A prayer from the dark magicians to the great demon king.
Their wish to their deity.
“Please. Please.”
“Take us as your sacrifice and devour us.”
“Send your servant to this land.”
Crack!
The prayer ended.
The bodies of the dark magicians were simultaneously crushed.
The holy knights’ eyes widened in shock at the sudden mass suicide.
From the crushed bodies of the dark magicians, dark energy began to seep out.
Crack.
The seeping dark energy created a rift in the space.
Beyond that rift, a hand emerged.
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