162 Dekan’s Fastest Clearance Legend
“Marquis, let me ask you a question. Aren’t you still harboring a shred of hope in your heart right now?”
After cooling down the coffin.
Dekan rarely showed mercy and gave the marquis a brief respite.
He walked to the coffin and asked Marquis Roderick.
“……”
Marquis Roderick did not respond.
Perhaps he felt that any form of communication was meaningless.
Or it might be that he really did not have the strength to speak anymore.
“You are anticipating that your kin will come rescue you, and then return these tortures to me a thousandfold, ten thousandfold.”
“It wasn’t easy for your kin to partially break your seal.”
“It was just a bit more, but unfortunately, it was thwarted by High Priest Kevin, wasn’t it?”
Dekan continued asking.
“……”
The marquis still did not reply.
“I can’t bear to crush your last sliver of hope, Marquis.”
Dekan’s face was laden with an amused smile, as if he empathized with the marquis immensely.
The marquis only thought that Dekan was trying to frighten him.
After all, it would be impossible for Dekan to kill him.
He can torment him temporarily, but not forever.
Just wait until the seal is undone, and he will reclaim everything.
“Hmph, hmph, I relish seeing the look on people like you who hold onto a faint, illusory hope as a pillar of spirit, when they realize the truth.”
As Dekan spoke, he placed his hand on the coffin and temporarily cut off the live broadcast.
Then he used the magic within his body to invoke the 【Verbal Blood Pact】 he had once formed with Isabel.
The soul mark of the master-servant contract emerged slowly on Dekan’s hand, akin to a curse mark.
“Marquis, do you recognize this spell?”
The moment Dekan’s words ended, the marquis let out a roar of collapse that echoed throughout the church.
“No!!! Impossible!!! We had already killed all those who mastered this spell!!! It should not exist here!!!”
Marquis Roderick’s voice was filled with endless resentment and despair.
He would never misidentify this forbidden magic created by the most wicked human wizards — the 【Verbal Blood Pact】.
Specifically designed to enslave high-ranking bloodlines that were difficult to kill.
It was a nightmare that the bloodline race could never forget.
“Marquis, you see now, don’t you? I’ve been playing with you all along.”
Dekan was highly satisfied with Marquis Roderick’s reaction.
According to the Holy Ritual Church’s literature, years ago, it was precisely because of this spell that bloodlines came out in full force and engaged humans in a decisive battle.
Although humans barely emerged victorious in the end, the bloodline race finally rested after slaughtering all humans who knew this spell.
The 【Verbal Blood Pact】 thus became lost magic.
However, as the holder of the 【Verbal Blood Pact】 that had taken effect, Dekan naturally allowed Marquis Roderick to mistakenly believe that he had mastered this spell.
Thus, he was completely deceived, unaware that it was actually the result of a magic card.
“So, Marquis, I’ve been waiting for your kin to come and release you quickly. What you perceive as hope is actually the true beginning of your despair.”
“You’ve been tortured to this extent by me, and even if the seal is broken, will you be able to lift your hands? And your true name, your race, your gender—I don’t need to elaborate, right?”
The activation condition of the 【Verbal Blood Pact】 is that the opponent loses either the will or ability to fight.
And the contents that need to be declared—true name, race, gender—are already clearly defined.
“Oh my, my future slave, I can’t wait to have you.”
Dekan’s tone was full of joy, as if he had completely immersed himself in the act.
This kind of priest character somehow fits all sorts of dramatic performances unexpectedly well.
“You, what on earth are you…?!”
Marquis Roderick could no longer maintain any composure, and his words were filled with nothing but sheer terror and despair.
“……”
Dekan remained silent with a smile.
He had cut off the broadcast and no longer had too many reservations.
He moved closer to the coffin, his pupils flickering, gradually tinted with a golden hue.
“The world is doomed, and we demons will eventually rule the entire Holy Country, while your bloodline race will forever remain slaves.”
With a voice filled with demonic charm, after delivering this line that seemed fit for a final boss,
Dekan quickly reverted to his clear blue pupils, a hint of a smile curling at the corner of his lips, resuming the posture of a kind priest, gazing at the coffin.
Waiting for Marquis Roderick’s reaction.
After a long while, Marquis Roderick finally spoke.
“You… have finally made your reappearance, haven’t you…”
His voice was weak, seemingly having lost all the psychological support that had been propping him up.
Though Dekan did not fully understand the ancient secrets of the Holy Country, he roughly knew how to continue the drama.
Sometimes, once you’ve captured the right atmosphere, it’s easy to connect across servers.
“What are you talking about? I’m just a priest in the Holy Ritual Church, I don’t understand any of what you’re saying.”
Dekan said with a smile.
“Hahaha, has the Holy Ritual Church been corrupted to this extent?”
Marquis Roderick unexpectedly burst into laughter, somewhat crazily.
Although the two of them were on completely different wavelengths, their performances strangely meshed well together.
“Hahahahaha.”
Dekan also started laughing.
When you’re supposed to portray a final boss, it’s probably something like this.
Just laugh it out.
“Rest assured, once you become my slave, I will bestow upon you the greatest torture, day and night.”
Dekan’s laughter was just enough, speaking the cruelest words with the gentlest tone.
As if he were wearing human skin, but was actually a demon that found ultimate pleasure in tormenting other beings.
“Hahahahah.”
Marquis Roderick’s laughter gradually turned shrill, carrying a tinge of crying.
“Who would have thought that after a hundred years, the ultimate victors would be you!! Cursed Holy Ritual Church, you deserve it!!”
This seal, ironically, had become his shield.
Marquis Roderick now carefully thought back.
The kin who had helped him break the first layer of the seal before were likely already enslaved.
The motive for breaking the seal was merely for their master to enslave a more powerful bloodline.
Yet he foolishly held onto hope, thinking he could once again sweep through the world.
The bloodline race in this world might have already fallen into servitude to demons…
The moment the 【Verbal Blood Pact】 fell into the hands of demons, the world was essentially doomed.
There was no longer any salvation.
“Unknown Great Demon, I have lost, but I would rather die with the dignity of the bloodline than live as your slave!”
Together with these words.
The sealed Marquis Roderick seemed to have triggered the only power he could use in his sealed state.
He committed suicide.
