135 Dekan is watching you.
Evans pressed his hand to his throat, his teeth grinding together with a sound.
He appeared incredibly furious, the veins on his face bulging. His right hand was clenched tightly as if wanting to crush someone’s neck.
Several seconds passed.
Finally, Evans managed to calm himself down.
Anger wouldn’t solve anything.
As much as he hated to admit it.
He had indeed fallen for Dekan’s psychological tactics.
“Must not blindly hate him; it will affect my judgment. Huh…”
Evans muttered to himself, wiping away the blood from the corner of his mouth as he struggled to maintain his sanity amidst the headache brought on by the exhaustion of his magic.
“Hold on.”
When Evans had calmed down somewhat, he realized a rather unsettling issue!
Earlier, blinded by rage, he had only thought of rushing forward to destroy everything, capturing Dekan and tearing him limb from limb!
But…
It simply didn’t make sense that Tristin City would be so unprepared!
Even if Dekan himself had ample means to survive, he shouldn’t be so unconcerned about safeguarding the city’s inhabitants.
The scene at Ice Snow Happy Paradise should indeed be staged!
Dekan’s relaxed and cheerful demeanor, along with his series of provocations targeting Evans, seemed designed to lure an irrational Evans to recklessly charge towards the Destruction Demon King!
There must be a trick!!
Evans felt a strong warning in his heart.
Realizing the problem, Evans couldn’t help but feel a bit alarmed.
If he hadn’t been able to control his anger and charged straight into Ice Snow Happy Paradise, he would surely have been trapped in a genuine dead-end!
Beneath the tranquil, peaceful park, unimaginable traps might be lurking.
“Damn!!”
Evans stomped his foot in distress and hesitated momentarily in his place.
Should he charge forward to fight Dekan to the death?
Or endure the humiliation and retreat?
If he chose to flee, the Norton Kingdom would undoubtedly send a team of mages to seal the Destruction Demon King and place strict surveillance on him.
Unless Evans could rally other archbishops to attack the Norton Kingdom, there would be almost no chance of rescuing the Destruction Demon King!
Essentially, the Destruction Demon King would be indefinitely detained here!
And Evans would have to rely on continuous intake of magic potions to survive!
He might even need to wake up in the middle of the night to drink magic potions!
In that case, wouldn’t his life be indistinguishable from that of a cripple?
And…
Dekan, skilled in mockery, would surely devise a thousand ways to humiliate him using the imprisoned Destruction Demon King!
All the other archbishops would surely mock him!
The once-feared Destruction Archbishop would soon become the biggest joke of the Rebirth Church!
Not just the Rebirth Church!
The whole world would laugh at him!
For Evans, this was far worse than death!!
But rushing forward right now, who knows what traps await him!
As Evans agonizingly contemplated whether to risk dying on his feet or live on his knees by retreating,
Evans, who shared a vision link with the Destruction Demon King, saw Dekan suddenly stop playing the piano.
Then…
Dekan slowly raised his head.
His eyes were exceedingly cool, tinged with an indescribable pity, the authority of a supreme ruler, and a disdainful gaze that looked down on the weak.
Dekan’s gaze precisely aligned with that of the Destruction Demon King’s eyes!
It was as if he was seeing Evans through the Demon King’s pupils!
“Aaah!”
Evans involuntarily screamed.
Impossible!
He couldn’t have detected me through perception magic!
Evans held his breath, his face filled with terror as he maintained the connection, as if trying to evade Dekan’s pursuit.
However, Evans saw Dekan’s lips gradually curve into a faint smile.
His lips moved ever so slightly, forming the words to the Demon King:
“I, see, you.”
Evans was so startled that he fell to the ground.
Cold sweat had soaked his back.
Impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
Even with all his abilities, there’s no way Dekan should have locked on to him through [Perception Sharing]!
It now felt like Dekan would appear beside him in the next second!
Evans instinctively cut the [Perception Sharing].
It was as though his anger had been instantly extinguished, leaving him with only an overwhelming fear that sent shivers down his spine.
Evans was thoroughly flustered, losing all confidence in Dekan’s strength.
With those eyes able to pierce through rules and dimensions, only someone at the level of the Pope could achieve such a feat!
Dekan was too bizarre!
There should be no third-rank person in the world capable of such terror!
He had to escape!
He could no longer provoke or even spy on this devil!
…
Meanwhile.
At Ice Snow Happy Paradise.
The Destruction Demon King lay prostrate before Dekan.
It was as if submitting to its true master.
But Dekan acted as if he didn’t even see the Demon King, instead elegantly playing the piano with great focus.
Even from a distance, it was evident that his mind was as smooth and still as water.
It was as if neither the intimidating Ice Snow Princess nearby, nor the Demon King prostrate before him had any effect on him.
At this moment, he was merely a pianist.
The sun began to set, and the twilight gradually shifted between deep red and dark purple, revealing the stars and the moon in the sky.
Against this backdrop, Dekan sat alone before the Destruction Demon King.
Still dressed in his magnificent outfit from the morning’s departure, the scene highlighted him as if he were otherworldly.
He seemed no longer like a mere mortal…
Dekan was like a sage composing a narrative poem with music, attempting to instill goodness into the Demon King.
In reality, it was one-on-one torment.
The eyes of the Destruction Demon King were filled with confusion and suffering.
When had it ever endured such indignity?
Yet it was indeed restrained, unable to move.
At this moment, Dekan, with his exceptionally straight posture, was sitting gracefully before the piano.
His hands danced between the keys with remarkable agility, and every note was flawlessly executed.
However, just as he appeared to be highly concentrated,
He casually looked up,
As if noticing something.
Locking eyes with the Demon King.
Subsequently, a faint smile appeared on Dekan’s face, its meaning unclear.
His lips parted gently, forming the words:
“I, see, you.”
Those simple words seemed casual.
Yet it felt as though this was all preordained, completely within his control.
It was like turning the surveillance camera around to see the person in the control room.
…
In actuality.
Every time Dekan played for a while, he would lift his head and catch the Demon King’s gaze, miming these words.
If Evans had accidentally noticed it,
His expression would certainly have been very expressive.
Heeheehee!
Dekan thought.
