Chapter 161: Fear Witch – Lilian
December 30, 2014
Author: Floating Tower (诸生浮屠)
Everything within a thirty-meter radius centered around Vivian stood still.
However, nothing changed outside the Wizard Tower; the cold wind continued to howl, and everything seemed normal. Gloria sat motionless in place, her lips slightly parted as if she wanted to say something, but her whole being resembled a puppet, with her eyes completely frozen. Opposite her was a motionless shadow, twisted shadows enveloping it, faintly revealing an expression of utter horror.
Vivian’s petite figure gently floated down, her hands beginning to cast spells rapidly, her mouth producing a series of notes.
This was the oldest language of demons!
A language imbued with special power and the main component of the Blasphemous Words, known only to certain powerful Demon Lords and Fallen Evil Gods. This language is highly prized knowledge in the Abyss; since its emergence, only one legendary being has been able to fluently speak it, the oldest demon, and the world’s first Succubus. Of course, at that time, it was not even called a Succubus, and even the Balroth Fire Demon had not yet appeared. Her name has long been lost to history, but it is known that even the Succubus Queen must bow her head in humility to address her as the Lady of Pain.
She is a very peculiar existence.
Anyone who worships, serves, or regards her as a deity will be ruthlessly slaughtered by her!
She is one of the legendary embodiments of the Abyss, capable of killing deities with Strong Divine Power without any divine profession, and is the only being believed to possess Great Divinity. [Note: Not Great Divine Power.]
An existence without a divine position or divine power, no one knows what she thinks.
At one time, she walked toward chaos. But later, she entered order.
She is the eternal neutral!
The Lady of Pain still stands at the center of the multiverse, watching the changes of the entire universe; however, her realm has been closed to outsiders for three thousand years.
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The spell-casting time for Vivian was long.
She emitted a series of ancient demonic languages. Meanwhile, the space before her began to distort, as if time and space were shattering, and the space started to collapse, like fragments breaking apart. A temporal layer appeared. Then she extended her pale little hand, retrieving a fragment from the dark, profound crack in space-time; this fragment transformed into a longsword, almost taller than her whole body.
—“Destruction Demon Sword!” [Legendary Spell]
Vivian’s small hand gripped the long, narrow demon sword, which was not a weapon made of material, but a manifestation of the extracted time-space fragment, merely taking the form of a sword. She raised the Destruction Demon Sword and swung it. Seeming a bit unaccustomed, she pouted slightly and muttered, “As expected, I’m more used to using a whip.”
The demon sword touched the ground slightly.
Because she was simply too short, the ground beneath her was directly disintegrated, revealing a sword mark nearly three inches deep, with no material inside the mark, not even a speck of dust. Any object that made contact with the Destruction Demon Sword was disintegrated. She gripped the slender Destruction Demon Sword and flew forward, coming directly before the Hand of Despair, which stood before her like a motionless puppet, completely devoid of action. It seemed like a toy as she slashed at it with a chaotic technique, instantly slicing the Hand of Despair in half!
Time began to restore.
The still wind blew in from outside the window, everything that had seemed to exist independently in stillness began to connect with the outside world; although thirty seconds had passed outside, everything inside remained paused from thirty seconds ago, except for the slight changes that occurred as Vivian moved. The Hand of Despair’s eyes regained a flicker of life. He seemed to want to do something. Yet his chest had already been torn open, with no bl**d gushing out; all matter that came into contact with the Destruction Demon Sword had been disintegrated.
He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but his whole being had already begun to dissipate like dust!
The body of the Hand of Despair gradually collapsed. Flesh turned to dust as it collapsed, and when Vivian withdrew the Destruction Demon Sword, only a tiny bit of black dust remained on the ground, resembling some special material structure. The Destruction Demon Sword cannot disintegrate all matter; any matter it comes into contact with must withstand a very high exemption check (legendary difficulty), if it fails, it will be directly destroyed and disintegrated, regardless of whether you are a Legendary Professionist or a Saint walking among mortals.
Any non-pure energy form object must forcibly undergo the disintegration check of the Destruction Demon Sword.
This is the Destruction Demon Sword.
One of the strongest legendary spells in the energy manipulation system, capable of crushing and destroying most matter, including other legendary equipment!
Only artifacts can withstand a direct impact with the Destruction Demon Sword.
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Gloria’s mind was still stuck thirty seconds ago; she didn’t know what had happened in that time. But when she recovered, the Hand of Despair that had trapped her in despair was already dead, and before her was Vivian, who appeared somewhat displeased. The little girl whispered something, seemingly saying, “d*mn it!… She’s already transformed into a shadow-form life! … If I had known, I would have cast a soul binding first!”
At the same time she said this.
In the Shadow Plane, in an ancient and dark basement, a twisted shadow suddenly appeared, which then transformed into human form, reshaping into the image of the Hand of Despair. However, all his equipment had disappeared; one could only see a vague body made of shadow energy. His expression seemed a bit angry as he stood up, looked around, and then walked over to a flickering flame, slowly saying, “The first Demon Son of Fear has completely awakened! … She destroyed my body! … I must reconstruct my flesh!”
Inside the tower.
Gloria struggled to stand up, watching Vivian, who had transformed into a demonic form, murmuring, “You!… Vivian!…”
The little girl turned her head, glaring wide-eyed at her, pouting disdainfully, “I told you, I am not Vivian!”
“I am Lillian!”
“I am the most powerful Fear Witch!…”
After saying this, she directly turned to leave. The moment before, her aura was strong, like a high-and-mighty Demon Lord, yet the next moment, the small version of her demon wings behind her trembled slightly, resembling a not-yet-grown Succubus, looking a bit clumsy as she wobbled into the air. Just floating there was the power of the spell; now she was truly flying, using those demon wings behind her, but it appeared very awkward, causing concern that she might accidentally fall.
It seemed she had not fully learned to control her wings; her tiny body swayed in the air, appearing quite comical!
Whether she is Vivian or Lillian, she seems not to have grown up.
Gloria, forcing herself to stand despite her injuries, observed Vivian flying out of the Wizard Tower, weakly asking, “You… where are you going?…”
“Duh!”
The slightly wavering girl in the sky turned her head, glanced at her, and scoffed, “Of course, I’m going to k*ll those Demon Sons of Fear. If I don’t k*ll them, does it mean I’m just waiting for those guys to grow more powerful and come to k*ll me?… I’m not that fool and idiot! … Once I’ve killed them all, I’ll be the Demon God of Fear!”
“By the way!… If Brother comes looking for me, you tell him I’ve wiped out those punks and will be back with a big gift for him!”
The little girl had a triumphant look, as if she could easily annihilate all the other Demon Sons with a wave of her hand!
Sadly, no matter how spirited she sounded and how prideful her demeanor was, her flight still resembled that of a flapping chick, wobbling for half a day only to fly a few meters; her demon wings were too small, looking as if they had not fully grown, completely lacking the imposing presence of other high-level demons when opened!
Possibly feeling that this way of flying would take forever, the little girl muttered her dissatisfaction and then raised her small hand to open a portal.
Immediately after, she stepped into the portal, disappearing directly from Gloria’s sight.
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Hundreds of kilometers away from the Wizard Tower.
A dark portal suddenly appeared in the sky, and shortly after, Vivian’s petite figure emerged from within, awkwardly flapping her demon wings. After flying a short distance, she pouted, her little face sulking and shaking as she descended towards the ground, while complaining, “What a fool and idiot!… Why does it take so long to grow up?… So useless!”
The little girl wobbled down.
As she got closer to the ground, she couldn’t help but furrow her small brows, while also touching herself with her little hands, murmuring, “Why do I feel my power is decreasing?… No, wait!… The power is still there!”
“Ah! This is bad!”
“All my power has run off to that fool and idiot!… How can this be?!… How could I possibly lose to that fool and idiot?… Doesn’t she have no divinity at all?!…”
“No!…”
“I don’t want to go back!… It’s dark and gloomy inside!… Fool!… Idiot!… b*stard!… Let me out!…”
“I will come back!”
Splash.
Just as she landed approximately ten meters above the ground, Vivian suddenly plummeted rapidly, her demon wings gradually dissipating, and the bizarre tattoo under her earlobe also disappeared, her tiny body falling straight into a lake, creating splashes and ripples.
………… (To be continued ~^~)
