With the arrival of the Punishment Demons, the night sky suddenly grew even gloomier.
They spun the silver chains covered in sharp barbs in their hands, swinging them like flails. Bolts of lightning wildly struck everything around them at random—buildings, the sea, the ground, and even the other demons.
At that moment, torrential rain suddenly poured down.
It was a violent downpour that raised white mist and was enough to obscure one's vision. When the raindrops struck the body, they brought an agonizing pain like being beaten.
Without a doubt, the rain would further increase the lightning's destructive power.
Lightning summoned from nature possessed nearly infinite power. The bolts almost formed a continuous chain, connected from the warship Cruel Evangelist all the way to the sky!
No matter how powerful Iver's prayers were, their power would eventually be worn away. The power summoned by the Punishment Demons, however, did not belong to them... If they engaged in a war of attrition in this domain, the only possible outcome would be Iver's power being pointlessly depleted.
—So Iver struck first and summoned the Wild Hunt King!
In an instant, heaven and earth changed color.
Then a vague, stormlike voice rang through the night sky. "I come howling—"
The Wild Hunt King's voice rumbled.
Iver stood in the storm, yet the rain could not wet his clothes at all. He stood beneath the lightning, yet the bolts dispersed on their own above his head.
Neither the rain nor the lightning could penetrate the amber barrier. Only the storm seeped inside.
Iver's long, brilliant golden hair whipped wildly in the wind as he shouted, "Hellerchein—"
His voice could barely carry through the storm.
Yet the Wild Hunt King responded, "I am listening, Master."
"Take your weapon—kill them!"
As Iver summoned him, a relatively