So Much Ink Stone?

Chapter 21: So Much Ink Stone?

"I don't want to die!"

The hooked-nose man had temporarily escaped danger, but he hadn't recovered from his mental breakdown.

At this moment, his face was contorted, and his mind was a bit disturbed.

"Freya is dead!"

"Haha, I'm going to die too!"

He had gone mad.

Although he wasn't killed by the hooked-nose man, he had merely refused to stand in front of Freya.

In Blocking Castle, this meant not standing on the side closest to the stone walls.

Because of the Yellow Sand Domain!

The walls and ground could become attack nodes for Black Armored People and Yellow Armored People at any moment.

Of course!

From Freya's perspective, the hooked-nose man was undoubtedly being purely malicious.

Different perspectives, it was normal.

"Bang~!"

Finally, a Black Heavy Armored Person attacked through the stone wall again.

Having lost companions one after another, the hooked-nose man, whose mind was on the verge of collapse, couldn't mount an effective defense.

Nor could he defend against it.

Because each Black Heavy Armored Person possessed the strength of a High God.

The headless corpse heavily impacted the ground.

His soul sea also showed no sign of his Holy Domain's true form escaping, clearly, this might also be someone who had become a god with their true form.

After a long time.

"Are they all dead?"

After a long while without hearing any screams, Hermes couldn't help but think this.

Because of the silver curtain in his soul sea, the mist swirling within Blocking Castle couldn't block his Spiritual Sense.

Other Demon Assessment candidates were blind and deaf, but Hermes was fine.

He could still watch the show.

Although it was a bit unethical, Hermes watched the Demon Assessment candidates who had previously annoyed him meet their demise.

It was, in a way, enjoyable.

As for the completely unrelated Demon Assessment candidates, he had no intention of saving them.

People should think about themselves.

Meanwhile, in the desert outside the ancient castle, the fierce wind and dark mist continued to surge, as if waiting for something.

And the battle inside the ancient castle was in full swing, with every Demon Assessment candidate fighting for survival and their goals.

When was the Demon Assessment not a fight for life and death? Only the truly strong could survive in the end.

This Demon Assessment mission seemed to have gone awry, with the star-level demons not appearing where they should have.

At least not appearing in time!

In just this short while, the Demon Assessment candidates had been wiped out.

But that wasn't the case.

When has any Demon Assessment not been like this?

Demon Castle did not create Demon Assessment missions specifically for the candidates.

It only filtered them!

"Kill~!"

Salif's long saber ignited with scorching flames, and a terrifying saber energy cleaved off the head of a Black Heavy Armored Person.

The moment the Black Heavy Armored Person tried to mobilize Divine Power to repair the injury, the saber twisted its direction, changing from a straight chop to an oblique slash.

The tip of the saber accurately stabbed into the flying head of the Black Heavy Armored Person.

"Boom~!" Scarlet flame Divine Power surged, instantly engulfing the Black Godhead within the head.

The soul contained within the Godhead was instantly scattered, and a Heavy Armored Person with the strength of a High God perished.

"Quick, clear the castle, otherwise, not a single candidate will survive this Demon Assessment."

Salif was, after all, kind-hearted.

"Yes, boss."

A High God, who had followed Salif for hundreds of millions of years, responded carelessly.

Save them?

They had no motivation for that.

Blocking Castle.

Another direction.

Conrad followed closely behind Saba, inseparable.

"Haven't found Hermes?"

"No."

Conrad suddenly said.

"Now, most of the Demon Assessors should be dead, and Hermes is probably dead too."

Saba's skull-like face managed a hint of pleasure.

No choice!

Being so ugly, with his almost non-existent facial muscles, Saba couldn't make any more complex expressions.

"Boom~!"

Another wave of mist attacked. Conrad's dazed expression flickered and then returned to normal.

Not far away, a black-robed figure wearing a mask appeared, also holding a Withered Wood Scepter.

"Already controlled? No wonder they've been immune to my Soul Mist several times!"

"Blocking Knight, are the insects still not dealt with?"

A hoarse, dry voice echoed simultaneously in the souls of the five remaining Black Heavy Armored Persons.

"That golden-haired strongman is strange. We can't break his defense, and the other assessors are being held back by those star-level demons."

The Black Heavy Armored Person said fearfully.

"Trash~!"

"Concentrate your strength and take down that golden-haired strongman. I'll deal with these two stragglers."

"Bang~!"

After killing a Yellow Armored Person, Salif's companion gathered around. He casually collected the Yellow Armored Person's corpse, completely ignoring the few Mid-level Gods who looked on with desire.

"Want the Blocking Gold Saber?"

"Eight hundred thousand Ink Stones, not one less!"

A rough voice came through the dark helmet.

This person was likely a dwarf, judging by his short stature but large hands and feet, and his bulging muscles.

Perhaps only dwarves are like this.

Dwarves and orcs are widely distributed life forms on the Material Plane.

If the helmet wasn't worn,

no one could tell what branch of race this person belonged to.

"I'll take it!"

A purple-haired youth quickly ran up to the dwarf and directly handed over a Space Ring.

"Lucky you!"

The dwarf actually took out the Blocking Gold Saber and handed it to the purple-haired youth.

"Ah, you're really selling it?"

The black-armored dwarf's actions made the few surviving Demon Assessors extremely envious.

"Isn't that obvious! The people from the Demon Castle said they only recognize tokens, not people."

The survivors communicated via telepathy.

"Then if we..."

"Do you want to die? Neither you nor I will accompany you! Since the purple-haired youth dared to buy the token in person, why would he be afraid of you snatching it?"

The purple-haired youth put away the Gold Saber and glanced at the Demon Assessors who were communicating via telepathy with a half-smile.

He said nothing and continued to follow not far behind Salif and the others.

As for why?

Because those who didn't follow all died!

This Blocking Castle, with its seemingly solid stone structure, posed a restriction only to those undergoing the Demon Assessment.

Salif, along with the Yellow Armored Persons and Black Armored Persons who appeared from time to time, could move freely within.

Salif and his group broke through the walls of the Blocking Castle with brute force, while the Yellow Armored Persons and Black Armored Persons phased through them.

They were the landlords here.

Currently, within the Blocking Castle, besides the gatekeepers and a small number of Yellow Armored Persons and Black Heavy Armored Persons, only three groups remained alive from the Demon Castle's side.

Saba, and Conrad who followed behind Saba;

Salif and his companions, along with the assessors trailing behind them;

Hermes himself.

The High Gods who had arrogantly believed themselves powerful, thinking they could easily pass the assessment with their High God strength.

As a result, they were annihilated in one battle.

Even the High Godhead within their bodies became spoils for the Black Heavy Armored Persons.

Ultimately, all of them became Hermes's trophies.

"So much Ink Stone?"

Hermes, shaking off his tattered Middle God Artifact Armor, happily inventoried his wealth.