(Do you know how much harm stockpiling chapters does to a diligent author?)
(I'm going to get a foot massage to mend the pain in my heart. I hope you'll show some support through love-powered contributions.)
The nineteen-meter-tall Balor was clad in armor formed of flames and molten lava that radiated searing heat.
Its horns curved backward, while fine fragments of rule runes fell and tangled from them like a waterfall of fire.
Strands of evil aura from the Abyss were released in the process.
Around the dark-red Balor, tiny flames of rules continuously flickered into being and perished.
Every collision, birth, and extinction of those flames released the oppressive might of rule power.
The moment a demon lord entered Isata, even its unconscious release of pressure made many people feel as though they were suffocating.
The ring of third-circle grand wizards who had gathered to watch were all staring toward Charles in terror.
Among those grand wizards, any who had studied the Abyssal Grimoire or undergone demon bloodline modification had only one thought at that moment: to fall to their knees in worship.
Some merely felt their knees go weak, on the verge of kneeling.
One third-circle grand wizard who had fully mastered his demon bloodline nearly stopped breathing. He muttered, "That's a Balor demon lord, isn't it? So powerful?"
Up ahead—
At the wizard sages' position.
Noah was still on guard.
But when he heard the Balor demon lord speak, he could no longer keep his expression composed.
Remaining wary, he looked down at Anderson beside the Balor.
Upon hearing Charles speak, Anderson's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
He raised a trembling hand and said, "Charles? You're Charles?"
The Balor demon lord nodded slightly, then swept his gaze around. Wherever his eyes passed, every wizard felt