The End: Mutual Destruction!
"Screee!" A piercing raven's cry rang out!
The battle above Blood Raven Castle had reached its final moment. The castle lord had already assumed his true form: a raven with blood-red feathers and a wingspan of dozens of meters.
"Sairon, watch out! This big raven's going to stake his life!" Since Miupa and Sairon had dared to accept the mission, they had naturally studied the information on Swain long ago.
Swain was also a kind of Divine Beast known as a Blood Raven, which was why he had been called the Blood Raven Fiend in the past. Once he assumed his true form, it meant he was going to stake his life!
"All of you, die!" An even larger phantom of a Blood Raven appeared behind Swain, blotting out the sky. In the light of the blood sun, the enormous Divine Beast phantom looked even more ferocious, like a prehistoric bird of prey!
Swain had activated his Innate Divine Ability-Blood Burning! It was somewhat similar to the elf man's Life Law technique, greatly enhancing his attack power and speed. But his was an Innate Divine Ability, and it couldn't last very long.
Of course, he was already a top-tier Six-Star Fiend. After using Blood Burning, his strength had increased roughly threefold, bringing him close to the threshold of a Seven-Star Fiend.
The Blood Raven Divine Beast, dozens of meters long, circled high in the sky, its icy eyes fixed on the two men. Sairon and Miupa stood in midair, facing him in a temporary standoff. Judging by size alone, they were far smaller than their opponent, but being bigger wasn't always useful!
"Flames Burn All!" The furious Blood Raven went mad, staking his life to unleash this terrifying attack without regard for anything else. A sea of flames filled the sky and engulfed Sairon and Miupa almost instantly!
"Damn it! Not only has this attack grown more powerful, but his control over the domain has gotten much stronger too!" Sailong relied on crushing his enemies through sheer force and wasn't skilled at defense. Faced with this enhanced sea of purgatory fire, he was already having trouble holding out!
"Hang on! His Innate Divine Ability consumes a terrifying amount of soul power. It can't last much longer!" Miupa, who specialized in the Life Law, was far stronger than Sairon in defense. Even so, he could only protect himself; shielding his companion as well was impossible.
"Ah! Damn it!" Though Sairon also knew his opponent couldn't last much longer, he was even less able to hold out!
This damned flame domain!
As it turned out, the castle lord had fused the profound mystery of Magma Space, making him highly skilled in domain techniques. Before he unleashed his Innate Divine Ability, Sairon had barely been able to withstand the burning sea of fire. Now, however, the suppression he suffered within it was so great that he could hardly move!
"Damn it! Miupa, avenge me!" In the end, Sairon failed to hold out. Before he died, he regretted rushing into a Six-Star Fiend mission. Though he excelled at offense and was confident he was no weaker than any Six-Star Fiend in that regard, his shortcomings in defense, speed, and other areas were far too obvious.
He had thought teaming up with Miupa would leave nothing to chance, but unfortunately, they had chosen the wrong opponent. Swain, the lord of Blood Raven Castle, was far stronger than an ordinary Six-Star Fiend. After unleashing his Innate Divine Ability at the end, he could probably rival a Seven-Star Fiend.
"Sailong!" His close friend, who had roamed the Infernal Realm with him for tens of millions of years, had suddenly died, and even the refined elf Miupa was driven somewhat mad! His eyes brimmed with tears, his clear pupils bloodshot as he stared with hatred at the monstrous Blood Raven at the source of the sea of fire!
"Ha ha! One's dead. Worth it!" Swain glanced at the elf man, whose aura was still fairly steady, with some regret. This elf who cultivated the Life Law was simply too well-rounded. Not only were his attacks immensely powerful, but his defense was also extremely strong. Even after unleashing his Innate Divine Ability, Swain could do nothing to him.
"Die!" Miupa turned into a bolt of green lightning and charged at the monstrous Blood Raven. His furious sword strike was filled with terrifying Life Divine Power, and his entire body passed straight through the Blood Raven's head!
Swain's soul had already been depleted, leaving him utterly spent, and he could no longer dodge Miupa's sword.
The strike caused him to lose consciousness forever. "Sailong, I've avenged you!" The elf man had successfully killed the target of the mission, and he would soon be a Six-Star Fiend, but he couldn't feel happy no matter what. Because today, his best brother had died!
And that was the prevailing theme of the Infernal Realm.
"Those two are so strong." Rog and his servant, who had watched the battle from inside the castle, also admired the two men's strength. This was especially true of Dimont: only his physical attacks could be considered to be at the level of a top-tier Six-Star Fiend. But if he fought those two, he would surely die.
"You really can't underestimate the experts in the Infernal Realm." Rog was also somewhat moved. Of the three who had fought, he was only confident of dealing with the weakest, the burly black-haired man. Even if he gave it his all, he probably still wouldn't be a match for the other two.
"Does anyone have an extra Black Raven Token? If anyone has one to spare, I'm willing to pay for it." Rog and the others had returned to the Metallic Lifeform they had traveled in. A voice suddenly rang out in its rear cabin, and almost everyone there turned to look. The speaker was a beautiful elf woman with long emerald-green hair. She had hidden at the very back of the group and hadn't fought the Black Raven Guards head-on. Though she had survived, she hadn't obtained the mission item, so naturally she had no way to become a Fiend.
Rog suddenly remembered that too. For the Fiend Castle's assessment mission, they only checked whether you had the token; they didn't care how you got it. Whether you stole it or bought it, as long as you handed in the mission item when the time came, you passed the assessment.
"You want to buy one? Ha ha... I do have some extra Black Raven Tokens, and quite a few Blood Raven Tokens too." Dimont's rough voice suddenly rang out in the rear cabin. He had killed quite a few Blood Raven Castle guards along the way, leaving him with plenty of extra Black Raven Tokens and Blood Raven Tokens.
Dimont's words immediately excited the beautiful elf and some of the others, giving them a sudden glimmer of hope.
"Sir, how much?" someone immediately asked, beating the elf woman to it. "My price isn't high. One million Inkstones. If you want one, pay up." At his master Rog's request, Dimont deliberately took out all the tokens.
"One million?" someone immediately cried out.
To a Highgod, one million Inkstones might not be much. But to a Midgod, it was an exorbitant sum. Not everyone was like Dimont, capable of killing Highgods as a Midgod. Ordinary Midgods could only accumulate a fortune of over a million through battle and plunder, time and again.
"I'll take one," the man who had hurried to ask the price immediately said. Though nearly two hundred examinees had returned alive, at least fifty or sixty of them still hadn't obtained the mission item. When the others heard someone was buying, they immediately grew anxious. Unfortunately, not everyone could produce a million Inkstones.
"Give me one." The beautiful elf who had spoken first hurried over to Dimont and bought a Godspark. Before long, all twenty-three tokens had been snapped up.
"Dimont, what's this? Have you taken a liking to that elf?" Though Dimont was his "subordinate," he had his own emotions and desires.
Back on the Material Plane, Dimont might have looked down on ordinary beauties. Now that he had come to a Divine Plane and met goddesses with their own distinctive charms, it was only natural for him to appreciate their beauty.
"Heh, of course not." Though Dimont acted unconcerned, he had always been a battle maniac, and his sudden uncharacteristic behavior made his thoughts obvious to Rog.
"If you like her, go after her boldly. With your strength, that elf woman probably won't refuse." Though Dimont was his subordinate, Rog was no fiend who would deprive him of the right to pursue love freely, or even marry and have children.
I wonder what a child born to a Six-Armed Demon Ape and an elf would look like? Recalling the Six-Armed Demon Ape's enormous, terrifying and ferocious body, Rog glanced again at the petite elf beauty. If those two got together, wouldn't it be just like "Beauty and the Beast"? The image was too beautiful; Rog didn't dare think any further.