Chapter 85 (continued)

Hmm...

I'm so angry!!!

How dare you come looking for me under the guise of Mel!

With a loud crash, the evil spirits that had broken free from my consciousness accidentally damaged the cultural relics, knocking down perfectly good pillars. Howling, they pounced on the incarnation of the devil. Perhaps my emotions were too intense, because without giving any command, the evil spirits had already entered a frenzied battle state.

The demon's incarnation was like an illusion. When the first evil spirit crashed into it, it was no longer in place. But I reached out, my willpower extended, and I grabbed the stone pillars scattered on the ground. I used Magic Power to empower them, allowing them to traverse between reality and Void. As soon as the demon's figure appeared, it was slammed flat onto the ground by the stone pillars.

Hmph! Mages don't just rely on their eyes to lock onto enemies!

A piercing scream, so sharp it almost made my eyes see stars, echoed in my mind. I was absolutely certain it wasn't coming through my ears; this demon was clearly trying to influence my mental world.

I quickly constructed a defense within my soul, but this was indeed somewhat difficult. In the past, in order to ensure that my fellow disciples controlled by my willpower could enter and exit quickly, I had never set up a defense for my own soul. This kind of defense was only for demons and belonged to a niche and unpopular spell. Even in the legendary era, the probability of a mage being attacked by a demon was not high, unless he foolishly tried to summon one.

So I abandoned defense and started smashing the stone pillar again.

But it was actually alright without any defense, because as soon as I saw the fake Mel crawling on the ground, with that ridiculously pitiful posture, I got furious again. It was impossible for the devil to seize my soul's weakness!

Come on, attack my soul! I guarantee it'll try and see what happens; I'll show it that some mages on the Prime Material Plane are more terrifying than demons!

How dare a mere devil impersonate my Mel, and do it so utterly tasteless!

I summoned Hellfire, but instead of letting the flames spread, I pressed them down firmly with both hands. The Hellfire in my hands seemed to condense into pure black light, without any brightness... well, light. It was the first time I had compressed a large amount of Hellfire into this shape, so I was amazed myself. Then I threw this ball of black light at the demon's head.

"Aa..."

The devil let out a remarkably human scream—damn it, it was Mel's voice!

"Don't hit me, Xipei!" the devil began his verbal attack.

I sneered and continued swinging the stone pillar, clanging and banging. I found that hitting people—no, hitting demons—was really enjoyable and stress-relieving, especially since the opponent was an enemy who didn't deserve any sympathy. It was so effortless and pure fun!

It feels great!

Previously, when I was stuck in a bottleneck during my experiments, Moli would always try to get me to play online games, saying that beating up monsters in the game could relieve stress. As a result, even though I had never played games, I knew a lot of online game terms. However, I felt that online games are a cooperative game for multiple people. If I played badly, wouldn't I be dragging everyone down and making things even more stressful? So I rejected Moli's suggestion.

... And when I get back I have to tell Moli that playing video games is nowhere near as stress-relieving as beating up the devil!

"Ouch, that hurts! Xipei, stop hitting me!" The devil continued to try to manipulate her with words.

You devil, how dare you call me Xipei! Even Reynold wouldn't dare!!!

Bang! The stone pillar shattered. I grabbed another one and kept smashing it.

"Wow! Master, I'm about to be beaten to death! Stop! Stop! Let's talk this out!" the demon screamed.

But I remained unmoved.

--Never believe a word the devil says, that's common sense! Especially the Shadow Demon, which is particularly good at bewitching people and feeds on soul power. Once the victim lowers their guard and thinks that the devil can negotiate or even make a deal, they will definitely lose everything and won't even be able to keep their own soul.

Unlike other races in the Prime Material Plane, even a great demon king in a chaotic world still retains a sense of good and evil deep in his heart. Demons come from the Void, or the abyss, or Abyss, or the demon realm. In short, as the name suggests, it is another world. Therefore, our world's concept of good and evil cannot be used to measure them!

In our world, every race has good and bad. Even among goblins, there are obedient and adorable ones. Even among elves, there are wicked ones. But demons are different. To us in the Prime Material Plane, the entire demon race is a purely evil force, because the barrier between us is an entire world.

There are two ways to deal with encountering a devil: one, run away quickly; two, capture him and take him home for experiments.

I choose option two!

A devil delivered right to your door!

The demon, wearing Mel's body, looked at me with a pitiful expression. I immediately felt my self-control fail me again, and reason said goodbye to me. In anger, I condensed Hellfire into two large hands. My evil spirits huddled together in fear and hid in the corner. My teacher knelt on the ground, trembling. His appearance was very undignified and completely unbecoming of a mage. This made me even angrier, and I kicked him directly.

That's the downside of souls controlled by necromancers: even though I'm not angry with them, they're still as scared as chickens about to be slaughtered!

With my Hand of Hellfire, I grabbed the demon with one hand and pinched its head with the other, then pulled hard. With a "plop," the demon's head was ripped off. I then fed it to my fellow disciples. Seeing that I really wouldn't do anything to them, they pounced on it and ate with great relish, even their howls became gentler.

The remaining body of the demon avatar swayed and twisted, with clusters of purple light emanating from its neck. I knew that cutting off the avatar's head wouldn't kill the demon, so I didn't care and prepared to cast a spell to set up a magic circle to capture it.

"Hey! How can you be so violent!" the devil shouted. "I really only transformed into the appearance of someone you like to talk to you in order to show my kindness, but you're just too terrifying!"

Fortunately, this time it didn't use Mel's voice. The devil's true voice sounded like fingernails scratching an iron basin, making it feel like being skinned alive.

"Why did you hit your lover?!" The devil actually sounded aggrieved.

Oh!

I picked at my ear, squinted, and couldn't help but reply, "If you were someone else, maybe I could hit you a little more gently."

You became Mel?

If you want to die, just say so! I can try all sorts of methods to kill a demon!

"No! Don't do it!" the devil cried out, instantly transforming into a fat old man.

I watched silently as the Five-Star Old Man version of the devil appeared before me, and immediately lost the desire to squeeze it, so I tossed it aside.

... The slime that the Five-Star Old Man turned into was so disgusting that whenever I saw his human form, I immediately thought of that disgusting green thing and felt like vomiting.

... vomit...

Demons are beings from another world. I once taught my apprentices that there is no magic in the Prime Material Plane that can read minds without harming the soul, but demons can. They can directly see the surface thoughts of humans in the Prime Material Plane.

That's how it knows I like Mel.

The Five-Star Old Man devil touched his neck with lingering fear; the gesture was remarkably human, almost exaggeratedly so.

The five-star demon crawled out from under my Hand of Hellfire, dusted itself off, and said in the voice of Five-Star Old Man, "Ahem, sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to provoke you."

I looked at him coldly and said, "What's your purpose? Aren't you afraid of being sterilized by the sacred fire?"

The five-star demon shuddered and said with a grin, "Oh, you mean that paladin? No, no, no need to worry about him. If it were a priest, that would be a bit scary, but a knight is fine. See, he couldn't drag you out this time, could he?"

... How come this guy even imitated the Five-Star Old Man with his glib, bureaucratic mannerisms?! Did the Five-Star Old Man Army really leave such a deep impression on me?!

"Where am I?" To be honest, I'm a little curious myself. "Am I still in the same place?"