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The faces of the two demons both showed expressions of doubt. There had absolutely not been a sword here before. And what was with the skull? Could it be some kind of vicious trap that would trigger a powerful curse upon touch? Whatever the possibility, one fact was undeniable—the intruders had already broken into this place, and were most likely nearby.
The two Enchantress Demons stepped forward cautiously while thoroughly searching every possible corner where someone might be lurking. However, even as they approached the sword stuck in the ground, they still hadn't discovered anything abnormal, at least not within their excellent visual range.
"This sword seems a bit odd." The two demons cautiously kept their distance, assessing the weapon that had appeared out of nowhere from a few feet away. "It emits a kind of chill that makes me very uncomfortable... Wait, could this be a Cold Iron Weapon?"
The Enchantress Demons were no ordinary demons. They were among the strongest of the Middle Rank Demons, their strength comparable to some High Rank Demons, and their intelligence on par with the Soul Judging Demons, known strategists among demons. In fact, the Enchantress Demons had always believed they deserved a higher position in demon society and seized every opportunity to prove this point.
Therefore, it was not surprising they could recognize Cold Iron. Despite having strong muscles, indestructible claws, and scales as hard as metal armor, these demons were very concerned about what could harm them, and Cold Iron ranked high on their threat list.
However, at the same time, a weapon forged from this material could be vastly effective in their hands because the residents of the Abyss were mostly busy killing each other, and any demon would be happy to possess a Cold Iron Weapon.
But now, there was a problem—there were two demons...
The leading Enchantress Demon made a move to pull the Longsword from the ground. Cromwell, pretending to be just an ordinary skull, was ready to carry out Lancelot's plan. But suddenly, the Enchantress Demon whirled around, its huge pincers smashing down on its unsuspecting companion, knocking it to the ground.
"Are you fucking insane?!" The downtrodden Enchantress Demon let out a painful roar, its neck pinned by its companion's claws, struggling with all its might to prevent the claws from closing, "Why would you attack me?"
"Because I knew you were about to strike me. I foresaw it and struck first! Hahaha!" The attacking demon erupted into laughter, "Die, Dibonaru. I will tell the great Mother of Demons that you died heroically protecting her castle in battle!!"
The successful traitor leaned forward, putting all its weight on its front claws. The demon beneath it despaired, kicking wildly in a futile struggle.
Finally, with a crisp snap, the victim's defenses collapsed, and the upper demon's figure sank, a head tumbled out.
Even after being decapitated, the demon still struggled violently for a while until all of its blood drained out. The Enchantress Demon mounted atop its headless kin flourished its claws, gouging out the dead companion's heart from its body and ate it bite by bite, finally standing up relieved.
Hidden in the shadows, Lancelot couldn't help feeling speechless. His original plan involved using the Shadow Jump for a surprise attack, and with Cromwell's help attack from front and back to take down one, then deal with the other through direct combat. However, he had merely left Frostslash in place as bait and the two demons had already destroyed each other, reducing their numbers by one without his interference.
Indeed, it was fratricide. Lancelot could see it clearly from his perspective—the Misleading Demon walking behind did intend to raise its pincers, but the demon in front moved faster and more abruptly. Lancelot quietly reminded himself that Twin Bridges Town was a neutral place, and its residents were anomalies among demons. The abrupt treachery he had just witnessed, where a demon didn't hesitate to kill its companion, was typical of demon behavior. Stay updated through My Virtual Library Empire
After killing its companion, the Misleading Demon seemed to remember there could be intruders. It cautiously circled around Frostslash several times, also attempting to cast spells like Dispel Magic and Detect Curse on the longsword, naturally finding nothing amiss.
Finally, it appeared to make up its mind, stretching out its huge pincer claws, ready to pull out the longsword embedded in the ground.
Just then, the skull on the sword handle's chin moved slightly, as if loosened by the breeze created by the demon's gestures, and a brown clay pot fell from its mouth.
The Misleading Demon's eyes flashed with a cold light as it jumped backwards sharply, eyes fixed tightly on the clay pot, ready to deal with any sudden changes.
That clay pot was none other than Koula's Flash Bomb. From his fight with the Shadow Weavers, Lancelot had learned that this tool paired with Shadow Jump was a perfect combination. After all, as he was not a creature of the Shadow Realm, the bright light did not put him at a disadvantage in attack or defense.
The best part was that almost everyone instinctively stared at it, maximizing its effect.
As expected, a brilliant light burst forth the moment the clay pot hit the ground, casting a long shadow behind the Misleading Demon's enormous body. Lancelot immediately deployed his Shadow Jump ability, appearing behind the demon before the bright light faded, and swung down his Giant Sword Glacier.
Unexpectedly, the demon sensed the movement behind it and turned around in an extreme limit, catching Lancelot's intended surprise attack with its huge pincer claws.
There was a very brief pause when disengaging from Shadow Jump, which was almost negligible when fleeing, but still left the enemy a slight chance to react when launching a sudden attack. The Misleading Demon was evidently very vigilant, and even in a state of blindness, it still relied on its excellent instincts to sense the direction of the threat and make the only correct response.
But with Lancelot's strength, a correct response alone was not enough. A cracking sound traveled up the demon's bones to its ears, and it horrifyingly realized that its indestructible claws had been split. How could a mortal possess such strength? Who was this assailant launching the sneak attack?
Then, a terrible pain erupted from behind the demon, as if a long spear had been thrust into its back. Another one? Where did they come from?
The Misleading Demon no longer had the chance to understand the truth of the situation, as the attack from behind caused it to weaken its grip. At the same time, Lancelot mobilized the True Yuan within his Dantian, unleashing extreme strength. The Great Sword, pressed against the two giant claws, landed on the Misleading Demon's shoulder and, after less than a second of resistance, the blade entered the demon's body and cleaved it completely in two.