Chapter 1084: Section 1085: The Greatest Threat
 

The situation in Lassudral was changing by the second.

Having just dealt with about twenty Intermediate Rank Demons starting to probe the area, the fiery energy in the air suddenly became extremely turbulent and active. In such a state, the power of all fire-related Spell Techniques greatly increased.

But no Wizard, or Demon for that matter, dared use any fire-related Spell Technique because as the power of fire increased, it would also go completely out of control. Incineration might not occur, but incidents of fire-related Spell Techniques harming allies happened one after another.

Being unable to use fire Spell Techniques was one thing, but with the raging power of fire eroding the air, all other elemental Spell Techniques were suppressed as well. This change led to many elemental Wizards being at a disadvantage when facing Demons, finding themselves in a tight spot.

“This is an utter disaster!” An Ashen Wizard abandoned his innate fire Spell Techniques and started using the unfamiliar Dark Mist Concealment to assist his companions.

No sooner had he finished speaking than the falling fire in the sky began to change.

The situation where the falling fire formed waterfalls only happened at the confluence of fire Pattern nodes, but now even non-nodal areas occasionally experienced falling fires.

From time to time, meteor-like flames fell from the sky without any way to predict their origin or landing points, striking down randomly.

The speaking Ashen Wizard had just cast Dark Mist Concealment when he was struck by a falling fireball from the sky and smashed to the ground.

With a thunderous crash, a huge pit formed in the ground, and the flames instantly ignited the pit.

It took a good while for the Ashen Wizard to crawl out.

Luckily, he was a fire Wizard with strong resistance to flames, and he only suffered some superficial wounds. But that didn’t mean he was alright; being interrupted mid-spell forced him to endure a Spell Backlash. The blood trickling from the corner of his mouth was a testament to the internal damage he had suffered.

It was also fortunate he was an Official Wizard; had it been an Apprentice instead, not to mention the falling fire, the Spell Backlash alone would have been enough to obliterate them.

The Ashen Wizard barely managed to hold on and was about to fly back up to the ice floe to recover when he lifted his head and his pupils suddenly constricted.

Accompanied by a fragrant breeze, a seductive figure appeared before him.

It was a Pannas Charm Demon with a cherry-lipped mouth on its forehead, looking at him with a coquettish laugh and eyes full of allure.

The Ashen Wizard quickly gathered his composure, knowing that the most terrifying thing about a Succubus was its ubiquitous seduction; he had to guard his spirit. Otherwise, if his defenses were breached, he would be doomed.

“Thankfully, it’s just a Succubus.” The Ashen Wizard muttered to himself, the threat of a Succubus being relatively small for a Wizard. Had it been any other kind of Demon, he would have found it difficult to handle.

However, when the Ashen Wizard tuned himself to a completely rational state, he discovered that the Succubus facing him didn’t resort to using any seductive Spell Techniques but instead—

The Succubus laughed coquettishly and suddenly swelled in size, its form becoming comparable to that of a troll, appearing so abruptly before him.

What were once somewhat alluring features stretched out, looking fierce and terrifying, while the cherry-lipped mouth on its forehead began to unfurl, blooming with the fervor of a man-eating flower.

Its skin flashed metallically in the light of the flames, shining with a scale-like Pattern gloss.

This was no Realm Charm Demon that uses spiritual power to seduce the world, but a true embodiment of a War God in the flesh!

Moreover, this was no minor Demon; the energy emanating from it soared straight to the peak of an Intermediate Rank Demon!

In virtually an instant, the Ashen Wizard found himself completely entangled by the now gigantic Succubus. Its spider-leg-like tendrils snatched him up from the edge of the fiery pit and flung him high into the sky.

The next second, countless bone spines pierced through his chest and abdomen.

In the last second before his demise, the Ashen Wizard didn’t see the terrifying Succubus but rather the floating fire Patterns in the sky.

And also, compared to earlier, the number of Intermediate Rank Demons that had surrounded Frostmoon’s ice floe had increased by an unknown multiple. The Ashen Wizard’s death, in the midst of this abrupt war, was but a mere microcosm. No one cared about his death because it wasn’t just him; the multitude of Intermediate Rank Demons racing towards the ice floe meant that for the first time the number of human corpses falling from the sky exceeded that of the Demons.

After killing the Ashen Wizard, the Succubus did not hesitate to devour him.

“Indeed, delicious, much tastier than the little flies sent by Yadasai. But, such a small amount of flesh hardly fills the gaps between my teeth.” The soft voice emerged from the mouth of the Succubus.

With its tongue licking its cheek, like that of a snake, it turned its gaze toward the ice floe in the sky, the mouth on its forehead splitting into a terrifying curve.

The Succubus’s perfect figure curled slightly, like a cannonball ready to be fired, aiming directly at the ice floe in the sky.

However, at that moment, a slender figure clad in black bone armor stood in its way.

“Nya, the strength of the humans has not yet been exhausted; it will be very dangerous to go now.”

Nya looked at Yadasai with a hint of disdain in her eyes, but she didn’t resist. Instead, she laughed softly, her form gradually shrinking back to her previous ordinary appearance.

A flicker of relief crossed Yadasai’s eyes, but the next second, he saw Nya turn around and walk away.

“Where are you going?”

“The owner of the Misty Cabin, just an ordinary Indigenous People, won’t last long in such circumstances. Since he has helped me achieve my goal, I naturally want to repay the favor,” Ji said, her voice reaching Adar’s ears.

Adar frowned, the Misty Cabin was not even in the radius of his consideration at the moment, not to mention that with Fafnir’s presence there, it was hardly in any danger.

He was about to remind Ji of this when she had already disappeared into the depths of the raging fire.

Ji was indeed heading to the outskirts of the south, but she wasn’t going to the Misty Cabin. Her conversation with Adar had been just a pretext; her actual target was—

“The Hunting Museum.” Ji looked at the sign of the Hunting Museum from a distance, a captivating smile curling up on her lips: “Prey, I like that word. Whose prey will I be, or rather, who will be my prey?”

A delicate laugh was concealed within the rolling flames.

…

The situation in the sky was indeed critical, with the floating ice surrounded by hundreds of Intermediate Rank Demons. Even Monty found it very tricky.

“Lord Monty, ten of the Frostmoon Wizards have lost vital signs, and three are missing, probably having fallen to the ground,” Maher reported, his usually stern face tinged with redness in his eyes.

Those Wizards whose whereabouts were unknown could almost certainly be linked to death.

Moreover, this was just the count of Frostmoon Wizards; it didn’t include members from other Witcher Organizations.

“Let the Soul Sorcerers collect their departed spirits,” Monty pondered.

Maher immediately turned and instructed his subordinates to inform the Soul Sorcerers. After relaying the orders, Maher turned back and said solemnly, “Lord Monty, if this continues, the losses will be incalculable…”

“I understand what you’re saying, but now is not the time for me to act. What we need to do is hold the floating ice; it’s our last stronghold. And then we must find a way to break out… By the way, have we received any communication from Sinafa?”

Maher shook his head: “Madame Sinafa is still on her way to the southern suburbs, but it seems the Demons have discovered her. I saw fluctuations of battle on the streets below.”

Monty was well aware that being stuck in the sky was the most disadvantageous situation for them, so he had made contingency plans. Sinafa was one of them; she was dispatched to investigate that building in the southern suburbs from the ground. As soon as they could determine Aoluxiya’s location, the tide of the battle would turn back into their hands.

“Keep an eye out for communications from Sinafa,” Monty paused then asked, “What about Sanders?”

“Lord Illusion Demon and Lord Night Thorn are both intercepting Demons outside the floating ice.”

Monty nodded and after a moment of thought, he said, “Send Samantha to support them. We can’t let the Demons break through the floating ice’s defense perimeter.”

Outside the floating ice.

Kanter, panting heavily, returned to Sanders’ side, his eyes filled with intense envy. His whole body was covered in dust and grime, yet Sanders managed to keep his black suit immaculate, without a wrinkle in sight.

But most importantly, Sanders’ ornate black and gold cloak, which seemed more decorative than practical, was unscathed and fluttering dramatically. He looked effortlessly dashing.

“Why is there such a big gap between people?” Kanter grumbled to himself while tossing a small Demon that was deeply unconscious to Sanders.

This was a reconnaissance-type small Demon, shaped like a floating dandelion with a handle at the bottom. It had the function of recording images and detecting various pheromones.

Sanders casually put the small Demon into the Gravity Garden.

Due to owning a personal Witchcraft Garden, Sanders’ role this time was not only as a combatant but also as a smuggler. These weaker Demons with special effects were his smuggling targets.

After securing the small Demon, Sanders glanced at him, “Remember to conserve your strength, it’s not time to fight to the death yet.”

Sanders looked toward the distant Void Tower, appearing majestic and massive in the bright firelight. He knew that inside it dwelled the true Controller of Lassudral, the greatest threat in this battle.

Kanter gave a bitter smile, “I’d like to conserve strength too, but facing top-tier Intermediate Rank Demons, I dare not hold back.”

While Kanter spoke, a faint cold fragrance wafted from behind him, prompting Kanter to instinctively turn and launch an attack.

After he released Night Thorn, he realized the newcomer was Samantha.

Samantha casually deflected Night Thorn and didn’t comment further on Kanter’s attack but said, “Kanter, Lord Monty has summoned you.”

At this, Kanter heaved a sigh of relief. A summons from Monty surely meant scouting duty. As long as he didn’t run into that dark-skinned woman again, it was much more relaxing than defending outside.

Kanter scampered back to the floating ice, while Samantha lifted her head and said to Sanders, “Lord Monty has sent me to support you.”

Sanders noncommittally nodded and casually pointed behind Samantha.

“Watch your back.”