IRM Chapter 34

Although they said the Demon King was in trouble, as long as the Demon King’s castle remained intact, it meant the Demon King wasn’t in any real danger. This was because the Demon King’s castle, being a special space, had to be maintained by the Demon King himself—this was a restriction carved into his bloodline.

 

But this didn’t mean Saintess Coralie could put her mind at ease. In the cruel and forbidden traditions of the demon clan, making someone suffer without any real danger was all too easy.

 

Her anger surged upward like flames, and the restless irritation became even more pronounced after she lifted her bloodline restrictions.

 

The demon guard followed beside her with a bitter expression, pleading in a low voice. “Little Master, please calm down. The castle really can’t be entered—the Dark Elf lord is guarding there, and no one can escape his eyes!”

 

Saintess Coralie charged forward like an enraged little bull, head down. “Don’t worry, I’ll tear off both your wings and his, and nail them to the castle pillars for display.”

 

Demon guard: TvT I knew it!

 

In her demonized form, Saintess Coralie’s speed increased greatly. She raced toward the castle with a whooshing sound, drawing continuous exclamations from both sides of the street.

 

These exclamations carried undisguisable terror. Every demon who saw her instinctively covered their horns, tails, bone wings, and other body parts that clearly appeared to be in danger.

 

It was obvious their psychological trauma was extensive.

 

Evan and Brandon had long since been unable to keep up with her speed. They were now riding on the bears’ backs, watching Saintess Coralie’s retreating figure with complex expressions.

 

Evan lowered his eyes, his voice very quiet. “Actually, I always knew she didn’t like the Church, but I never thought she was also a…”

 

He found it somewhat difficult to say the word “demon.” In the concepts that had been instilled in Evan since childhood, demons were always the evil and cruel side. This kind of forcibly engraved impression was very hard to change. Even though reason told him he couldn’t judge a person entirely by their race, the subconscious rejection still left him feeling at a loss.

 

The sudden huge contrast made it impossible for him to be as natural as he had been when facing the little undead.

 

Ji Chi heard his words and said indifferently, “During all that time before, did you ever think of rejecting her?”

 

Evan was stunned and shook his head. “Of course not.”

 

“Then she’s just changed her hair color and eye color—why do you find this so hard to accept?”

 

Evan: “How could this be the same…”

 

Ji Chi ignored him. “How is it not the same? She still curses just as straightforwardly, shows disdain just as obviously, and fights just as crazily. Has she gotten any better?”

 

Evan: I don’t know what to say, but I just feel your description is very complicated.

 

Ji Chi finally looked at him. “Didn’t you say before that it would be good if everyone could be like me and not care about race or profession? Well, now you can try it—cast aside her appearance and looks, just focus on her behavior. Everyone’s actions will let you recognize who she really is.”

 

Evan quietly hummed in acknowledgment, bit his lip, and raised his eyes to look at Saintess Coralie’s retreating figure.

 

By this time, they had reached the vicinity of the castle, and more and more high-level demons came to try to stop them.

 

A pale and gloomy vampire stepped forward, attempting to persuade Saintess Coralie.

 

Saintess Coralie: “If you don’t want to spend your whole life sucking blood with dentures, then get the hell away from me.”

 

A headless knight raised a great axe to block Saintess Coralie’s path.

 

Saintess Coralie: “Wasn’t cutting off one of your heads enough back then? If you want anything else, just say it directly—I’ll help you right away.”

 

Finally, a soft and delicate male succubus was pushed forward, gazing at Saintess Coralie with tears like pear blossoms in the rain.

 

Saintess Coralie finally stopped, staring at him for a while with a dangerous look that moved downward. “What? Want to be my sister?”

 

Both Evan and the succubus shivered together. All filters shattered, and they even felt like going home a little.

 

What was I even struggling with! Hasn’t she always been a devil!

 

They arrived at the castle in a storm of activity. The low-level demons who had tried to stop Saintess Coralie all followed behind her like little wives, looking like they really wanted to stop her but were worried about losing some part of their bodies.

 

The castle where the Demon King resided was now surrounded by a fence woven from roses. These roses appeared delicate and harmless, inviting one to pick them, but anyone who approached would be tightly bound by those thorn-covered vines, which would use the squeezed-out fresh blood to nourish their bright red blooms.

 

Saintess Coralie stopped in front of the rose bushes, her face stern as she stared at the dark elf with gray-black skin. “Levi, what do you mean by this?”

 

The dark elf named Levi shook his pitch-black wings and sighed with a laugh, feigning sadness. “It’s only been a few years since you left, and you won’t even call me Uncle anymore? My lovely little master seems to have changed a bit.”

 

Saintess Coralie stood within arm’s reach of him, fury burning bright in her eyes. “Don’t give me other nonsense—what exactly have you done to my father?”

 

Levi put away his smile and glanced at the several people following behind her, lingering especially long on Evan.

 

Saintess Coralie said impatiently, “Just speak directly. They don’t have as many ulterior motives as you do.”

 

Levi was helpless and still lowered his voice to tell her. “Please rest assured, Little Master. His Majesty the Demon King is fine now—he’s just sleeping.”

 

Saintess Coralie’s eyes turned cold as she stated matter-of-factly, “You made him sleep.”

 

The dark elf neither denied nor admitted it, just looked away. “Your father was too hesitant. He would put the entire Demon King’s castle in danger. What we need is not endless avoidance, but resistance—to let the Church know our determination and strength.”

 

Saintess Coralie said angrily, “That’s still not a reason for you to make him sleep without permission! He’s not a selfish and cruel person—what couldn’t you discuss with him…”

 

Saintess Coralie suddenly understood something and stared at Levi in shock. “You want to… abandon me and mother?”

 

A flash of apology passed through Levi’s eyes, but there was more persistence and coldness—this was the nature of fallen demons who only cared about their own interests.

 

Saintess Coralie also had half demon blood. She understood this way of thinking very well, but she had also spent many years with humans and had ultimately been assimilated by humanity. She would feel sad and hurt by being abandoned, and she also understood more clearly the power of companionship.

 

Saintess Coralie’s last bit of hesitation disappeared. She proudly raised her chin like a true princess, her bloodline advantage crushing the dark elf before her: “In that case, I suppose I don’t need to hold back against you anymore. Let’s handle this according to demon tradition. I hope you’d better not—die by my hand!”

 

The dark elf smelled the scent of her blood beginning to boil, his eyes also darkening. On his straight, thin back, a curved bow made of elven wood slowly materialized. “Little Master, you can’t win against me, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

 

Saintess Coralie grinned. “How do you know without trying? After all, Uncle Levi hasn’t seen me for many years!”

 

High-level summoning magic didn’t require scrolls. She simply suspended her slender white fingertip in the air, using the fresh blood flowing from her fingertip to draw a summoning circle half a person’s height in front of her.

 

Seeing this, Levi raised his eyebrows. “The Demon King’s bloodline really is cheating—you can already use high-level summoning magic now? But how do you plan to defeat an elven ranger when you can only summon one familiar?”

 

This brought up the rangers of the Magic Sword Continent—a very troublesome profession. Rangers had extremely fast movement speed, were very agile in dodging and attacking, and their attack method was long-range archery. Even though their damage wasn’t high and their health was average, they could slowly wear down enemies through positioning, which was very annoying.

 

If this ranger happened to be from the elven race, it would be even more disastrous. Three-dimensional movement meant enemies not only had to watch for attacks from the ground but also defend against cold arrows shot from above… In general, this was also why few races on the continent were willing to provoke the elven race.

 

Saintess Coralie naturally understood all this, but she wasn’t panicked at all. She just raised her somewhat pale face and smiled. “I’m not here to defeat you. I just want to teach you a principle—one person really isn’t that impressive!”

 

The blood-red summoning circle in front of her suddenly shattered, and an extremely fast black shadow flashed out from the red light, pouncing and biting toward Levi!

 

Levi flapped his wings and nimbly dodged the black shadow’s attack. Suspended in mid-air, he looked down at the monster on the ground and couldn’t help laughing. “Haha! Why would you think to summon a Night Stalker? Just because of its speed? But… it can’t attack me either.”

 

Levi leisurely dodged the ferociously roaring Night Stalker. This low-level demon creature, famous for appearing and disappearing mysteriously, had its abilities multiplied several times under Saintess Coralie’s summoning circle enhancement, but still couldn’t catch the dark elf’s attention.

 

After dodging a few times, Levi grew bored. He had thought the Demon King’s daughter might have grown to be quite outstanding, but she turned out to still be like a little girl, coming back just to throw a tantrum with them.

 

He looked up at Saintess Coralie standing there alone and completely undefended, sneered, and charged forward with afterimages, reaching his palm toward that frail body!

 

Sizzle—pure light elements burned on the gray-black skin, making crackling and splitting sounds. The dark elf had stopped his movement in time but still left deep cuts on his body.

 

At some point, Saintess Coralie’s surroundings had become filled with a light net so fine it was invisible. She stood in the light, still waving a thin staff in her hand.

 

Levi narrowly dodged the Night Stalker’s attack this time, covering his injured palm as he turned back to look at Saintess Coralie, surprise mixed with disgust. “You really went and learned light magic! Are you trying to abandon your demon identity!”

 

Saintess Coralie gave him a holy smile—the perfect expression she had practiced at the Church. “I haven’t abandoned anything. I’ve always been just Saintess Coralie.”

 

Levi suspended in mid-air, coldly watching her for a while. “Then I definitely can’t let you in.”

 

He finally took the elven curved bow from his back. The smooth, flowing elven wood had the luster of refined steel yet retained the flexibility of solid wood. The dark elf’s well-defined fingers gripped the silver-white bowstring and slowly pulled it back. An invisible arrow condensed at his fingertips.

 

When the bow was drawn to full string, he released his fingers without hesitation. The sharp arrow’s piercing sound whistled through the air, heading straight for Saintess Coralie!

 

“Clang—” The sound of metal collision rang out in front of the rose bushes, and delicate petals scattered with the impact’s waves.

 

Ji Chi held his sword horizontally, raising his eyelids to gaze at Levi.

 

In the instant Levi was stunned, he could no longer see Saintess Coralie’s figure. Four massive creatures had already surrounded her completely, and at a glance, one could only see the bears’ mentally polluting pancake faces.

 

Saintess Coralie’s laughing voice drifted out mysteriously from within. “I told you, one person isn’t that impressive.”

 

Indeed, a solo PVP against a dark elf would be very difficult, but in team combat, the dark elf wasn’t so frightening. No matter how great an individual’s advantage, it would be completely worn away by team coordination.

 

The high-speed Night Stalker continued to drain Levi’s stamina. He not only had to dodge its claws but also watch out for magical traps that appeared from time to time. He dodged in embarrassment, and the cold arrows he managed to shoot were knocked down by various strange weapons like giant axes and hammers before they could touch anyone, causing no impact on the girl in the center.

 

Finally, a light sword swiftly pierced the dark elf’s wing. Unable to control his form, Levi crashed to the ground. Using his curved bow to support his body, he was just about to struggle to stand when the Night Stalker’s pitch-black claws were already at his throat.

 

Levi’s pupils contracted as he looked up at Saintess Coralie walking gracefully toward him. Blood in his mouth, he pulled at the corner of his lips. “You didn’t say this was a team battle…”

 

Saintess Coralie looked down at him coldly. “You also didn’t say you’d betray father. We’re all demons—now that you’ve lost, are you starting to praise justice?”

 

Levi shook his head with a smile. “I’m truly sorry, but Little Master, all of our goal is to protect this free land, no matter what the cost, even if it means betraying the King…”

 

Saintess Coralie didn’t want to hear his nonsense. Just as she was about to make him lift the castle’s restrictions, a flash of black light caught her eye. She quickly retreated, barely dodging the dark element attack.

 

But the summoned Night Stalker wasn’t so lucky—it was instantly crushed into dried blood powder on the ground. The rescued dark elf coughed a few times, swaying as he retreated, while tucking a messenger bat back into his palm.

 

Saintess Coralie raised her eyes, looking coldly at the fallen angel with eight wings in the sky.

 

She couldn’t help but click her tongue in disgust. These races that had fallen into demons were truly troublesome.

 

The fallen angel was just the first to arrive. Before long, several high-ranking demons had positioned themselves in front of the rose bushes, surrounding Saintess Coralie in the center and looking at her with complex expressions.

 

“Little Master.” They bowed to her in unison, as they always had.

 

Seeing this scene, Saintess Coralie felt deeply ironic. “No, no, no—I don’t have a bunch of servants who want me dead.”

 

The demons didn’t get angry at these blunt words, maintaining their bowing posture unchanged.

 

Only the fallen angel slowly descended in front of her, knelt on one knee, and said with lowered head, “Now that you have returned to the Demon King’s castle, we will dedicate our lives to protecting you. However, please come with us now, bringing your friends. When all the dust settles, we will return a completely free kingdom to the King.”

 

This meant they were going to coerce them. Saintess Coralie frowned and stepped back two paces.

 

She could defeat Levi with a little cleverness, but he was just one of the not-so-powerful demons in the Demon King’s castle. Saintess Coralie didn’t know how many others were involved in this matter, but since they could be so brazen, it meant most of the high-ranking demons in the Demon King’s castle were participating.

 

“What are you all gathering in front of the castle for? Hurry up and prepare, those…” A delicate and charming voice came from outside the crowd. Lilith disdainfully used her fingertip to push aside the headless knight blocking her way. When she saw Saintess Coralie in the center, she froze for a moment.

 

But she immediately noticed the battle traces on the ground. Her blood-red pupils suddenly contracted, her shoulder blades moved, and wide, pitch-black bone wings spread out with a swoosh.

 

She couldn’t control herself as she bared her white fangs, flashing over to protect Saintess Coralie behind her. Staring fixedly at the fallen angel across from them, she asked word by word. “Is this what you promised—to guarantee the Little Master’s safety with your lives?”