Dark clouds cover the sky and the sun.

A wild storm swept across the land, and the shrill whistling sounded like the mournful cry of a banshee. There was a palpable creaking sound from the houses, the incessant wind made it impossible to open one's eyes, and bats squeaked and screamed through the sky.

The continuous electric light could not even be said to fall, but swept repeatedly across the ground—the beams of lightning did not look like thunder, but like a tornado that pierced the heavens and the earth, plowing directly into the ground one after another. Those buildings were struck by lightning and burst into flames...... But even so, none of the villagers fled from the house in fear.

If it weren't for the lights in the room and the smell of humans, it would have thought they had evacuated.

But...... What's going on?

Would they rather burn to death in the room than come out?

Even so, why is Ivus so calm? He implicated this ordinary village because of himself, didn't he feel the slightest sense of shame and remorse?

The Demon Punishment hadn't told him much about the village before, and Wolfram wasn't interested in inquiring into such inconsequential details.

But now, Wolfram is frowning.

Looking at the Demon Punishment constantly guiding the thunder, the Giant Prince's heart suddenly had a subtle sense of ominousness that things were gradually getting out of control.

At this moment, Yeats was originally fishing by the sapphire lake, and at this moment he suddenly frowned.

A flash of lightning fell from his side, splitting his bucket full of plump salmon and trout - the bucket exploded and was slapped open by Yeats.

He looked up at the dark clouds in the sky, his pupils turning scarlet in an instant.

"It's annoying, Wolfram......"

His calm, mellow, poet-like voice grew rough and deep: "The master said don't trouble her, I don't plan to come to you...... You can't blame me for that now.

"It's you who came looking for trouble, and now it's you."

As he spoke, the man's body, which was as thin as a dead wood, suddenly began to swell.

He was originally close to two meters tall, but now he has become taller. Strands of black hair that hung down below the shoulders like damp seaweed turned into thick fur.

It wasn't the wizened gray wolf he had conjured up before.

It's a sturdy werewolf with a body of more than two meters and a half, and a slight slump on his back-

He crouched slightly, and the whole person disappeared in place.

On the other side, Merlin near the swamp was walking on the road when a rune suddenly lit up on his body.

He vanished without warning. At the same time, a lightning bolt struck him directly, leaving a deep crater. Then he disappeared again—another bolt of lightning struck where he had been.

"-Who, sick, right?"

was almost struck twice by a lightning strike, and even a good-tempered Merlin was a little angry.

He didn't even have to parse it. It only takes a glimpse to see that this thunder contains the power of "crime and punishment".

This is not a natural thunderbolt, but a natural ability to punish demons.

Unless it is a person who has just been born, how can there be a person who is completely innocent in the world. And these thunderbolts will track down every guilty person to attack—in other words, try to wipe out all living people in range.

The staff in Merlin's hand paused slightly, and a faint aura appeared around him. The thunder grew denser, but it avoided him as if it had eyes.

"It's really ......"

…… Interfering in the material world as an apostle, it's not easy to explain to the boss when you go back.

Merlin narrowed his eyes and muttered in a low voice, touching the holy sword at his waist.

Although he had vowed not to kill people with spells again...... But he was also a swordsman.

But at this moment, he paused slightly. Suddenly, he smiled sarcastically.

Feeling the air around him that suddenly became cold, Merlin smiled happily: "Oops, how did I forget...... Helcin is buried here. It's nice to have no hands-off.

"But it's all here, and I still have to move a little. Otherwise, you will really be looked down upon by your juniors. ”

Merlin whispered, pushing his monocle.

He lowered his head slightly, white light reflected off his glasses.

Without spells, gestures, or materials, a complex ritual circle suddenly appeared on the ground in front of him. One line after another appeared out of thin air, as if it had "grown" from the circle.

Merlin didn't intend to break his oath. This circle is definitely not meant to kill.

The spell he prepared was made up by him on the spot, so it didn't have a name. Merlin didn't know this spell before, but after a deep understanding of the principles of spells, it was easy for him to innovate.

And the effect of this spell is simple.

It has only one simple effect, which is to make nearby people who are trying to teleport, use stand-in, or respawn appear here instead of from the location they set before.

"The Great Wizard is it......"

The corners of Merlin's mouth rose slightly, revealing undisguised malice.

Just as Merlin was refueling the entire base spell, a black mist rose from beneath the dark clouds.

It looked like black smoke, but it didn't feel the slightest scorching heat, only a bone-piercing coldness.

Those black fogs rose from all directions, covering the entire street.

The fire ignited by the lightning was instantly extinguished and engulfed by the black fog. The pale cavalry corps appeared in the air in a twisted shape as if it had grown out of the black mist.

Silver-white armor and ghost horses, and armoured skeleton cavalry with weapons in hand—

Like every night of the hunt in the past.

But the difference is that they didn't show up today and didn't have the usual carnival banter. Instead, they lined up in an extremely neat line, without saying a word. A cold and solemn atmosphere enveloped the entire Hunting Legion.

- Suddenly, a huge thunderbolt fell!

In the stormy night, dark heroes descend from the sky!

Cavalrymen dressed in delicate elven silver armor and armed with vanguard spears emerge. The inside of the armor is also a white skeleton. Beneath it is a ghostly Pegasus with wings on its back.

Originally, whether it was silver armor, spears, or Pegasus, they were supposed to be pure white. It was a hero like a pure white comet—and now it was completely black, and the cold black smoke came from it.

Only a sharp thud was heard, and the visor of the helmet fell. Two dim yellow rays of light light from the helmet's eyes, followed by a dim yellow glow around the edges of Pegasus' wings. From pure black to dim yellow.

Immediately afterward, the white armor on all of Wild Hunt's bodies was also dyed yellow.

Like a sandstorm rolling up in the dark night, it was like a pure white cloud turning into a dark cloud. There's a devastating oppressive force—

And the next moment, the Wild Hunts charged in the storm. They even briefly illuminate the sky, turning the dim night sky into a pure dusk – like a sandstorm is coming, like a spectacle in a rainstorm.

In the face of this might, the punishment demon also felt nervous. As soon as it saw the Wild Hunting Legion appear, it immediately removed the maintenance of "Thunderstorm" to prevent itself from becoming too conspicuous.

It hadn't even experienced a battle of this magnitude before, and when it saw that the situation was not good, it just turned around and ran.

I don't know if His Royal Highness the Prince will be able to attract its attention......

- Sure enough, the Demon Punishment was relieved to find that none of the Wild Hunts had rushed to its side.

Well, the plan worked.

This time, the "thunderstorm" had a very good effect! Even at the cost of these powers, it is worth it!

That's how it should have been—destroy buildings to make them unable to hide, and kill all living creatures to cut off their chances of getting support. It is even possible that the opponent has been severely injured or even killed!

And the king of the wild hunt who was led out by the storm was also led away by Wolfram!

Such a clever lightning strike!

Blocking the enemy's support, he safely launched a complete, unstoppable group attack, using Wolfram to divert the most threatening Hunt King, and let Wolfram, who might betray him at any time, be killed by the Hunt King...... It's a multi-pronged plan!

There can only be one ultimate beneficiary!

"—The only one who can claim the Book of Law is me!"

The demon as hideous as a demon, clad in pitch-black matte scale armor, like a crocodile like a turtle and with bat's black wings, roared and let out a smug laugh.

(End of chapter)