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Chapter 202 Dancing with the Devil Again
update icon Updated at 2025/7/8 9:10:12

"This is..."

Samael exerted a little force, but couldn't break free for a moment.

"This is a little toy set up by Diana's subordinates."

"Surprised, aren't you?"

"They're everywhere."

Manchester turned his horse's head around, keeping a relatively safe distance from Samael, who was wrapped in a fishing net like a dumpling.

"Did you intentionally lead me here?"

Samael was interested in the rich metallic smell in the air and licked his lips.

"Yeah."

"The mantis trying to stop a chariot, overestimating one's capabilities."

"But there's also the saying that a thousand-mile dike collapses in an ant hole."

"To overcome the strong with the weak, one must use strategic planning."

"It's been a while since you've used dropback."

"How much magic power do you have left?"

Manchester lifted the exaggerated large scythe from behind his back, circled it in the air once, and poised to behead Samael.

"Every generation of Acadia people is the same."

"I still don't understand."

"It's such a foolish thing to go against a demon."

Suddenly, a gust of wind exploded from Manchester's mask, and the strong wind pressure forced Manchester's scythe to deviate from its original path and swung into thin air.

"Where...where did the wind come from?"

"Samael shouldn't be able to use magic right now..."

Manchester peered out through the narrow crevices in his rock mud face mask. The steel wire wrapped around Samael quickly turned into red liquid. Bubbles rolled urgently in the molten iron, and in an instant, the sound of boiling pierced the peaceful dawn.

Samael's yellow skin flickered restlessly, giving off a temperature several times hotter than before.

"It's boiling!?"

"How is this possible?"

The iron-scented gust of wind tore through Manchester's armor, leaving small scratches all over her body. The close-fitting lake mother pieces embedded under her lava armor started to produce creaking sounds under the heavy burden.

A shocking roar erupted from Samael's mouth, and dry yellow tentacles instantly spread out from her body, enveloping her whole body. Their sacred and majestic aura almost knocked Manchester off her horse.

The red molten iron seemed to surge like a tide on the flesh mountain formed by the entangled tentacles in front of Manchester's eyes, converging, and ultimately being swallowed by Samael.

At this moment, Samael had completely turned into something else.

"A dragon...?"

"This...this...how is this possible?!"

Manchester knew, very well, that as long as angels had the backdrop assist, they could almost turn into anything in this world.

But a monster like a dragon.

Clearly, it was fictional, artificially fabricated.

But the magnificent and spectacular behemoth before her was so vivid, so real.

The dry yellow dragon raised its claws and flew into the sky.

Mighty and arrogant, it considered itself unrivaled.

The surrounding trees were like small twigs under the wings of the dragon, easily shattered by its casual touch.

Under Manchester's astonished gaze, Samael waved its wings that blotted out the sky and slowly flew above the forest.

"What on earth is she going to do?" Manchester, being a military veteran, quickly reacted to the situation and drove away from Samael in the opposite direction.

However, despite its size like that of a building, Samael moved without any hesitation. With a flick of its wings, the leaves in the entire forest swayed as if caught in a fierce storm. In an instant, Samael caught up to Manchester.

Seeing the darkness that completely blocked out the sunlight around him, Manchester was immediately shocked.

"Go to hell."

A dragon's roar seemed to come from a distance, shattering the hearts of those who heard it.

The molten iron that had been accumulating in Samael's abdomen for a long time was heated to its limit. With a roar from Samael, it spewed out towards Manchester like a torrential rain from hell. The apocalyptic rain poured down from above Manchester's head.

The molten iron under high pressure instantly pierced through the obstructing forest, causing a chain reaction where trees after trees fell like dominoes.

The red molten iron rolled on the ground, dragging down giant trees that had grown for over a hundred years. The group of cedar trees merged with the red ocean, constantly crying out like tortured prisoners, as if the depths of hell were hidden beneath the crimson sea.

"Why does that annoying smell from her body keep moving? Is she still alive...," Samael impatiently twitched its nose and said.

"Well, let me have some fun."

"It's been a long time since I stretched my muscles."

Countless tentacles rose like tidal waves from under the dragon's feet, once again enveloping Samael.

Twisting and deforming, Samael turned into a shapeless mass of tentacles and fell straight from the sky into the already ruined forest. The air was filled with the scent of burning, and fire spread everywhere, but for Samael, it was like a backyard where one could stroll leisurely.

"It's been a long time since I participated in a fireworks festival."

"Manchester."

"I'm going to launch you into the sky like fireworks."

Samael transformed into a yellow-haired fox, laughing crazily as it jumped into the burning bushes.

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"This is the end... I'm exhausted."

For the last time, Merka climbed up to the lookout tree house used for surveillance by the Curseborn and sat down next to the chair, gasping for breath. He didn't even have the strength to climb onto the chair.

Merka threw the last collected emblem to the shadow as if he had only a breath left.

"Ding, ding."

"Mr. Merka, take a look at this." The shadow pointed at the screen.

"Is there someone else trapped? I'm already exhausted, haven't we collected enough emblems?" Merka didn't even lift his eyelids.

"No, I mean, something seems to be happening."

Merka skeptically looked at the screen pointed out by the shadow, and what he saw was a scene that seemed like a mythical legend.

A giant dragon, its whole body as withered as a leaf, flapped its wings and spiraled up into the blue sky.

"What... what is this?" Merka was really getting tired. He felt like this trip had given him more knowledge than several years of studying in Red Port.

"It should be Samael."

"Angels don't need magic to change their physical forms."

The shadow was as familiar as ever, maintaining a calmness like water in its tone.

"Drip, drip..."

"What was that sound just now..."

Merka forced his tired body upright and looked around.

"It's the walkie-talkie in the pockets of the two Curseborn you knocked out."

"Do you want to listen in?"

The shadow seemed to be encouraging Merka to do something, taking the walkie-talkie out of the guard's pocket and handing it to Merka.

Merka frowned. He didn't like being led around by the shadow.

But he had no choice. He reluctantly took the walkie-talkie. It was the best option for now.

"Hello?" Merka used dropback to change his voice.

"Hello, can you keep an eye out at the outpost for a powerful quadrupedal creature with a long jaw?"

"Oh...okay, it seems like we can already see it in the sky."

"If you have time, bring some weapons too. Just bring something light."

Before Merka could say anything, the person on the other end had already hung up. It was Mulan. Her gender-neutral voice was unmistakable.

"A quadrupedal... with a long jaw?" Merka mechanically turned his head and looked at the screen where the giant dragon was flying, unable to speak for a while.