“Tsk… why haven’t the Church people departed yet? That Father Barton is completely unreliable…”
Baron Jack paced back and forth near the manor, finally losing his patience and devising a new plan.
“Forget it… I’ll have to rely on myself.”
In the dining room…
The young White Magic user, John, had his head pressed onto the table by his teacher, Professor Wood.
“Are you an idiot? You can’t use healing magic when you have diarrhea! You don’t even understand that, and you still cast a group aura?! Go back and retake the class!”
Everyone present was a respectable person, all queuing to rush to the restroom.
Cautious as she was, Lilith didn't eat a bite of lunch. She sat with her legs crossed and chin propped, watching Mil, who was clutching his stomach, and quietly teased:
“Hmm, is this the power you begged from the Abyss?”
“What do you know? Even like this, I can hold it in better than others!”
Mil’s mouth was the second hardest part of his body.
It took three or four hours of commotion before everyone finally set off again.
The journey was bumpy, and the sun baked the carriage. Lilith’s faint, delicate fragrance filled Mil’s nostrils.
Normally, Mil refused to talk much with Lilith unless they were discussing magic…
But ever since he started plotting to corrupt Lilith, Mil no longer resisted.
The carriage swayed. Lilith kept staring at Mil’s face, pondering his relationship with the Demon God's Child.
Suddenly, a thought struck her, and she asked:
“Speaking of which, I’ve always found it a bit surprising…”
“What?”
“As a Black Magician, you betrayed the Demon Race and became a hero in the Holy City people’s eyes. Are you really that bold?”
“Heh… I thought you weren't interested in that question. It was just a coincidence; I never intended to do it.”
Lilith clicked her tongue. The key was that he ignored her even when she looked for him before.
Although she was feigning ignorance, she patiently pressed on with her question:
“Then now, aren’t you worried about retaliation from the Demon Race?”
Hearing this, Mil confidently curled his lips into a sneer, coldly laughing with arrogance:
“Heh, someone will protect me in the dark.”
“Pfft… Who would be so kind as to send someone to protect you?”
If it were before, Mil certainly wouldn't have answered such a probing question.
But now, it was necessary to make Lilith understand that he had the ability to lead her down another path!
“The master of the Abyss, the Demon God's Child! In fact, the seal on the chaos holy stone has already loosened, and the Demon God's Child has already descended.”
“Hmm… If what you say is true, why would the Demon God's Child protect you? I mean… to what extent can the Demon God's Child help you?”
After asking that, Lilith’s palms were already sweating. Although she still appeared calm, her hands tightly clutched her skirt.
Mil raised an eyebrow:
“There must be conditions… For example, if Alice or Diana fall and join the Abyss, then any condition can be set; or, for example, if a certain genius magic girl joins his ranks…”
Lilith smiled faintly, a wave of self-mockery washing over her. After all, the Demon God's Child couldn't possibly give up unsealing the chaos holy stone or provoking war.
Not long after they set off, the convoy drove into a valley, and a white mist suddenly rose around them…
Mil didn't realize something was wrong until they had been driving in the white mist for an unknown amount of time:
“No, the sound of hooves… the number has decreased.”
“The sound of hooves?”
Lilith was a little confused. She pulled back the curtain and saw that the knights traveling with them were no longer there.
“Stop the carriage!”
No response…
Lilith quickly pounded on the carriage, but the coachman violently whipped the reins, accelerating.
Sensing a hint of danger, Mil opened the carriage door, flipped onto the driver's seat, and saw the coachman’s eyes glazed over, his face expressionless.
An Undead Golem?
Instantly realizing he had fallen into an ambush, he activated his wind magic stone, directly severed the coachman’s head, snatched the reins, and reined in the carriage.
After Lilith got out of the carriage, she looked at the coachman’s corpse and frowned:
“It’s over… It’s Jack, Baron of Fantongburg, the Undead Golem Master.”
She looked around. Besides the coachman, only Mil and Lilith remained.
All around them was a vast expanse of white mist, just like the coachman—endless.
Not every Demon Race lord hid in their own territory.
Baron of Fantongburg—Jack, the Undead Golem Master—was a wanderer, a lone wolf.
Many employers liked to entrust assassination jobs to him, as he only needed to leave the golem behind after killing someone.
However, Jack generally wouldn't easily confront holy personnel, as White Magic users and Exorcists were natural bane to the undead.
That’s why in the previous plan, Father Barton deliberately separated the two groups of people.
Realizing the intruders meant harm, Lilith became as pale as if facing a formidable enemy.
“We must leave here quickly. That’s not someone we can deal with… With more people, we might be able to put up a fight, but with just the two of us, it’s certain death.”
However, these words were meant for Mil. If Lilith were alone, she could reveal her identity, and the other party wouldn’t dare to act.
Mil was also familiar with Jack. He was not only a hero unit in the Abyss faction but also an entire troop type…
Seeing no one around, Mil activated his dark magic stone again.
Mil possessed almost absolute affinity for the dark attribute; although his control was only at the second tier, its priority was the highest.
And the surrounding spells were all woven from dark magic, capable of nullifying the effects of magic within a certain range, but unfortunately…
“The range is too large; I can’t find the boundary, but… I can probably find where others are.”
Saying that, he began to deconstruct the surrounding magical composition, like an alarm clock—complex, but not difficult to disassemble.
Seeing this, Lilith was too shocked to speak. It was at least a sixth-tier spell…
He just dismantled it so effortlessly?
It seemed… somewhat familiar. When she was pretending to sleep, he had dismantled the curse mark on her forehead in the same way.
But why did he possess such strong dark attribute adaptability?
Suddenly, a thought struck Lilith…
Recalling his strong resistance to charm, his mysterious background, and the Demon God's Child’s attitude towards him;
She had a bold idea:
“You wouldn’t happen to be… the Demon God’s Grandson?!”
“Are you sick?”
Mil rolled his eyes at her. As the magic circle in his palm rotated counter-clockwise, the white mist within a 50-meter radius was instantly cleared.
In fact, Lilith had more than once entertained the absurd notion—could Mil be the “spokesperson,” or even the Demon God's Child himself?
But… the Demon God's Child was not a demon, but a human, which was absurd enough in itself.
Moreover, that was the Demon God’s projection in the human world, possessing demigod-level strength. Even if the chaos holy stone was sealed, he shouldn't be so weak?
Not to mention his betrayal of the Demon Race, if he really were the Demon God's Child, the Demon Race would be finished.
After dispelling some of the mist, an annoying shout came from afar—
“Lilith—!”
It was George, the foolish son of the Border Marquis’s family, who delivered breakfast sandwiches every day.
Mil, on the other hand, smiled. This guy was so sincere; perhaps he could be used as a shield in a critical moment?
“Tom! It’s great to find you!”
“Huh? I’m George!”
“Oh, that name is a compliment to your spirit! Let’s talk as we walk…”
Fortunately, they didn't walk far before they successively found the other students. Unfortunately, their overall combat power was not very high.
The team consisted almost entirely of students. It seemed the other party had deliberately separated the escorting knights and Church personnel from the very beginning.