The underground waves had begun to move. Lathel, of course, did not know about these things.
He was still standing on the competition floor, surrounded by dust and smoke, which obscured his vision.
However, Lathel could hear sounds similar to glass cracking. That sound became clearer and clearer and seemed to be spreading around.
Crack!
KANG!
Then, a shattering sound rang out; the surrounding protective dome shattered, turned into countless particles of light, and then disappeared into space.
The dust also spread around, helping Lathel clearly see the situation on the podium.
At this time, Harris was blown to the corner of the yard; he was lying still on the ground, and it was unknown whether he was alive or dead. However, Lathel thought he was only one step away from death.
Alec was different; he still stood still, but his face was full of confusion and surprise. Medos hovered above his head and couldn’t believe what had just happened.
At this moment, a figure stepped out of the space vortex and stood on the ground.
It was a human-like puppet that was about 2 metres tall. On its fingertips were extremely sharp blades; on its head were two horns; the puppet’s face was also blank as it did not have anything, including eyes, a nose, or a mouth.
However, Lathel could feel a huge pressure coming from that puppet, making him nervous.
Lathel frowned, then looked at Alec standing behind the puppet: ‘Damn it! Even though I used the ‘Isolation’ function, Alec still has many supporters.’
‘If it weren’t for that function, I’m afraid today’s battle would be much more difficult.’
‘However… I don’t need to worry about that puppet, just punching that bastard Alec to death is enough.’
‘Yordles… cannot die in vain.’
Suddenly, the puppet raised its head. Although there were no eyes on its face, Lathel knew it was looking at him.
“This is our first time meeting; I am the Demon Lord.”
A strange voice came from the puppet, which startled everyone, including Farmyrth.
“What the hell? Demon Lord?”
“No OK! Let’s run; I don’t want to die.”
“Run for your life!”
“Run!”
The crowd began to run away like a swarm of bees with a broken hive. Whether they were nobles or high-ranking magicians, to the Demon Lord, they were just small ants.
Farmyrth stood up. She looked towards the puppet with surprise, accompanied by anger: “Demon Lord, are you crazy?”
She was about to jump below the arena when a hand suddenly appeared, grabbing her shoulder.
“Lilith?!” Farmyrth was startled when she saw that the person stopping her was Lilith: “What the hell are you doing? The Demon Lord has appeared; we need to stop her.”
“Don’t worry, let’s observe first.” Lilith shook her head and said: “Anyway, down there is my man. If anything happens, I will definitely be the first to save him.”
Hearing that, Farmyrth felt strange and said: “Lilith, I have never really understood your thoughts.”
“But my man understands me. Hehehehe…”
Farmyrth: “…”
She really wanted to punch Lilith in the mouth; however, she couldn’t do that, so she could only shout angrily: “Can you not talk about your man?” Every sentence you say, if not related to him, will mention his name.”
“I hear it so much that I want to vomit.”
“Ah! Then you don’t need to listen; as long as my man listens to me, that’s enough.” Lilith smiled and replied.
Farmyrth:ヽ(`д′ *)ノ
On the ring, Lathel heard a voice that sounded similar to several people speaking at the same time and was immediately startled: ‘Demon Lord? Why does the Demon Lord protect the male protagonist?’
‘Wait…’ He suddenly remembered what Farmyrth had told him.
Alec and Harris escaped death thanks to the Demon Lord protecting them. That meant that… the Demon Lord really wanted to protect them, and he didn’t want to let them die here.
“I know you are angry at what Alec and Harris did…” The Demon Lord spoke through the puppet: “However… this is enough.”
“You… can’t kill them.”
“Ah!” Lathel smiled disdainfully: “I can’t kill them, but can they kill others?”
“That’s right.” The Demon Lord immediately replied: “Alec is right; this world is like that. The word of the strong is law; the weak have no choice.”
“If Alec and Harris want those Yordles dead, then they must die.”
Hearing that, Lathel frowned: “You guys… make me feel nauseous.”
“You always say that this world is the world of the strong, the weak must die… So, today I want to test whether those two bastards are strong or weak.”
“They are naturally weaker than you.” The Demon Lord spoke again: “However, I am stronger than you.”
Lathel frowned: “Do you want to protect them?”
“That’s right. If you don’t want to die, you can leave now, and I’ll pretend this never happened. And of course, I won’t let Alec and Harris take revenge on you.”
“Oh!” Lathel smiled disdainfully: “What if I don’t leave?”
“Then die!” The Demon Lord’s voice suddenly became extremely cold.
“Good!” Lathel nodded, her face filled with fighting spirit and murderous intent: “It’s okay to die. Even if I die, I will drag those two bastards to hell with me.”
The puppet shook its head, moving like a real person: “I really don’t want to kill you, however, if you don’t give up… then don’t blame me for being cruel.”
“Diffusive!” Lathel suddenly shouted, and a net of fire appeared, covering the entire arena.
“That boy…” The Demon Lord muttered: “He uses magic without chanting an incantation? That’s interesting…”
The Demon Lord waved its hands, and its sharp claws slashed out ten streams of blinding white light that shot towards the fire net.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Countless howling sounds of wind rang out. The fire net was like a piece of paper, as it was instantly cut into countless small pieces, which disintegrated into small flames that fell to the ground.
Suddenly, Lathel appeared right next to Alec, startling him.
“What the hell?!”
The Demon Lord was also a bit surprised: “It seems… the skill just now was only used to distract me.”
Lathel clenched his fist, and the elemental energy of lightning and fire wrapped around his fist.
“Gondori!”
He then swung his right hand towards Alec’s chest. Because Lathel’s speed was too fast, Alec had no time to react.
Suddenly, the Demon Lord turned around and slashed out towards Lathel’s arm.
Whoosh!
KANG!
“What?!” The Demon Lord was startled, as the sound of metal colliding rang out when he slashed at Lathel’s arm.
BOOM!
Lathel suddenly exploded; a cloud of white smoke appeared, then turned into a black cauldron.
‘Not good!’ The Demon Lord silently groaned in his heart.
At this moment, Lathel appeared behind Alec, his hand brimming with violent energy that he sent towards his back.
BAM!
“PFF!!!” Alec felt as if a train had rammed into his back.
Alec was blown away by Lathel’s fist like an arrow leaving a bow string.
BAM!
Alec flew away, collided with the retaining wall in the stands, and sank deep inside.
Broken walls and bricks fell, crushing Alec, and engulfing him in a pile of rubble.
“Kid, you interest me.” The Demon Lord said: “This is the first time I have seen this kind of strange skill. What skill is this?”
Hearing that, Lathel did not answer, as he immediately retreated back. The cauldron on the ground also immediately flew towards Lathel and was firmly held in his hand.
The Demon Lord glanced at Alec, engulfed in the rubble, then looked at Lathel, smiled, and said: “This is the first time I have seen such strange skills; moreover, you have such good fighting skills.”
“However…”
Suddenly, before the Demon Lord finished speaking, the puppet’s body disappeared. Lathel was startled when he saw this. He looked around and felt an uneasy feeling covering his entire mind.
Lathel swung the cauldron up, intending to hide inside it. However, he felt a cold feeling appear on his neck.
It was as if a sharp metal bar was being placed on his neck.
The Demon Lord’s puppet appeared right behind Lathel. It placed its two fingers, carrying claws sharper than a sword blade, on Lathel’s neck.
“No matter how good your fighting skills and experience are… when faced with absolute power, you will fail.”
Lathel took a deep breath, clearly feeling a terrible pressure pressing on his shoulders, as death stood right behind him.
However, Lathel gritted his teeth, frowned, and said: “There are many things; even if you see them… it may not be true.”
“Hmm?!”
Lathel suddenly swung his leg, kicking the black cauldron towards the pile of rubble that Alec was lying inside.
Boom!
“What?! This strange skill again!” The Demon Lord shouted in surprise.
Lathel suddenly turned into a cauldron, and the flying cauldron turned into Lathel.
He stomped on the ground and rushed towards Alec at top speed.
“Huh!” The Demon Lord snorted in disdain; the puppet immediately disappeared, then appeared in front of him.
Lathel saw this and gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with anger.
“You can fool me, but you are not as fast as mine.” The Demon Lord said contemptuously, his claws slashing towards Lathel.
Lathel opened his eyes wide as he watched the Demon Lord’s claws slash down on his arm.
‘Damn it! Just a little more… just a little more, and I can avenge the Yordles!’
Lathel thought to himself, but he couldn’t continue anymore.
The Demon Lord was too strong, and his strength is completely superior to his. Even though he used the ‘Isolation’ function, he still couldn’t completely cut off all of Alec’s connections with this world.
Could it be that… the main character can’t be killed?
Could it be that… the main character can kill people indiscriminately without receiving any punishment?
Is this world so unfair? .
Can such a person be the main male protagonist of this world?
[Ding! Bug detected; system activates new function; please wait.]
‘New function?!’
KANG!
While Lathel was desperate, a sword suddenly appeared, blocking the sharp claws slashing towards him.
Lathel was startled to see a very familiar person and felt extremely happy.
“Lilith!”
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