Abyssal Chronicles

Chapter 525 - 526: Turmoil (Part 1) [2/2]

To repay the Emperor’s kindness and trust, he must complete the task bestowed by His Majesty. He cannot allow the Girl of Destiny to take the Sacred Dragon’s Heart back to the Church.

So,

As Mengxi was about to leave with the Sacred Dragon’s Heart, Borulov descended from the sky, blocking the Girl of Destiny’s path. His aim was clear: to tarnish her name by accusing her of cheating, thereby stopping her from taking away the Sacred Dragon’s Heart.

However,

Before Borulov could say much, something unexpected happened.

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" What the heck are you doubting! stinky old man, get out of my way! You’re blocking the path!"

When a guy’s voice rang out, sounding like he was just asking for trouble, the whole mood in the square changed big time. The tension that had built up because of Borulov showing up got interrupted by this weird shout, making everything feel kinda awkward.

Almost everyone cast their curious eyes toward the source of the noise. Even Borulov was cut off mid-sentence.

Feeling really proud of himself, Borulov couldn’t stand being cut off, especially being called a ’stinky old man’ where everyone could hear. the old man is super powerful, used to be a big deal at the Void Spirit Tower, and is now the head wizard of the Red Leaf Empire! He’s like,

’Who does this person think they are, talking to me this way?’

’Is he tired of living?!’

Feeling annoyed, Borulov turned around angrily, his red eyes filled with coldness and killing intent, sweeping over the crowd behind him. The crowd that felt his terrifying pressure instantly scattered, clearing a large area.

Standing in this open space was a man in a black robe, his hands on his hips, acting extremely arrogant.

Obviously, he was the one who had made those ’noisy’ comments.

Although he wanted to tear this unknown person apart, Borulov still needed to maintain his image in public. Suppressing his anger, he fixed his gaze on this unknown entity and coldly asked:

"Who are you? And what do you want?"

With these words, the atmosphere inside the square took a heavy turn. Even though his voice was soft, everyone could feel Borulov’s displeasure. Those around the ritual platform could even feel the increasingly tangible aura of killing intent.

Publicly insulting a top elite like Borulov was akin to seeking death.

At this moment, considering Borulov’s identity as a Grand Sorcerer, whoever this unknown person was that dared to provoke him would likely meet a gruesome end.

In an instant,

Everyone’s eyes moved to the guy in the black robe. First, they were just surprised, but then they started to get a bad feeling about it.

—"Ah, this guy is doomed..."—

This thought naturally surfaced in the minds of the vast majority of people.

Curiosity was one thing,

but wonderment also swiftly grew in the hearts of the crowd. Everyone was extremely curious about this mysterious man who dared to publicly provoke a divine-level powerhouse like Borulov. Did he have a strong background, or was he just out of his mind?

Even Vinarola and Mengxi, who were on the ritual platform, couldn’t help but be bewildered by the words of this mysterious man in black.

The silver-haired girl’s eyes narrowed slightly, thoughtfully observing the figure.

’He...who is he? Why...at this time...?? Hmm??’

And as Mengxi was pondering,

she suddenly noticed something strange about the Sacred Dragon’s Heart she was holding.

It had been quietly nestled in her arms, but it seemed to tremble after the man spoke.

Could it be...

For a second, Mengxi started to get a really bad feeling.

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"Who am I? Heh heh~..."

On the other side, when questioned by Borulov, the man in the black robe let out a disdainful laugh. He seemed entirely unaffected by the terrifying chilly aura released by Borulov, and his tone remained unabatedly mocking.

Amidst a series of very arrogant snickers,

and under the watchful eyes of the curious crowd, the man in the black robe slowly took off his hood, revealing his face.

In an instant,

the ’true identity’ of the mysterious man was exposed. From his physique, he was undoubtedly a tall and elegant man. He was dressed in a thin black tank top and loose leather pants, wearing black wristbands outlined with purple patterns. [like the picture in chapter 01 but with mask]

His waist-length purple hair fluttered in the wind, the tips tinged with a chilling, pale color.

Although he was a man, his soft and slender yet powerful limbs were enough to make many women feel inferior. His thin, belly-baring tank top revealed a perfect physique, especially his solid six-pack abs, which left many women looking smitten.

However, after removing his robe, the man still wore a black and white mask that resembled a sinister ghost, hiding his real face, much to the disappointment of many.

But,

before they could be disappointed for long, the chatter among the crowd came to an abrupt halt due to the words that the purple-haired man spoke next.

In the next moment, ...

Under the gaze of everyone, the man with purple hair put one hand on his waist, patted his chest with the other hand, and arrogantly lifted his head. He looked at the crowd using only his chin and began to speak in an even more arrogant tone than before:

"Since you’re asking, let me generously tell you! This one’s na... ah, no... My Name is Pierre, the Almighty Sword Demon! The Abyssal Demon King that you all fear the most!"

The moment these words came out, the whole scene fell into a deathly silence. Numerous eyes were fixed on the purple-haired man who had just spoken these astonishing words. The eyes of the crowd were filled with shock and disbelief.

Then,

when this eerie silence ended, the crowd at the square did not fall into panic; instead, they burst into unprecedented laughter.

"Hahahahahaha! Are you kidding me? He says he’s the Sword Demon? You mean that scary Sword Demon? You?! What a joke, hahahaha!"

"He must be out of his mind."

"Absolutely, to interrupt Sir. Borulov just to make such a stupid statement? He must be the pinnacle of stupidity, hahaha!"

"Oh my God, he even used the word ’This one’ cringing so hard. Also, what’s with that mask? Is he mentally ill?"

"Seriously, if he’s the Sword Demon, then what am I, the creator? With a brain like that, no wonder he dares to provoke that old guy Borulov. He really isn’t afraid of death, is he?"

Without a doubt, the words of the purple-haired man held no credibility for the crowd. At this moment, in the eyes of almost everyone in the square, this audacious purple-haired man didn’t seem to have a powerful background to be so arrogant.

’He is just a fool...’

Similarly,

Borulov’s eyebrows twitched upon hearing the declaration of the purple-haired man. When he heard the words ’Sword Demon King,’ the Grand Sorcer involuntarily shuddered. However, after sensing the man’s aura, which emitted the energy of a fifth-level, Borulov simply sneered.

’What an idiot…’

After a moment of sensing his aura, Borulov came to the same conclusion as the vast majority of people.

"Sword Demon is not something a weak human like you could be. Don’t entertain such unrealistic fantasies. You are nothing but a fool. Leave now, and I might be merciful enough to let it slide."

After dismissing the purple-haired man as a fool, Borulov had no interest in nitpicking with him. Arguing with an idiot would only tarnish his own reputation.

After giving the man a cold warning and signaling his subordinates to kick him out of the square, Borulov turned his attention back to the Girl of Destiny in front of him. After all, stopping her from taking the Sacred Dragon’s Heart was his primary objective.

However,

to Borulov’s surprise,

the moment he turned around, a thunderous noise suddenly came from behind him, causing Borulov’s eyebrows to furrow.

Boom!*

Accompanied by a deafening explosion and a scream filled with horror, a shadow swiftly passed by Borulov, stirring up a violent wind. That shadow violently slammed into the distant VIP seats, causing a cloud of dust to rise.

In an instant, flesh and stones were scattered in the air, and panicked screams continuously came from the VIP seats.

Under Borulov’s astonished gaze,

as the dust settled, a huge crater appeared in the center of the VIP seats. In the middle of the deep pit was a horribly mangled corpse... this man was Borulov’s subordinate, the one he had instructed to kick the purple-haired man out of the square.

"Kaiwei?"

When he quietly said his assistant’s name, a super intense and scary killing intent started coming from behind Borulov. It felt like something really bad was grabbing his heart. His face totally changed, and he even started sweating a bit.

’This…’

’What is this aura?!’

’How... how is this possible?!’

"Heh, I must say, isn’t it time for you humans to update your information? Isn’t it quite normal for a Demon King to disguise himself as a human? Moreover… you, an eighth-level mage, failed to see through my simple disguise? Truly disappointing... what a waste..."