Abyssal Chronicles

Chapter 569 - 570: Pierre’s Crisis

As everyone braced for impact, crouching and channeling all their strength to resist the impending shockwave, the Sword Demon, who was supposed to swing his colossal sword and unleash a destructive attack on the imperial city Anvika, suddenly shuddered under the incredulous gaze of the crowd.

And then…

Under another burst of dark purple lightning, he just vanished into thin air.

The crisis that could have led to their nation’s ruin was resolved just like that?

"What?!!"

"What just happened?"

Katak blinked in confusion.

With the Sword Demon’s disappearance, the powerful and dense shadow power that filled the air and suffocated everyone dissipated, and the cloud-covered sky cleared. As the sunlight beamed down on the earth, everything became so peaceful and calm, as if the intense chaos had never happened.

The stunned people gradually came to their senses, pinching their faces to confirm they were not dreaming.

Looking toward where Sword Demon had vanished, they exchanged strange looks, seeing disbelief in each other’s eyes.

"Are we alive?! Where did that scary demon go?"

"I don’t know... suddenly, with a flash of lightning, he was gone?"

"That demon king, perhaps, was scared away by the Great Ancestor, right?! With such a powerful aura from the Great Ancestor! The Sword Demon surely didn’t dare to confront him directly, so he retreated!!"

"Yes, yes! That must be it! Long live the Great Ancestor!! Long live!! Long live! Emperor Enzooo!"

After a moment of confusion, a wave of jubilant cheering erupted among the crowd, celebrating their survival and praising the Great Ancestor’s strength. Thousands of soldiers and civilians looked up to the crimson-haired man in the sky with adoration and even fanaticism.

In their hearts,

The Great Ancestor Emperor, once a figure of legends, had become a reality and an irreplaceable hero in their hearts, a pillar of their spirits.

Cheers echoed to the heavens, dispelling the previously oppressive atmosphere.

Even Kain, as an Apostle of Heaven, collapsed on the ground, relieved.

However,

As everyone was immersed in the joy of repelling Sword Demon, no one noticed the change in the expression of the man in the sky, The Great Ancestor Enzo.

At this moment,

With the threat of Sword Demon temporarily removed, Enzo slowly lowered his clasped hands and dispersed the destructive force he had accumulated in front of him. The roaring dragon spirit behind him also dissipated, and the four shields returned to his side, quietly hovering.

However,

This ’Guardian of a Thousand Years’ of the empire, who had just ’defeated’ Sword Demon, showed no sign of joy. His expression remained serious and contemplative, gazing thoughtfully towards the distance, where Sword Demon had stood.

"Something’s not right."

Unlike the civilians below who naively believed Sword Demon had been scared away, Enzo had a different insight. From the moment he first laid eyes on Sword Demon, he realized this creature was a war-hungry madman. The idea of scaring away such a monster was a fool’s dream. Even if his own aura was stronger, it would only incite the monster’s ferocity, driving it to attack more crazily. Besides, his power was only just enough to match the demon. Enzo could clearly sense the madness and excitement emanating from Sword Demon. This creature harbored no fear towards him.

Therefore, the Sword Demon’s sudden withdrawal definitely wasn’t because of him.

Then,

’If not because of me, why would the Sword Demon leave so abruptly?’

At this moment, Enzo recalled the scene of their standoff, each amassing power. The Sword Demon was engulfed in dense, dark purple shadow power and thunderous aura, almost in a state of ethereal existence. Even so, Enzo, with his remarkable perception, pierced through the fog of lightning and shadow power and noticed

something unusual.

Just as Sword Demon was about to unleash his power in a direct confrontation, a black silhouette suddenly appeared and stood on the Sword Demon’s gigantic shoulder.

Although the view wasn’t clear,

Enzo was sure it was a black-haired girl, surrounded by bloody butterflies.

It was at the moment of her appearance,

The Sword Demon’s aura fluctuated chaotically, even emitting a strange cry? Then, the once invincible Sword Demon suddenly vanished, along with the black-haired girl.

If his judgment was correct,

It was the mysterious black-haired girl who made this ferocious creature abandon the fight.

But,

’How did she manage to do it? Why would Sword Demon listen to her?’

Moreover,

’To silently cross Sword Demon’s terrifying field of thunder and stand on his shoulder...’

"Who is that girl?"

Floating in the air, Enzo fell into deep thought.

’Hmm’

’Was it just my imagination’

’Or did Sword Demon seem quite afraid of that girl?’

’The frightened cry he made earlier... it seemed... a bit like... a cry of pain??’

’But…’

’Mo... m??’

’What kind of cry was that??’

While Enzo was pondering…

-Far away atop a mountain near the imperial city Anvika- stood the once invincible Sword Demon. He had destroyed half of Luminous Royal Academy, defeated three level 8, and was even prepared to unleash his full power to destroy level the imperial city. But now, he had shed his dominating attitude. The violent thunderous aura had dissipated, and the dark purple armor adorning his body had crumbled into countless energy particles, scattering in the wind.

At this moment, the Sword Demon,

Ah, no,

Pierre had reverted to his normal human form, standing straight, legs together, fingers tightly pressed against his trouser seams, lips firmly closed, appearing utterly terrified.

Upon closer observation, one could even see this man with light purple hair and milky white tips trembling occasionally, with beads of cold sweat slowly rolling down his forehead.

At first glance, there was none of the Sword Demon’s majesty aura; he looked more like a scared child caught by a parent after misbehaving.

At this moment,

The purple-haired man, standing as if punished, was nervously glancing at the beautiful black silhouette beside him.

She was an indescribably beautiful girl, with black-to-red gradient hair fluttering in the wind, exquisitely beautiful features, and bloody red eyes. Dressed in a long, elegant dress, she appeared both stunning and mysterious. The beautiful girl, wordless, barefooted, walked step by step beside Pierre.

Her delicate feet, unprotected, seemed unharmed by the sharp stones on the ground.

Around the girl, bloody red butterflies rhythmically fluttered, with a few occasionally landing on Pierre’s shoulders.

At this moment, Pierre bit his lip and held his breath.

Although it was the first time he saw the girl in such a form, the familiar bloody butterflies and the comforting aura made Pierre instantly guess her identity – his mother...

"This... this is what Mom looks like in her transformed state?"

Glancing at the girl beside him, Pierre murmured to himself.

Seeing his mother in a non-Temple form for the first time, Pierre felt a bit uneasy. But observing her nearly flawless figure and stunning beauty, he couldn’t help but exclaim internally,

’Wow’

’Little Na didn’t lie to me’

’Mom is really cute~ Hehe~’

’??’

But after a moment of admiration, Pierre suddenly came back to his senses.

’No?! No! That’s not the point!!’

The point is!

’Why is Mom here???!!!’

’What about... what I just did?! Doesn’t that mean...’

With this thought, Pierre gasped.

At this moment,

Pierre’s brain was racing, thinking about how he should defend himself...

Or rather,

’How should I act to not meet a terribly grim end? ’

’Would groveling in the dirt help? Or should I, the great Mom, and try to act cute?!’