NOVPUBMoreover, it was very strange that Perlman would pursue.
"What in the world is going on? If that’s not Loren, then who is he...?"
Aitio’s gaze was perplexed, like a child who had lost her way in a storm, her mana almost depleted.
Her mind was in chaos, and she couldn’t make sense of what was happening.
All sorts of doubts grew like sharp thorns in Aitio’s heart, entangling her thoughts into a tangled mess.
She had no time to think, only feeling that Perlman’s current state was terrifying.
The entire Poson District 10 trembled and wailed under Perlman’s magic power.
Streaks of black psychic lightning, like whips of a Demon God, left scorched scars on buildings, and the sweltering heatwave swept through the streets, the towering skyscrapers swayed on the brink of collapse, turning into ruins, under the frenzied energy assault.
The entire North Shore District 10 had turned into a human purgatory.
In the face of this terrifying sudden change, even the reporters who had gambled with their lives felt a chill in their hearts.
They trembled as their cameras tried to capture this apocalyptic scene, but the footage shook violently, not only from their shaky hands but also because the ground itself was as unstable as an earthquake.
"Could it really not be the Great Priest Loren?"
"Who else could stop a Perlman like this? It turns out Aitio never stood a chance from the beginning!"
"Run, let me out! If we don’t leave now, it’ll be too late, Huadu is already finished!"
On the distant South Bank, the people who had been watching the battle in the North Shore through projection screens were now seized with unprecedented fear.
The figure that once lifted their spirits had now become the biggest mystery.
From the beginning, they hadn’t been able to clearly see that the black dot on the skyscraper was not Loren.
There was only the suspected light of Loren’s stone slab.
It was also very possible that Loren could only offer extremely limited long-distance magical assistance from thousands of kilometers away, from the Hutton Kingdom, but since Perlman had charged so violently, it suggested that it might not have been Loren!
No matter what the truth was, one thing was clear: the figure who had dared to confront Perlman had vanished.
The spark of hope that had just been ignited was ruthlessly extinguished, leaving only scars and ashes.
People watched in despair as the North Shore fell into dire straits, as Perlman rampaged, helpless to do anything.
"Please, someone has to stop all this..."
"Lady Goddess, please bless us!"
"Even if it’s a dark hero, please come save us!"
The mournful cries echoed in the South Bank’s shelters.
The citizens of Parriet shed tears, placing their slender hopes on an elusive unknown.
...
Before long, Perlman landed on the peak of a skyscraper that pierced the clouds.
The rooftop garden was separated by stone walls, with the relentless downpour still falling on the terrace.
He steadied himself, landing on the terrace and splashing a circle of water around his feet.
With an eagle-like sharp gaze, he scanned through the rain curtain, using his magic power to sense and search for the figure of Rocky McCarthy.
At that moment, Perlman could clearly sense that the phony was hiding right behind this wall in front of him.
The opponent’s magic power was so weak that Perlman became even more convinced that the other person could not possibly be a strong person of Loren’s level.
Or rather, a true powerhouse would not need to resort to such methods to deceive.
Perlman was not in a hurry at the moment.
His boots struck the ground, issuing a heavy, rhythmic sound, like the eternal tolling of a death knell.
"Take off your mask for me, let me see who you are."
Perlman’s voice was cold and piercing.
Perlman was clear, Rocky, this person who seemed like he shouldn’t exist, was just some kind of disguise.
His true identity was neither Loren nor Rocky but someone even more mysterious.
As he turned the corner.
The other party seemed to also feel Perlman’s approach, and the figure standing in the pitch-black downpour halted.
The leaden clouds in the sky churned, and the Demon World of Poson was submerged in deathly stillness, with occasional flashes of lightning between the summer clouds stirring, casting the huge buildings enshrouded in mist into a ghastly white.
They also illuminated the faces of the Great Priest and Perlman, until they went dark.
When the sky darkened once more.
Perlman felt that the figure of the Great Priest had changed.
Standing on the observation deck at the top of the soaring spire, there remained only a tall man in a dark gray coat.
His skin was pale as snow, not a trace of blood to be seen.
With just a slight lift of his hand, he sealed Perlman’s movements.
Aside from the suffocating magic power that he emitted seemingly effortlessly, as he sealed the space next to Perlman, the atmosphere around seemed to freeze at that moment, radiating profound light, turning into countless dark stars dancing within, resembling a magical living entity that doesn’t exist in space yet strikes directly at the eye and invades the mind.
Ordinary members of the Demon Race with insufficient spiritual power, facing this soul-striking halo for the first time, may feel an indescribable connection with this world, experiencing a long journey beyond body and time in an instant, ultimately becoming completely stupefied, falling to their knees, or even bursting into tears.
The spinning text belonged to no known era; only those who had seen the relics of the Divine Era would know their meaning.
This was indeed the aura emitted by the Original Slabs when producing their blessings.
And this slab that could overcome magic with seals, had revealed the name of the slab—
[Original Stone Tablet- Sealed].
As if sensing Perlman’s gaze, the man turned to look at him.
Those deep gray eyes were like the abyss, capable of drawing one in, gradually losing their soul.
As he stood there, the intangible terror emanating from him made all creatures feel trivial and helpless, and when he moved, all sense of stability would collapse because of him.
That smile was as if asking Perlman—
You didn’t really think I was weak, did you?
Regarding Perlman’s previous question, he finally gave his answer.
"I am the Legendary Sealing Master, Asksan."
The man in gray spoke smoothly, as if the sands of time were flowing out of his mouth, each word carrying an irresistible magic power,
"Children, I have returned."
