I will be a demon in this life!

Chapter 263 263

The two-faced mask flew through the air, sliced in two, leaving a trail of blood in its wake.

Prince Absab's body trembled with exhaustion, but his demonic senses warned him not to let his guard down, for he was still in danger.

...

Explosion!

Apostle Alon, whose hair and one eye had turned blood-red, stumbled backward; his other eye was empty, and inside it seemed to be a dark, tar-like substance that looked as though it contained hundreds of worms.

A tall, slender man wearing a black mask, with shiny brown hair, his body covered in a white uniform and wearing golden gloves, had fired an arrow of concentrated mana. That man had used a golden bow with two gems embedded in it. He was the apostle Hector.

"I'm sorry, she's the youngest among us," said the apostle Hector in a friendly voice, but his tone made it clear that he was treating the apostle Alon like a stranger.

"It's a bit cold-hearted to attack a brother," said the apostle Alon with a slightly mischievous tone.

"You needn't worry about that; the Endless Heavens are my witnesses that I would never attack a brother, demon," Hector's voice remained gentle, and he seemed relaxed.

While the six apostles watched the strange Apostle Alon, King Sition continued to face off against the other imperial subcommanders in a fierce battle.

Rasgar Relvin had also been watching what was happening, but instead of surrounding the demon—knowing that the apostles were the elite forces of the Temple of Endless Heaven—he decided to order the commanders to continue attacking the remaining forces of the Presial Kingdom and its allies.

"If you're here, that means Brother Mitchel is already dead, right?" Hector asked.

Alon smiled and replied:

"That is a correct deduction, Apostle Hector. Should we honor him?"

Hector nodded, knowing that the only way to honor Apostle Mitchel was by defeating the demon that was possessing Apostle Alon's body.

Cough!

Cough!

Apostle Aneth brought her hand to her mouth and discovered she was bleeding, but her heart skipped a beat when she saw, amidst the blood, some long worms that wouldn't stop wriggling.

"The 'Endless Heavens' will protect me from any ill fate—my faith…" Sister Aneth coughed several more times, and four frogs came out of her mouth.

She fell to her knees, terrified; she didn't even dare to look at Apostle Alon again.

At that moment, she closed her eyes and tried to use her holy magic to purify her body of the demonic energy, but she only began to cough more, and this time dozens of leeches came out of her mouth.

Tears of anxiety and fear began to roll down Apostle Aneth's face.

"This woman is definitely an apostle lacking in faith," Alon's comment was almost sarcastic.

Bang!

Another arrow was fired, and Apostle Alon narrowly dodged it, but at that moment another apostle appeared before him, wielding a silver sword with golden gems embedded in its sharp blade.

Slash!

Blood!

A powerful, cutting energy characteristic of a sword master's aura sent Alon's body tumbling to the ground, sending him rolling.

"This is the true power of a sword master," Apostle Alon murmured.

AAAHHH!

A heart-wrenching scream escaped Apostle Aneth; she had a deep sword wound in her chest.

The wound on her chest was identical to the one Apostle Alon had on his chest.

"You...," the pale-skinned apostle with black hair and dark eyes was about to say.

Apostle Caden gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, though he seemed undecided about attacking again.

What worried Apostle Caden most was that he felt he had used enough aura power to kill the unsuspecting Apostle Alon, yet the latter had been able to withstand the powerful, sharp aura slash.

"Keep attacking," Apostle Hector raised his staff and this time fired a magic arrow that flew swiftly toward its target, severing Apostle Alon's left arm.

AAHHH!

Apostle Aneth began writhing pitifully on the ground, blood gushing profusely from her mutilated arm.

She used her holy magic to stop the bleeding, but hundreds of fly larvae emerged from her mouth and nose.

Every time she used her powers, the curse that Apostle Alon had placed on her took effect.

"It seems you feel no empathy whatsoever for Sister Aneth," said Apostle Alon, who had leaped swiftly to the spot where the spear was embedded in the body of the now-deceased imperial commander.

"I won't let you," said Apostle Hector in a calm voice as he drew his bow and fired another magic arrow.

Boom!

Apostle Alon dodged the magic arrow, but it exploded upon hitting the ground, and at that moment, Apostle Caden launched a swift attack.

Apostle Caden raised his sword, shrouded in an aura, and with a downward slash was about to swiftly kill Apostle Alon, but at that moment, Apostle Alon smiled subtly and raised his right hand toward Apostle Caden.

Apostle Caden saw it—a small sphere of demonic energy in the palm of Apostle Alon's right hand.

Bang!

Blood!

A beam of demonic energy shot out from the small sphere, and Apostle Caden barely managed to dodge it, but more than half of his face had been shattered by the powerful demonic energy.

Bang!

Boom!

Another arrow was fired at Apostle Alon's head, but a high-ranking demonic barrier managed to protect him.

Apostle Alon pulled out the spear that was embedded in the Imperial commander's body.

"It seems that the one you call Mr. Gemini is quite strong, and even though he is the master of this body's owner, there are very few memories of Mr. Gemini in this body. Do you know the reason?" asked Apostle Alon, who was about to hold the spear, but his right hand was suddenly severed.

A woman with a beautiful figure, dressed in a form-fitting white and gold outfit, severed Apostle Alon's hand.

She was Laia, an apostle who wielded two slender golden swords; she wore a bronze mask over her face, and her long hair was bluish-black.

Meanwhile, Apostle Aneth continued to writhe on the ground, now with her right hand mutilated and her forearm bleeding.

At that moment, Apostle Alon looked at Apostle Hector, Apostle Laia, and another apostle who was keeping his distance from the battle.

"Only those three wear masks. Why?" thought Apostle Alon, who soon found an answer.

This time, when Apostle Hector saw Apostle Alon smile, he knew that he must attack without holding back any longer.

The apostle Hector raised his bow, created a magical arrow, and levitating in the air, above him, 10 other powerful magical arrows appeared.

Apostle Hector was prepared to attack and Apostle Alon just silently watched the magical arrows created by Apostle Hector.

Bang!