Senior, Save Me

Ye Chuan turned his head and watched the demon citizens who, just moments ago, were amiably greeting humans and buying bread. Now, they had torn off their disguises one after another, raising their butchers' knives against the defenseless civilians around them. A look of "I knew it" appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Once a demon, always a demon.

Demon citizens? What a joke.

Those of a different race will always harbor hidden agendas.

Except for beastgirls, of course.

"Help!!"

At that moment, a shrill and miserable scream rang out from not far away.

A demon had grabbed a lost little girl. With an expressionless face, he raised his dagger, about to plunge it right into the girl's chest.

His strike was incredibly decisive, as if it had been premeditated long ago.

The little girl was so terrified that her face turned deathly pale. Unable to even cry, she could only stare wide-eyed in despair at the monster before her.

Just as the dagger was about to touch the little girl, the demon's movements suddenly froze.

In the next second, his body was crushed by an invisible, tremendous force, instantly turning into a puddle of mush. He didn't even have time to let out a single scream.

Ye Chuan withdrew his gaze, not even looking in that direction again. After all, this exact scene was playing out all over the city.

The rescued little girl stood frozen in place. It took her several seconds before she finally burst into loud tears, stumbling as she ran toward a Paladin not far away.

Ye Chuan looked up, turning his gaze toward the battlefield in the sky.

By now, the battle in the sky had reached a white-hot climax.

The Pope was fighting three Demon Lords all by himself. The golden light magic surrounding his body was as dazzling as the sun, and countless holy swords of light continuously slashed toward the three Demon Lords.

However, he never dared to go all out. He held back with every move, terrified that the sheer power of his attacks would spill over and harm Vanta City and the civilians below.

Because of this restraint, he instantly fell into a disadvantage.

"Gregory, you old dog, is this all you've got?!"

Cullen laughed wildly, the space around him constantly twisting and distorting.

Countless spatial rifts appeared out of thin air all around the Pope. The pitch-black edges of the rifts carried a sharpness capable of tearing through anything, attacking the Pope from every unexpected angle.

The Pope could only continuously conjure barriers of light to block the spatial rifts one by one.

But the spatial rifts were endless. Just as he blocked one from the front, another would appear out of nowhere behind him, forcing him into a frantic, miserable dodge.

"Stop wasting time with him, finish this quickly!"

Morgana's hoarse voice rang out. She violently tore off the black cloth covering her face, revealing a rotting, festering visage covered in pustules.

Opening her mouth, she spewed out a massive cloud of dark green plague mist, which surged toward the Pope.

Wherever it passed, even space itself seemed to melt.

The Pope's expression changed. He hurriedly waved his scepter, and a giant barrier of light stretched across the sky, blocking all the poisonous plague mist on the outside.

The dark green mist crashed against the golden barrier, emitting a sizzling, corrosive sound. The barrier was instantly covered in black spots.

In the split second the Pope was putting all his strength into resisting the plague mist, a flash of ruthlessness crossed Cullen's eyes.

Gripping the Realm-Piercing Spike in his hand, his figure instantly merged into space. In the next second, he appeared right behind the Pope!

"Die! You old fool!"

Carrying the power to tear through anything, the Realm-Piercing Spike thrust viciously toward the back of the Pope's heart!

"Not good!"

The Pope's heart skipped a beat. With no time to turn around, he could only violently channel all his magic to condense a thick rampart of light behind his back.

Crack!

A crisp sound echoed.

The Realm-Piercing Spike, reputed to be able to break through any rule-based defense, instantly pierced through the rampart of light!

The sharp tip was just about to touch the Pope's back. In the nick of time, the Pope jerked his body to the side, narrowly dodging the fatal blow.

However, the Realm-Piercing Spike still tore through his papal robes, leaving a wound on his ribs so deep that bone was visible.

"Your Holiness!"

Seeing this, the Paladins below cried out in alarm. They wanted to rush up and help, but they were firmly pinned down by the surging swarm of demon infiltrators around them, completely unable to break free.

Meanwhile, explosions erupted everywhere within the city.

"Hahaha! Die!"

Cullen's strike landed, and just as he was about to press his advantage, an extremely thin silver ray of light silently passed through the Pope's barrier of light, precisely hitting his right arm that held the scepter.

This ray of light had no earth-shattering momentum; it didn't even make a sound.

Yet, the Pope's face instantly changed drastically.

His original right arm rapidly withered and shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The skin became as wrinkled as dead tree bark. The muscles and blood vessels vanished in an instant, leaving only a layer of skin clinging to the bone, as if it had instantly experienced the passage of hundreds of years.

"This is..."

The Pope let out a muffled groan of pain, almost dropping the scepter in his hand.

He swiftly retreated in mid-air, looking at the little boy who had been playing with a pocket watch all along, seemingly doing nothing.

"The Authority of Time... As expected, you are the most troublesome one," the Pope said in a deep voice.

Chronos slowly closed the silver pocket watch in his hand, an icy smile appearing on his childish face:

"Having been hit by my Ray of Decay, don't ever think about recovering this arm of yours."

Having lost the use of his right arm, the Pope could only barely hold the scepter with his left hand. The light magic surrounding him also became chaotic.

Seeing this, a flash of joy crossed Cullen and Morgana's eyes simultaneously.

"It's our chance! Kill him!"

Down in Vanta City, the situation was in complete chaos.

Over a thousand demon infiltrators hidden in the city launched their attack at the same time. Familiar with every street and every defensive structure in the city, they unleashed a frenzied massacre upon the defenseless civilians and Paladins.

Although the Paladins fought back desperately, the demons were too numerous and incredibly brutal. The knights soon suffered heavy casualties.

Blood dyed the pristine white streets red. Screams, cries, and the clash of weapons intertwined. The holy city, which had been peaceful just moments ago, had now turned into a living hell.

In the sky, the Pope's barrier of light was already covered in cracks and was on the verge of shattering.

The savage grin on Cullen's face grew even more intense: "Gregory! Die!"

But at this moment, the Pope suddenly took a deep breath and shouted,

"Senior, save me!!!!!!!"

Senior...?

The Demon Lords froze for a second, seemingly not understanding what the Pope was trying to do.

Aren't you the oldest?

Aren't you the strongest?

Where would a senior come from?

Right at that moment, a lazy voice suddenly and clearly echoed throughout the entirety of Vanta City.

"So noisy."

Everyone's movements instantly froze.

Whether it was the three Demon Lords in the sky, the blood-soaked Paladins fighting for their lives, or the demons engaged in their frenzied massacre, everyone looked toward the source of the voice.

In the next moment, a black figure instantly appeared in front of the Pope. Relying purely on his aura, he forcefully blasted the three Demon Lords away!

"P-Please, I leave it to you..." The Pope let out a sigh of relief after seeing Ye Chuan appear.