Chapter 1504
Cabrale, Lord of Schemes, possessed three faces—every shake of his head brought forth three new plots. Among the god-demons, his mind was the sharpest tool, unrivaled in cunning, though his strength paled compared to those who excelled in battle. In the end, he was dispatched cleanly and swiftly...
Anderson, I always suspected you might be one of those three-headed golden dragons, but I could never be sure. To survive until now, you’d have to be one of the recorded three-headed golden dragons, but none of them are quite like you—they’re all true tough guys.
Turns out your origins are even greater—you’re the Lord of Schemes himself. Just what kind of enemy did you cross to end up like this? I couldn’t even tell you were once a god-demon. The power of your god-demon soul has faded to nothing. Honestly...
Anderson’s three faces shifted through a parade of expressions. He wanted to deny it, but Leon only needed to hear the name to be absolutely sure.
It was hard for Leon to be uncertain—three faces is a dead giveaway. Sure, there are several god-demons with three heads, and three-headed golden dragons too, plus a handful of other powerful creatures. But with so many three-headed beings, Leon couldn’t pin down which one.
Leon always thought Anderson had three heads—especially after his transcendence, when those three heads acted almost like three separate people.
Thinking back, Leon realizes he should have recognized it sooner. Three faces, not three heads—there’s only one famous for that: the Lord of Schemes. Anderson’s personality fits perfectly. But Anderson has no trace of god-demon soul, no hint of its power, so Leon ruled out the Lord of Schemes from the start.
Later, Anderson became the Arcane Wheel’s magical avatar. After fighting side by side for so long, now fully fused with the Arcane Wheel, Anderson’s past doesn’t matter anymore.
What matters is that we fought side by side all this way.
Leon said all this, but honestly didn’t care who Anderson used to be. Anderson could tell, too—his three faces twisted with complicated emotions.
Before anyone could respond, the Lord of Nightmares started shouting from the side again...
“Lord Cabrale, save me! You know me...!”
The Lord of Nightmares barely finished his plea before Anderson exploded. All three faces contorted in fury as he wielded the Arcane Wheel, unleashing a barrage of spells.
“Idiot! Why don’t you just drop dead!”
“Even after all this, you still recognize me!”
“I’ve got horns growing out of my head, and you still know who I am! That’s what you get for running your mouth!”
Anderson’s three faces took turns berating the Lord of Nightmares, spells streaming from the Arcane Wheel and crashing into the Lord of Nightmares in a torrent.
With a cacophony of crackling blasts, the Lord of Nightmares kept screaming in agony, though the spells barely hurt him—at most, it just stung a little.
Anderson kept the spells coming for over ten minutes before finally stopping. Even after the magic faded, the Lord of Nightmares was still shrieking, apparently oblivious that the barrage had ended...
Anderson’s three faces twisted with rage, and he unleashed another ten minutes of spells, beating the Lord of Nightmares mercilessly.
“Damn it, serves you right for running your mouth. I went through hell to end up like this, and you still recognize me. Should’ve let Merlin finish you off ages ago.”
Leon grinned from the sidelines, suddenly realizing that god-demons aren’t always the legends they’re made out to be. In the end, they’re just another kind of sentient being—just with a lot more power.
As sentient beings, they have most of the same traits as any other intelligent creature. Sure, each god-demon is different, but there are always a few who aren’t so different from the rest.
But someone like the Lord of Nightmares? There’s definitely no second one like him...
Now the Lord of Nightmares wasn’t quite so clueless. He’d figured out Anderson’s connection with Leon—Anderson had become the Relic Spirit of Leon’s Arcane Wheel, and not just any Relic Spirit, but an important Mythic Artifact’s avatar. That meant they had history together.
With Anderson around, the Lord of Nightmares was sure he’d survive—at least he wouldn’t get hacked to pieces. So no matter how much Anderson beat him, the Lord of Nightmares didn’t care; it wasn’t the first time, anyway...
Leon flew off to one side with Anderson, giving him a once-over from head to toe.
“Anderson, what’s the deal with this Lord of Nightmares? You two seem pretty close...”
The leftmost of Anderson’s three faces covered itself, while the middle and right faces both turned to stare at it.
It was this guy who said the Lord of Nightmares was dumb and easy to use. The Lord of Nightmares came looking for someone to follow, but his power was useless against most god-demons—there were plenty who could take him out without breaking a sweat.
If he’d run into someone like the Death Lord, that psycho would’ve sliced the Lord of Nightmares in half with a single swing...
The leftmost face said he’d take the Lord of Nightmares in, but who could’ve guessed—the first time they went to battle, the guy ran off and never dared fight another god-demon. He ended up fleeing to the Undead Plane, and that’s where he finally died...
Whatever, those aren’t exactly happy memories. Still, if that idiot could recognize me, maybe others could too. After all these years, there must be some reincarnated and awakened god-demons out there. And I did make a lot of enemies back then...
Leon just smiled, unconcerned. Even if some reincarnated god-demons exist in this era, they’ll never reclaim their former glory. Awakening just means they progress faster; at best, they’ll ignite their divine fire.
“So what do we do with this guy now? The Blood Lich’s soul is fused with his, and unless we destroy him, we can’t get rid of the Blood Lich. That old corpse can hold a grudge for ten thousand years...”
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Anderson’s three faces were troubled. He hesitated, thinking the Lord of Nightmares was once a loyal underling, and now that he’d been recognized, it felt wrong to just let him die. Killing the Lord of Nightmares didn’t sit right—besides, Anderson wasn’t the Lord of Schemes anymore...
“Didn’t Saimeron say you have the Reaper’s Blade? Tell that idiot to get ready, then use the blade to sever his connection with the Blood Lich’s soul. After that, finish off the Blood Lich, and let the Lord of Nightmares do his part in the Death Tome. If you let him out, he’ll get killed in no time.
Before he gets taken out, he’ll definitely sell me out. So better to keep him in the Death Tome...
As soon as Anderson finished, he made up his mind and flew over to confront the Lord of Nightmares.
“Idiot, here’s your chance. If you don’t want to die, force that old corpse’s soul out. No one can help you with this...”
The Lord of Nightmares glanced up at the projection of the Natural Semi-Plane looming overhead, his face miserable, but said nothing.
Leon waved his hand, and the projection of the Natural Semi-Plane faded away. Without its suppression, the Lord of Nightmares didn’t dare keep up his towering, ten-thousand-meter form—instead, he shrank himself down to just over a meter, looking like a regular ghost.
Shrinking down, the Lord of Nightmares’ translucent body started to twist. The right half turned black, and pure, malignant evil began to seep from the darkness.
The blackness slowly gathered in the arm the Lord of Nightmares had conjured. Soon, the whole arm was pitch black, radiating raw, malicious intent like a psychic spell crashing into everything nearby.
His face twisted in pain, clearly straining to force out the Blood Lich’s soul. He glanced at the gray balance scale but wisely kept quiet—he didn’t even ask Leon to disperse the power of the Chapter of Balance.
After half an hour of struggle, all the black mist in the Lord of Nightmares condensed into one arm. The arm lost his control, morphing into a twisted, snarling face that silently roared at him.
The Lord of Nightmares and this dark, evil soul were still connected; you could see the point of contact, where a violent collision was underway—the evil soul was desperate to merge with him again.
Of course, the Blood Lich’s soul knew that merging with the Lord of Nightmares was safest. But no matter how it howled, it couldn’t fuse again. The Lord of Nightmares couldn’t shake the Blood Lich’s soul, but he could force a clear boundary between them.
Normally, the Lord of Nightmares wouldn’t bother—he knew it was impossible to break free. But things were different now: Leon had the Reaper’s Blade, even if it was a severely weakened version...
Leon transformed into the Skeleton King, gripping the weakened Reaper’s Blade as he flew toward the Lord of Nightmares. The Blood Lich’s evil soul seemed to sense its fate and stopped struggling to merge, instead turning to roar at Leon.
But that move completely enraged the little skull on the Reaper’s Blade. Its mouth opened in a silent scream, and instantly, the Blood Lich’s evil soul froze in place.
Seizing the moment, Leon swung the Reaper’s Blade, slashing at the connection between the Lord of Nightmares and the evil soul.
A faint glimmer flashed across the blood-red scythe’s blade. As it cut through, Leon felt only the slightest resistance. The Lord of Nightmares let out a dying scream and was flung backward, while the evil soul shrieked as well.
But before it could escape, the little skull on the blood-red scythe snapped its jaws, gobbling up the evil soul like it was a delicacy.
The agonized screams ended abruptly. After devouring the evil soul, the little skull seemed to know it was supposed to finish the job—black mist filled its eyes, and a dark rune appeared on the back of the blood-red scythe.
In a matter of seconds, everything returned to normal. The little skull wiggled its jaw, as if savoring the taste of the evil soul.