Chapter 1240
Blood scattered with the fading incantation, staining the world in crimson. A terrifying shadow of the Demon Lord flickered in this blood-soaked dimension, while Leon's aura grew ever weaker, his strength draining away. Even Anderson and Theo were barely holding on.
The Silence Spellmark was stretched to its breaking point, the Doombringer Staff blazed with its full power, and the Crystal Phoenix shrieked at the Demon Lord's looming shadow.
At this stage of the battle, Leon knew he stood no chance against Lafayette. That madman had actually dared to sacrifice his own life force, summoning the Demon Lord's power to cast an instant death curse.
That artifact, no doubt, was crafted from a dead demon's skull. To wield a demon's power, one must pay the price—that's the rule set by the demons themselves. Anyone, as long as they pay the right price, can trade for what they desire.
Some lesser demons once spread their faith among mortals. An ordinary soul could trade for mastery of a single craft, but their lifespan would be just ten years—after that, their soul belonged to the demon.
Ten years means nothing to a demon—it’s just a blink, a nap, and in exchange, they get a soul. A pretty good deal, if you ask me.
For a mage, life force is the one chip no demon can refuse. Some powerful Demon Lords have existed for so long that no record remains, living on through bargains for life force that endlessly prolong their existence.
The blood-red world stretched for a thousand meters, shrouded in the Demon Lord’s shadow, who waited silently, watching Lafayette and Leon.
As the price, the Demon Lord would first claim the life force Lafayette had sacrificed, then reach for Leon’s life and soul.
Double-dipping in life force—that’s the demon’s greedy creed, and the cost of dealing with them.
The disturbance here had already drawn the attention of Astral Academy. Earlier, it was just a normal fight—Astral Academy couldn't care less. These people squabble all the time, no need to intervene.
Every villa here is spaced far apart, and every tree is shielded by powerful wards. That’s exactly why.
But now things were getting out of hand—not only was plenty being destroyed, but people were beginning to fight for their lives. Astral Academy had no choice but to step in.
"Lord Lafayette, Archmage Leon, enough!"
A grim-faced griffin knight hovered in midair, watching as the blood-red shadow grew sharper, his expression souring.
Those Jackson Family bastards—do they think Astral Academy is their private playground? To unleash such power here, even using demonic magic...
Damn fools, murdering Astral Academy guests right out in the open—do they really think our tolerance is a license for their recklessness?
"Lord Lafayette, stop immediately! This is Astral Academy, not the Jackson Family’s backyard!"
The griffin knight hovered in the air, warning again, but Lafayette ignored him, his gaze locked on Leon, murderous intent swirling around him like oily black smoke.