Novel Full Chapter 912 LET TREVOR COOK (3)
Chapter 912 LET TREVOR COOK (3)
NOAH didn’t want to admit this since his pride as the Ancient Devil would be hurt, but he failed on his simple mission.
All he had to do was to stop Hanna Quinzel from leaving the Underworld.
[And yet I still failed.]
To be honest, he let Rufus and Drystan talk without attacking them because he was debating whether to leave or not since he had no reason to stay there anymore.
However, he immediately made a decision when a new variable arrived.
Lewis Crevan.
[He’s one of those young men who desire Princess Neoma.]
Noah would have to fight Yoan “Ruto” Solfrid to death if he wanted to get rid of his strongest rival. But he couldn’t afford to take the risk because he knew Callisto de Luca would swallow him alive if he showed even the slightest sign of getting weak.
Hence, he left Yoan alone for now.
But Lewis Crevan…
[I can kill this child without going all out.]
After Noah made up his mind, he unceremoniously threw a ball of dark energy at Lewis who was in the middle of a conversation with Drystan and the Quinzel bastard.
[Who told you to talk while I’m still here?]
Unfortunately, Lewis was quick.
The child “greeted” Noah’s ball of dark energy with a kick, sending it flying to the roof.
Naturally, the roof collapsed.
But Lewis and Drystan didn’t care about the debris as the two surrounded themselves with their Mana– causing the debris to break into pieces without even touching them.
Tsk.
[Children these days are darn strong.]
Noah wanted to be more cautious, so he decided not to fight the two at the same time.
[Let’s get the more troublesome out of the way first.]
Noah caught Lewis’ leg with his hand when the impudent child tried to kick him in the face, then he threw the fox to the ice coffin where Princess Neoma’s body was frozen.
He knew that something like that wouldn’t kill the Imperial Princess, so he didn’t hesitate.
Lewis cursed under his breath, then he dug his long and sharp nails deep into the walls in a painful attempt to stop himself from hitting the ice coffin.
Pfft.
The sound of Lewis’ claws scratching the walls made his skin crawl, but he liked the way the fox boy’s face distorted in pain when his supposedly sturdy nails began to crack and bleed.
[It’s because he’s using too much force to break his fall.]
Noah was amused, but he didn’t have time to enjoy Lewis’ suffering because Drystan was already right in front of his face.
He scoffed, then he pressed the blade of Drystan’s sword with his two fingers.
As soon as his skin made contact with Drystan’s sword, the blade produced a powerful amount of Hellfire. It wasn’t as deadly as the Eternal Flame, but it should have been enough to burn the shell that he was using.
But it didn’t work.
“Why?” Drystan asked through gritted teeth, pushing his sword with all his strength in order to stab Noah. But Noah didn’t even budge, and so did his fingers holding back the blade. Hence, the King of Hell looked more frustrated than normal. “Why didn’t you get burned? I’m the King of Hell, so my Hellfire should have been enough to burn the stupid vessel you’re using!”
“Unfortunately for you, my soul is still recognized by this world as the Ancient Devil– and I am the original King of Hell,” Noah said, his red eyes glowing as he summoned his flame. “Drystan, THIS is what you call Hellfire.”
It started as a simple spark at the tip of Noah’s fingertip.
And then, without warning, the spark had turned into a huge leaf of black flame.
Drystan cursed, then he tried to drop the sword in order to run away.
But Noah was faster than the King of Hell; he grabbed the flaming blade of the sword and snatched it away from Drystan. Then he covered Drystan’s pathetic Hellfire with his stronger version of Hellfire before he threw the weapon at the King of Hell.
Drystan, knowing that he didn’t have time to run away, just raised his hands and created layers of layers of sturdy barriers.
It was on par with Princess Neoma’s Dome, but still useless against the real Hellfire.
When the tip of the sword engulfed in Noah’s Hellfire touched the first layer of Drystan’s barrier, the barrier immediately melted– allowing the sword to break through the other layers of shields that the King of Hell created.
Just like that, because that was how powerful the Ancient Devil’s Hellfire was.
Drystan’s last line of defense would be his celestial body.
The King of Hell was still a god, after all.
However, Noah knew Drystan’s body wouldn’t be able to withstand his Hellfire because Drystan was born a god and not a devil. “Goodbye, my old friend.”
“Goodbye, your ass.”
Those crude remarks didn’t come from Drystan.
Noah clicked his tongue.
[Trevor, that little bastard, has unfortunately arrived.]
***
DRYSTAN really thought he was going to die without seeing Neoma get revived.
But, to be honest, he was prepared to die when he decided to face the Ancient Devil.
[And that’s exactly why I taught Iris how to use the ingredients to give Princess Neoma a new lifespan.]
Fortunately, he didn’t have to leave the world yet.
“Goodbye, your ass.”
Trevor Kesser, the demon who had recently inherited the Ancient Devil’s power, stood in front of Drystan and protected him.
He was impressed when he saw the weapon that the child used to counter the Hellfire.
Trevor Kesser swung the Death Scythe to block the Hellfire, effectively extinguishing it in the process.
It looked like an easy move, but it was only because Trevor Kesser made it look easy.
Drystan’s red eyes glowed as he carefully observed the Death Scythe in Trevor Kesser’s hand.
Unlike when Princess Neoma was using the weapon, the Death Scythe had returned to its original color and appearance. Hence, the Death Scythe finally regained its cold and deadly image that the Imperial Princess ruined– ahem.
“I thought you wanted Princess Neoma to get revived,” Trevor Kesser complained to the Ancient Devil. “Then why are you trying to kill the only person capable of helping me bring back my Moon Princess to life?”
The Ancient Devil scoffed. “I wasn’t about to kill Drystan– I was just about to send him back to Hell.”
“Yeah, right,” Trevor Kesser said nonchalantly, swinging the Death Scythe. “Should we continue then?”
The Ancient Devil fell silent, then he looked at Drystan, Lewis Crevan, and Trevor Kesser one by one as if he were contemplating whether to fight or not. “This isn’t a battle worth fighting anymore.”
Drystan was secretly relieved to hear that.
[Our objectives are to send Princess Hanna back to the human world and revive Princess Neoma– not to kill the Ancient Devil. Hence, this result is acceptable–]
“Do you think I’ll let you escape unscathed, huh?”
Drystan almost choked when Trevor Kesser pointed the curved blade of the Death Scythe at the Ancient Devil, obviously picking a fight.
WHY?!
[Just let the old bastard leave on his own, you cheeky brat!]
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