“Not good!” Lonin’s complexion changed, and by the time he could react to the voice, Brendel had already moved to the stairs. It was unknown when this manor was constructed, but it had the architecture style of Anson the Eleventh. All of the designs were vibrating vigorously, and the priceless art pieces on the walls began to fall one by one.
Brendel did not even have the time to protect these art pieces when he saw a blinding light from the stairs leading upwards. A golden flame engulfed the pieces of art, turning it to ash. The temperature of the corridor began to rise, and a stream of flames came gushing down like a waterfall straight onto the corridor. A few knights who did not make it out of the seas of flame could only cry out, wailing in the lonely nights.
In a second, the whole corridor leading to Lonin’s room turned golden red, the flame had reddened Brendel’s face. However, the flame did not burn through him and only circled around him.
Brendel immediately recognized the nature of the flame, but there was only one thing that could create a magical flame of this scale. He nervously gripped his sword and squinted his eyes.
Then came a loud crash. And from the flames arose a rampaging monster. It had a head the size of a bullfrog, and on it were horns. The blood flowing underneath the skin was fresh red, and its muscles tightened to support its body. The hind legs it had seemed to be filled with some sort of froglike explosive strength.
But the most significant feature of the monster was the burning flames on it back and limbs, its two eyes that sprouted fire, and the seemingly never-ending smoke that leaked out of its mouth.
It was an Abyss Lord. Originating from the Sulfur River in the Burning Hells, it was a monster that was a lot stronger than the lowly devils summoned by the Black Fire cultist. It had a high level of intelligence, and had the strength of a peak Gold ranker.
How did this thing appear in the capital of the Holy Cathedral’s jurisdiction?Brendel thought curiously. But then, the monster noticed him and croaked in deafening voice. Then it slashed its blazing claws at Brendel.
Its claws were the size of a table. Brendel hurriedly dodged, and the palm came smacking down on the floor. A ring of fire began to grow out of its claws, and a charring smell from the wood being burnt could be smelt. The Abyss Lord’s attack did not connect.
But it did not stop there.
It lunged at Brendel. It was almost four times the size of Brendel, and it squeezed through the corridor space. Wherever its body touched, the part of the wall would be swallowed in flames, like it integrated into t
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