The dark red divine power spread out black lines, winding upwards along Helios's divine soul.
Helios's gaze immediately became fierce:
"Yabaton—! Die—!"
A dazzling platinum light erupted, illuminating Helios's insanely angry eyes.
He transformed his fingers into a sword, the Holy Power condensing into a Divine Sword slashing at the Blood Demon Duke blocking him.
The scorching Holy Power poured onto Yabaton like molten lava, and this Bloodline Duke, unlike Charlotte, who did not have Holy Resistance, was immediately engulfed in platinum Holy Flames. The sinister Demon Armor on his body melted like a candle, and cracks appeared all over him.
"Your Majesty, True Ancestor—!"
Another hoarse and resolute howl.
Charlotte looked at Yabaton, who was using everything to stall Helios, with a complex expression.
That desperate figure slowly overlapped with the young demon from her memories, who had followed her through history, eager to earn her approval.
