Chapter 112: Dirty Mask
In a brown wooden house, scorched by fire, the seraph sitting on a chair looked up at the ceiling, fearing it might collapse.
"I hope it doesn't collapse."
The demon on the ceiling stared down at the seraph's mask.
He instantly became fascinated with the mask.
The seraph received the mask from Alisanda, increasing the demon's fascination.
The seraph removed the mask and placed it on the floor. "Let me take it off. I'm covered in sweat."
The seraph placed the mask on the floor, his right foot feeling like he had stepped on something.
The seraph looked down at the floor and saw the wooden floor, black with burn marks, with heat beneath.
"Back off, or the fire beneath the house is burning."
The seraph picked up the chair and moved to another spot.
The sound of the ceiling falling down. Boom!
A demon appeared and swooped down to bite the mask. Boom!
The demon slammed into the ground, revealing the beast's face. It was a large, black dog the size of a person, with an extended tongue.
The sound of the mask-shaped tongue moving back and forth.
Seraph, who had turned his back without looking, quickly turned to look at the ceiling, hearing a noise coming from the ceiling. "Is the house going to collapse?"
Seraph looked at the demon who had appeared, but remained calm. "A demon? And Aliceanda's mask has been soaked in the demon's saliva."
The demon lunged towards Seraph, ready to attack. Whoosh!
Seraph stood still, his right hand gripping a chair.
The sound of claws hitting the ground was heard, followed by claws scraping against the wooden floor. Thud, thud, thud, thud.
The demon clawed the floor. Boom!
The wooden floor collapsed, and Seraph's cold gaze glared at the demon.
The demon fell into a pit.
The pit was filled with crushed wood. With the fire beneath the ground scorching,
The demon's body fell to the ground. Whoosh!
A stick thrust into the sky, impaling the demon's back. Smack!
The stick pierced through the demon's body, crimson blood splattering everywhere and its entrails spurting out.
The demon became a skewered demon, with the fire roasting it.
Seraph walked down, looking down at the hole, sighing. "The mask is important, too."
Seraph went down to retrieve the mask.
Seraph began to find a place to grab and get down safely. "Why can't you fly?"
Seraph forgot to use his magical flying device.
Seraph landed on the ground, looking at the skewered demon's corpse.
"I need to get some water to wash the mask. Wearing it like this isn't clean."
Seraph picked up the mask, its mask covered in demon saliva.
Seraph stood near the wall, preparing to fly out of the hole. When the flight is blocked, the rocks on the wall can be used as grip.
Seraph prepares to fly and begins releasing his spirit energy into the golden suit.
Inside the wall in front of Seraph, Faye is holding a sword across from the wall.
Risha stands beside Faye. "What should we do, junior? Is there someone outside the wall?"
"That's right. There's a person preparing to use a spirit skill. The sound just now was that of a demon. Plus, it sounded like something falling down. I'm sure there's something up there."
"What should we do? This person is preparing to destroy the wall. There's a high chance he created this room."
Risha nodded. "You want to kill him, right?"
"Yes."
Faye used her third skill, {Flying Sword}. A blue sword the size of Faye's body, and it crashed into the wall. Boom!
The wall was pierced, ready to pierce through the Seraph.
The Seraph floated for a moment before the white ring was activated.
The Seraph's body was stunned Down on the ground! Thud! Boom!
The sword flew, crashing into the ceiling with a boom!
If the White Ring hadn't summoned Seraph, it would have knocked him unconscious, his face and body falling to the ground with a thud!
Seraph's luckily escaped death at the hands of Faye.
Faye saw someone dodge the attack and charged straight out of the area.
"Did you manage to dodge the attack?"
Faye lunged over Seraph, her sword slamming into the ground.
Seraph lay comfortably, having been summoned by the White Ring.
The sword was just a moment away from cutting Seraph's head off.
Faye recognized the golden robes clearly. "Wait?"
Faye stopped her sword just a moment longer, and Seraph's head would be cut off.
Fay examined Seraph's clothing. "Golden clothing and a child-like body?"
Fay used her feet to lift Seraph, turning him face up.
Seraph's face was revealed, blood streaming from his forehead hitting the ground.
"How did this guy get here?" Amidst the confusion, she wondered how Seraph got here, with blood streaming from his forehead.
Risha rushed out to reinforce Fay.
Risha ran out, slamming a chair down at Seraph. Whoosh!
Fay quickly grabbed Richa's arm with her right hand before it thudded!
"Wait a minute, senior! That's that kid!"
Risha, curious as to why she stopped herself, turned to look at Seraph.
"That kid! Oh, that kid from back then! What's he doing here?"
"I don't know."
Risha dropped the chair on the floor. "What should I do with this guy?" Fay, did you knock this child unconscious?
Fay shook her head, denying the accusation. "No. That guy dodged it."
Fay looked towards the wall and saw traces of Fay's attack.
Risha smiled, seeing Fay's vicious attack. "Vicious. More importantly, why is he asleep?"
"You'll have to ask him about that."
The two children stood there, dumbfounded, staring at the sleeping Seraph.
This situation was so bold.
Risha watched the little Seraph sleeping soundly.
Risha looked up at the ceiling, her expression of laziness
changing with shock.
A hole appeared in the ceiling, and a blue sword shot down.
The sword flew through the ceiling, crashing down. Boom!
The sword pierced the floor. Boom!
Risha couldn't react to the magic sword's descent. Boom!
Fay stared at the azure sword that had been stabbed into the ground, pierced directly in front of her.
And more importantly, if Fay hadn't used her feet
to move Seraph's body,
the exquisite sword would have pierced Seraph's stomach, leaving a hole. Fay could be called Seraph's savior.
Seraph's blood began to flow out. Fay had unwittingly become Seraph's savior.
"That was close. If he hadn't moved just now, this sword would have pierced through him, killing him again?"
Fay had almost witnessed Seraph's death twice.
Seraph, who had been pulled into the magnificent golden castle,
remained calm and composed, with no signs of agitation.
Seraph looked at the four children, all seated, staring at Seraph, the meeting organizer. He was likely thinking this.
[What will happen next? No, originally, I had nothing to do with it.]