Chapter 205: The Great Demon Mamen: A Battle of Wits and Courage

In the street.

The bumpy, uneven road showed this was not a central area; shops nearby were few, clearly a remote place—this city had never been wealthy to begin with.

At this moment, shops and pedestrians were either closing up or screaming and fleeing.

On this land where gunfights happened daily, many civilians had long learned what evacuation meant: no unnecessary curiosity—it would kill you!

So, soon, only Louis remained, standing on the ground where blood-red light flickered around him, and the porcelain doll lying before the trash bin.

No.

Behind the trash bin, in the shadow.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

One thin, long, black finger with sharp yellow nails tapped against the edge of the trash bin.

Thin strands of black mist began spreading from the shadow, creeping across the entire street; as the black mist spread, the last few hidden observers vanished.

Yet Louis stood there as if unaffected, watching the demon behind the bin put on a show, trying to apply psychological pressure.

This demon seemed to love this kind of game—torturing humans.

Too bad, Louis wasn’t fooled by it.

The black mist couldn’t block his vision; the Primordial Spirit’s power could clearly detect the demon’s form and location.

Louis lightly tapped his fingers against his arm; magic power surged within his Primordial Spirit, droplets of flame condensing and liquefying, swirling larger and larger like magma in the dark air.

Finally.

The demon’s full form emerged from the black mist.

It was a humanoid, jet-black monster with four horns, its skin like a thick keratin layer; the two horns on its forehead curved backward, its black hair atop the head wild and tangled, its black goat-like beard faintly stirring—these features made it resemble a beast more than a person.

Its snow-white fangs, jagged and blade-like, interlocked, more terrifying than any beast’s, leaving no doubt it could bite through refined iron in one snap.

Its blood-red eyes brimmed with cruelty and malice; its muscles looked grotesque, and though it stood at an average height, it radiated an overwhelming sense of bulk.

Overall, this was a standard demon.

Darkness, terror, bestiality.

“Who are you?”

A hoarse voice sounded beside his ear, carrying a power that sought to bewitch him into revealing his name.

Louis remained unmoved; the bronze ruler in his mind emitted a faint yellow glow, enveloping his Primordial Spirit and rendering it utterly still.

“You’re the second demon to ask me my name.”

Louis clicked his tongue, rubbing his finger against the ruby ring, lowering his head slightly.

“But unfortunately, the last one didn’t know manners—I didn’t tell him my name. And now it seems you don’t either. Don’t you know that before asking someone’s name, you should introduce yourself first?”

“… ”

“… ”

No response.

Only the black mist grew denser, visibility dropping below three meters, plunging everything into premature night—outside, this would be considered an unusually thick fog.

Louis watched this calmly; it didn’t surprise him. Though in the original plot, the demon hadn’t shown this ability, traces of it were still visible.

Now it was simply fully unleashed.

But is this thing a Great Demon or just an ordinary demon?

Judging by its current power, it’s nearly approaching Abalam’s strength—but this is only a manifestation, not its true body descending.

So…

Is it a Great Demon?

A flicker of understanding passed through Louis’s eyes.

The next instant.

Hummm!!!

Intense psychic force slammed violently onto Louis.

Crash! Snap! Crack!

Strange, twisted sounds erupted around Louis—air shattered, invisible forces collided like stone against stone, metal against metal, sparks flying…

Louis gathered all his Primordial Spirit power, forming a circular barrier around himself.

At every moment.

Twisted, powerful invisible psychic force struck every point around Louis.

And as time passed, its force grew stronger; now, its impact equaled that of a steamroller crashing from the sky—unrelenting, continuous impacts!

Louis himself remained unharmed; his Primordial Spirit power forcibly levitated and resisted—but the ground around him cracked everywhere, countless fissures spreading along the cracks, turning the entire area centered on Louis into a danger zone, ready to collapse at any moment!

No, this had already triggered an earthquake!

Loud screams erupted from nearby shops and homes.

Louis ignored the noise, his gaze locked on the demon—but its speed was too fast, impossible to fully pin down; worse, the real challenge was restraining it, otherwise all effort was useless.

“Mamen! Is this all you’ve got?!”

Since he couldn’t lock onto it, he’d provoke it directly—see if it reacted.

It would, surely. Demons were intelligent beings, and their emotions were extreme.

Indeed.

As Louis shouted its name, the attack frequency dropped sharply.

“Mamen, I heard you love targeting the weak, watching them break down in despair—have you ever tried tempting a priest?”

“Oh, you haven’t? Then you’re really weak.”

“By the way, are all demons afraid of God? Does hearing the Bible feel like being cursed? Should I sing you a few verses from God’s scripture for entertainment?”

“Nah, better stick to the cross. Cursing you is nowhere near as fun as throwing dog shit at you.”

“… ”

Louis tried sarcasm.

It seemed to work. Mamen stopped attacking and appeared directly, standing one meter in front of Louis, as if enraged, unleashing his full power.

Jaw wide open, fangs bared, claws slashing wildly.

Crash!

Black mist coiled around the yellow claws—this strike actually tore through Louis’s Primordial Spirit barrier; the essence of its power completely surpassed Abalam’s last time—Abalam could never have shattered Louis’s barrier.

Louis’s face changed instantly; he retreated urgently, pouring more Primordial Spirit power into reinforce the barrier.

Whoosh!

The black claw slashed past Louis’s face; he performed a perfect bridge, narrowly dodging, then leapt left and right, flipped mid-air, split-legged, executing a rapid succession of high-difficulty maneuvers—his body moved with impossible agility, far surpassing any Olympic champion in the modern world!

Even true martial artists would be humbled by this!

But the demon’s speed was too fast—not even a transformed human could match it.

In mere seconds, Louis—despite exceeding human limits—began to struggle desperately.

Fortunately, the demon’s high-quality power seemed spent in its rage; its speed in tearing through the barrier slowed. Louis quickly repaired the barrier.

“Phew~”

Louis exhaled in relief.

But just then.

Whoosh!

Suddenly.

Both claws struck one point simultaneously—the very gap Louis hadn’t yet repaired. Pfft. With a sound like tearing cloth, the barrier ruptured; Mamen’s goat-like head thrust through, roaring in terror, “ROOOOAR!!!”

An abnormal, massive psychic shock surged straight into Louis’s mind.

Even now, this demon had not abandoned its intent to invade Louis.

And this time, its power was far stronger than its previous probes—like a close-range heavy sniper round exploding into Louis’s mind.

On the goat-like head, those grotesque, terrifying eyes now glowed with cunning and hunger. Yes—it had never been angered. That cheap sarcasm meant nothing to a high-intelligence demon like it, who delighted in setting traps to torment humans.

Even if holy water or crosses were dumped on it, it could endure—especially before Louis.

Because.

Soul!

Soul!!

Soul!!!

This sweet, delicious soul was the true prize!

He swore, since the last Divine Fall—was it a thousand years ago? Or a few hundred?—he hadn’t seen a soul this high-quality since. This soul rivaled minor deities, no—approaching a true god’s!

And it radiated the nourishing essence of the moon, reminding him of ancient lunar deities. Such souls were perfect for demons like him; just smelling it made his bones feel like they were melting.

Treasure! A peerless treasure!

I’ll capture it, keep it, bite it once a day—no, lick it once a day! Lick it for a hundred years!

Mamen’s eyes burned hotter.

And at that moment.

Louis’s eyes, now dull and vacant, suddenly curled into a smile.

“Lied to you, idiot!”

"You demons really only have those three tricks, huh?"

A flash of yellow light blazed at his brow, and the Soul-Subduing Ruler materialized in midair, hovering directly above Louis like a sacred protective treasure, repelling every spiritual attack and rendering him invulnerable to all arts!

Louis’s eyes were crystal clear, filled with mockery as he gazed at Mamen.

He had no confidence in his own sarcastic, manipulative cultivation, yet this guy had actually been provoked as if affected—clearly fake. Though he didn’t understand why, the reasons could only be a few.

So he decided to play along.

He pulled off this move.

The effect seemed quite good.

You’re this close—see how you dodge now!

And I’ve got your ultimate move ready!

Louis’s gaze turned sharp; he seized Mamen’s wrists with both hands, lunged forward, and his eyes burned with raging flames.

"Trash, look at me!"

Snap!

Dozens of green crystals in his pocket shattered.

"Aaaaaaah!!!"

A piercing scream echoed across the heavens, and atmospheric waves churned in the sky, forcing the endless white clouds outward.

No.

It wasn’t the scream causing this.

In the sky.

A sphere of crimson and gold, flickering with alternating hues, pulsed with intensely condensed flames that flowed like liquid, searing and burning—forming a firestorm meteor ten meters in diameter.

It was plummeting from the heavens with the power to obliterate heaven and earth!

(End of Chapter)