Chapter 564: The First Operation Concludes Perfectly

The Divine Scion · Lust in mid-air shot Tang Luo a glance filled with incomparable resentment, then suddenly adjusted his posture, intending to flee the moment he touched the ground.

He wasn't stupid; after being swatted away by the suddenly strengthened Holt, he had already realized that the white-haired man was very dangerous!

When did trash like this appear among the Exorcist Holy Order's wastes?

Upon landing, the Divine Scion · Lust turned into a residual shadow and began a strategic withdrawal.

This news needed to be spread; it wasn't running away.

As for the demons, even high-ranking demons were merely consumables.

Using them to block these guys and contribute to the Divine Scions' strategic withdrawal was the demons' glory.

"Go, kill that white-haired man." The Divine Scion · Lust issued the order.

The demons originally besieging Holt and the others immediately switched targets, charging at Tang Luo.

"Hm?"

Tang Luo's eyes narrowed slightly.

The Divine Scion · Lust, in the midst of a strategic withdrawal, suddenly sensed a figure appear at his front-diagonal, brushing past him the instant it materialized, while simultaneously his foot was tripped.

The Divine Scion · Lust had ten thousand ways to stabilize his off-balance body and continue retreating.

However, of these ten thousand ways, he couldn't implement a single one.

He merely felt his body lose balance, forced to watch helplessly as his face drew closer and closer to the ground.

Then came intimate contact, and friction.

Face plant, body plant, rolling along.

The Divine Scion · Lust left a trail on the ground, feeling his body no longer belonged to him.

As the Divine Scion of Desire, he controlled desire, and also controlled the human body.

He could easily seize bodies, turning them into his puppets.

Besides others', this included his own; regarding control over his own body, the Divine Scion · Lust could be said to have already reached perfection.

Yet at this moment, his body refused to obey him, trembling slightly.

He dug his five fingers into the mud to stop the trembling, braced his hands on the ground like an ambushing cheetah, and lunged out — not in a simple straight line, but constantly shifting position, moving in a Z-pattern.

One could see the Divine Scion · Lust's clothes bulging out, one could imagine the muscles beneath swelling and bulging.

Reaching an optimal force-exertion state.

Then, from the corner of his eye, the Divine Scion · Lust caught sight of that figure again — the black-red exorcist uniform, white hair, right at his side, slightly more than a step ahead of him.

His vision abruptly went dark.

Last time it was a trip; this time a hand pressed down on him — or rather, Tang Luo caught the Divine Scion · Lust's head like catching a flying ball.

Gently, he led it to the side!

The head dragged the body in low flight, occasionally scraping the ground, like a stone skipping on water — the Divine Scion · Lust was that tile, that flat stone.

The Divine Scion · Lust steadied himself and stopped; his right arm and neck were bent at strange angles.

Accompanied by two teeth-aching sounds of bones folding and colliding, his right arm and neck returned to normal.

He turned his head to look and saw the white-haired man standing where he had just appeared, where he had sent him flying.

He didn't move, just looked this way.

And those high-ranking demons were actually being tightly entangled by the five Generals!

The two locked eyes; Tang Luo pointed at Holt and the others fighting bitterly and said: "You go up together."

The Divine Scion · Lust gritted his teeth, face twisted, and abruptly thrust his hand at Tang Luo.

His five fingers instantly exploded, finger bones scattering before him like a goddess scattering flowers, vanishing without a trace.

This was a disappearance caused by speed exceeding the limit the eye could capture.

It was speed even the Generals couldn't track with their eyes; compared to it, the Demon Cone was like the difference between a bicycle and a sports car.

The attack couldn't be seen; only a sharp, piercing whistle rang out.

Yet this whistle served not the slightest warning function; on the contrary, it seemed like thorns stabbing into the mind, causing agony.

Even Holt and the others were affected, taking wounds on the spot.

At the cost of five fingers, the Divine Scion · Lust fled wildly in the opposite direction without even looking to see what results he achieved.

For the first time in his life, he felt the emotion of fear spreading in his heart — a second time.

The shoes on his feet completely burst apart, his soles underwent some changes, swelling calves turned his pants into beggar's rags.

Speed increased once more.

Obstacles along the way — bushes, rocks — were all ignored by the Divine Scion · Lust, smashed through, shattered, knocked aside, utterly unable to halt his steps.

Suddenly, a clearly audible footstep sounded; the Divine Scion · Lust couldn't tell for a moment where it came from.

Behind, left, or right?

Just as he was thinking whether to preemptively evade, he suddenly crashed into an iron plate — an immovable mountain peak.

A hand reached out and pressed onto the Divine Scion · Lust's head.

"Crack."

The back of his head stuck directly to his back; the Divine Scion · Lust's neck was folded and snapped by that hand.

However, such an injury was trivial to him; as long as he snapped it back, he could recover.

Tang Luo grabbed the Divine Scion · Lust's head and lifted it slightly, making his face parallel to his own slightly lowered head.

So he could look him straight in the eye.

"You're disobedient, little brat." Tang Luo looked at the Divine Scion · Lust and said.

The Divine Scion · Lust's mouth trembled faintly, no sound coming out.

"Oh." Tang Luo let go.

The freed Divine Scion · Yu tried to fall backward, crashing to the ground; his snapped neck righted itself, and he scrambled backward on all fours.

A textbook "awaiting-death crawling retreat posture," and without exception he slammed into the very tree he had hit earlier — now merely a fairly tall stump.

Tang Luo walked step by step toward Divine Scion · Yu, stopped before him, lifted his foot, and stomped down.

He planted it on Yu's chest, halting Yu's continued attempt to flee.

Facing those icy eyes, Divine Scion · Yu felt as though he were staring into a blood-colored vortex.

One that would devour him, leaving not even bones.

"Kill them, and I'll let you go." Tang Luo looked at Divine Scion · Yu, thought for a moment, and said.

One still has to give a little hope; with hope, he'll struggle forward.

"... Okay." Divine Scion · Yu's voice was extremely hoarse, utterly devoid of the malice and mockery from the start.

"Go on, huh? What was your name again?" Tang Luo set his left foot back on the ground.

"Yu. I am the blood scion of the Great Lord, Yu..." A pause, then Divine Scion · Yu continued, "One of the new era's Shepherds."

"Shepherd? Heh, interesting." Tang Luo laughed.

Divine Scion · Yu's steps grew faster and faster, until he was sprinting; in a flash he rushed behind Dupont.

The demons besieging Dupont parted a path for Divine Scion · Yu.

He pressed his fingers together like a knife, thrusting at the spot of Dupont's heart.

In that instant, the flames on Dupont's right arm spread over his whole body; a high-temperature shock wave radiated outward with him at the center.

"Want to kill this grandpa? You're still ten thousand years too early!"

The man who had turned entirely to charcoal yet had not died roared.

Half the surrounding demons were blown away, flames burning on their bodies; the other half turned completely into fireballs — certainly beyond survival.

As for Divine Scion · Yu, most of his golden hair was burned away, his clothes fused with his flesh, a horrifying sight.

Flung outward, he was already regenerating, but the speed was far slower than before.

This was damage caused by the Sacred Heart; even a so-called Divine Scion could not rapidly recover from it.

By comparison, the immense fear Tang Luo instilled in Divine Scion · Yu inflicted far less damage than Dupont's explosion.

"One..." Divine Scion · Yu barely steadied himself, looking at Dupont and murmuring, reminding Tang Luo he had completed one-fifth of the goal.

But the next second, Divine Scion · Yu nearly popped his eyes out.

He saw Dupont's body shudder, his fading breath beginning to climb.

The flames burning on him refluxed into his right arm like flowing water.

The flames now looked far more condensed than at the start, even giving a sense of solidity.

"I... got stronger." The bald Dupont slowly turned, looking at Divine Scion · Yu, "You, come receive death!"

An extremely arrogant attitude.

Divine Scion · Yu whipped his head around, looking at Tang Luo.

Tang Luo watched him with a calm expression.

"Heh... hahahaha!" Divine Scion · Yu chuckled softly, the laughter gradually shifting, finally breaking into wild laughter.

That's right, exactly the same!

This white-haired man was just like him — seemingly giving a sliver of hope, letting them struggle to survive, crawl with difficulty.

Then, at the critical moment, slowly shutting the door of hope.

Savoring their most desperate expressions.

This sort of thing was precisely what Divine Scion · Yu loved doing most; such intense emotion was a delicacy to him.

Now, this intense, uncontrollable emotion erupting in him tasted thoroughly bitter.

Divine Scion · Yu charged at Dupont.

Hate hate hate! Kill kill kill!

Dupont flinched instantly; the kid's sky-high hatred stiffened his very body.

"Idiot."

Fortunately Holt arrived in time, his sword parrying Divine Scion · Yu's attack and incidentally delivering a line to Dupont.

With time to pose and spout trash talk, you'd be better off attacking the moment you recover.

Holt's scolding was well-founded.

Fifteen minutes later.

Black powder drifted on the wind; Divine Scion · Yu lay on the ground, Holt's greatsword pinning him fast, nearly cleaving him in two.

Clement's whip bound his wrists and ankles and sank into the earth.

Rendering him utterly immobile.

In terms of strength, Divine Scion · Yu alone handling two to three Generals is no problem.

Facing five, he'd most likely still escape.

Add a horde of demons — clearly a situation he shouldn't lose.

Too bad the opposition has a "cheat"; never mind a limit-breaking one-versus-five, even one-on-one Divine Scion · Yu couldn't pull it off.

And now he's been captured alive.

The reason for capturing him alive, of course, is that Holt and the others want to interrogate him.

You see, demons never reveal any information to exorcists; high-ranking demons can communicate, but that doesn't mean they will.

Facing exorcists, demons have always been fearless of death, fighting to the bitter end.

By contrast, this Divine Scion · Yu might actually spill something useful.

"You say you're the World-Ender's blood scion, his offspring?" Holt asked, "How many blood scion offspring like you are there?"

I don't care how you came here; I care how many others like you are still around.

Directly pointing to the key location.

"My brothers will tear you apart." The Divine Offspring·Desire looked at Holt, "Your bones will become my favorite toys."

As he spoke, his body began to swell, as if he wanted to self-destruct?

Even two divine weapons couldn't stop it.

"You only dare to whip corpses?"

The sound that made the Divine Offspring·Desire palpitate came from above; a foot replaced the sky, crushing the Divine Offspring·Desire's skull.

His clapping body quickly withered.

"Very good, this operation was perfectly successful."

Feeling the increased merit power, Tang Luo declared this operation perfectly concluded.