Chapter 73: Better to Be My Apostle

Ai Meng Ni Si's bone wings suddenly unfurled, kicking up a foul-smelling gale. It sneered, its black claws flashing with cold light, sweeping fiercely at Yu Lin.

"Die!"

The claws tore the air, emitting a sharp whistle, aiming straight for Yu Lin's waist and abdomen!

As if trying to cleave him in half at the waist!

Yu Lin stood rooted, motionless, as if frightened stupid.

"Saint!" AiHuade's eyes nearly burst; he wanted to rush forward, but the Magic Array's power held him down, unable to lift a finger.

Lan Luo and Ke Laixi were likewise immobilized, forced to watch helplessly as the deadly claws closed in on Yu Lin.

Clang!

A tremendous metallic crash suddenly exploded!

Ai Meng Ni Si's claws slammed hard into Yu Lin, only to strike as if hitting an invisible iron wall!

Clang!

The broken claws fell to the ground, emitting a clear sound.

"How, how, how is this possible?!" Ai Meng Ni Si stared at its severed claw, then at Yu Lin, whose whole body had turned gold, its black eyes filled with disbelief.

Yu Lin's golden skin glowed in the dim room, dispelling the darkness entirely, a warm feeling enveloping AiHuade and the two behind him.

He bent down to pick up the broken claw, and all that was heard was him saying:

"Who told you I only have God's protection? Besides, dealing with you doesn't require this."

"Now, feel the power of the Buddha properly!"

Having said that.

Having turned into a golden figure, Yu Lin strode toward Ai Meng Ni Si without waiting for its reaction.

Pfft!

The claw it had intended to cleave Yu Lin at the waist instead plunged straight into its own eye socket!

"Aaah......"

Just as Ai Meng Ni Si was about to howl in pain, Yu Lin punched it, driving the howl back!

Boom!

Another Downward Sweep Leg toppled the towering Ai Meng Ni Si to the ground, followed by a barrage of punches so fast they blurred!

Watching from behind, AiHuade and the two others were stunned.

A demon of this level can be beaten like this?!

The Saint truly lives up to being a Saint!

AiHuade stepped forward, pulled out his Finger Claws from his pocket, and handed them to Yu Lin:

"Saint, these are blessed Finger Claws; please use them."

"They pack a lot of power."

Yu Lin shook off the blood on his hands, lifted his head, and smiled as he said:

"Okay, thanks."

"Stand back, don't get blood on you."

"Yes!" AiHuade felt deeply moved.

Even in this situation he thought of him getting blood on him—no wonder others call him a Saint! Truly benevolent!

I don't even know how long the fight lasted.

Until Yu Lin felt it was enough, Ai Meng Ni Si on the ground had turned into a puddle of mud; only then did he lift its head:

"Where did their souls go?"

Ai Meng Ni Si, now utterly devoid of any will to resist, replied weakly:

"I ate, I ate them, I ate them a few days ago."

"Huh?! Spit them out."

"Can't, can't spit them out."

"Can't spit them out? Then I haven't beaten you enough."

Bang!

Yu Lin threw another punch at its belly.

"Ah!"

Ai Meng Ni Si's face twisted in pain, gritting its teeth: "Buddha, Buddha isn't compassion supposed to be merciful? Your actions violate mercy!"

"Give me a quick end, I'm begging you!"

"Mercy?" Yu Lin held its head, locking eyes, baring his white teeth:

"I'm not the Buddha; what does mercy have to do with me?"

"Alright, I'll give you one last chance."

"Spit them out, or die?"

Ai Meng Ni Si's heart filled with utter despair, it frantically called out to its king, hoping for a response.

But there was no reply at all, as if it had been abandoned!

Damn it!

Ai Meng Ni Si didn't want to die here, not by Yu Lin's hand, and immediately replied:

"Fine, I'll spit them out!"

"But you have to let me go first!"

"Sure." Yu Lin released it, letting it fall to the ground.

Start.

Ai Meng Ni Si lowered her head, her body gradually returning to its original girlish form, she covered her mouth and retched.

But it was just dry heaving; nothing came out.

Just as Yu Lin thought it was stalling for time, wanting to give it another punch.

Pfft!

Ai Meng Ni Si spat out a large pool of black liquid!

This black liquid had no smell at all, merely spreading like a shadow, forming a small area ahead.

The next moment.

A figure emerged from within.

That was a man of beauty bordering on the demonic.

His skin was pale as cold moon, glowing with a pearlescent luster; his features like the most perfect sculpture, every line exuding deadly elegance.

His vertical pupils were a dull gold, cold and mysterious like a snake's, with a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips.

His waist-length hair showed a strange gold-and-silver weave; a noble robe with dark-pattern embroidery clung to his slender frame, its collar and cuffs adorned with intricate floral patterns.

Ai Meng Ni Si looked at him, opened her mouth, wanting to say something:

You..........

Hmph, useless.

The man gave Ai Meng Ni Si a light glance, and it instantly exploded into a cloud of black mist!

It finally dissipated into the air, as if it had never existed!

Only the girl lay on the ground.

Moreover, there were three souls.

The man waved his hand, and the three souls returned to the bodies of the Luen Family, their wounds healing at a visible speed until fully healed.

All right.

The man clapped his hands, looked up and met Yu Lin's eyes, gave a slight bow, appearing quite gentlemanly:

Hello, Yu Lin.

Hearing his words, it seemed he knew Yu Lin.

But Yu Lin was quite certain he had never met this man before!

Judging by the man's methods and Ai Meng Ni Si's respectful attitude, he might very well be one of Hell's kings!

"Who are you?" Yu Lin asked directly.

The man did not answer right away.

Instead, he snapped his fingers.

Snap!

The crisp snap echoed in the air.

In an instant, the space behind the man shattered like glass, darkness and light intertwining; a huge shadow slowly emerged behind him—a throne forged from obsidian and lava, its surface flowing with dark-gold patterns, as if the deepest fires of Hell flowed within.

Behind him, six pairs of light-wing apparitions appeared, each wing like purest crystal yet stained with deep shadow, the boundary between light and dark blurred at this moment.

At his feet, a blazing aura slowly rotated, ancient angelic runes flickering within, yet entwined by Hell's flames.

The man slightly raised his gaze, his gold vertical pupils locking onto Yu Lin, the corner of his mouth curling into a meaningful smile.

"Before..." his voice low and elegant, as if echoing history:

"They called me Lucifer."

As his words fell, the light wings behind him ignited with black flames, the patterns on the throne flaring crimson.

"And now..." he lightly raised his hand, fingertips tracing a burning trail through the air:

"They call me—"

"Satan."

"Yu Lin." He looked into Yu Lin's eyes, raised his hand and pointed at him:

"What, be an Apostle of the Holy Son?"

"Better yet, become my Apostle."