Amber Sword

Messika let out a furious roar. It instantly felt mocked, as a mere rat repeatedly escaped from its grasp. It thought if it couldn’t handle this small creature, it would surely become the laughing stock of other Demon Kings. It lost all patience, raised its claw — without needing any spells or casting rituals — dark magic power surged from its body.

Brand and Char immediately felt their bodies unable to move.

Demon Spell: Binding!

This spell could immobilize an opponent of equal rank for a second, not to mention being used by Messika against these two novices. If it so wished, Brand and Char would likely not be able to move a finger for half an hour.

Clearly, the King of Chaos thought the same—

It beckoned, and a force seemed to emerge from the void, pulling Brand and Char before it. Messika had a face full of arrogance, as if expecting to see fear on Brand’s face: "You are truly overestimating yourselves. Next, I’ll let you savor the taste worse than death, to show you foolish humans the consequence of defying me—"

Toying with hearts and spreading fear is the nature of demons, and their source of joy. Messika could almost foresee the trembling figure gripped in its claws.

But it was quickly disappointed.

Brand’s eyes held only blazing anger, without a trace of fear. Antitina’s death had almost pushed him to the brink of madness, and he felt a part of the dark strength within him stirring restlessly.

The frenzy burned like a venomous snake scorching his spirit.

He coldly stared at the foolish Demon King, replying icily: "The one worse off than death is you, Messika."

At this point, Delphire had already circled behind the Demon King.

Messika had long noticed the human girl, but it could completely sense that Delphire had no real strength, just an ordinary human, so it paid her no heed.

Although it didn’t turn around, it still ’saw’ the little girl nervously pulling out a Demon Bracelet. Messika found it amusing—the ridiculous pest actually intended to use such a thing to bind it? It must be known that it was a true Hell Demon King, not only would it not be constrained by this low-level item, but it could influence the holder in return.

Messika decided to stop its action, waiting for the human girl to make such a beginner’s mistake. It would turn her into its slave and spoils of war, and soon those rats would have a show to watch.

Thinking cruel thoughts, the terrifying Demon Lord couldn’t help but let out a dreadful grin.

It ’saw’ Delphire indeed raise the Demon Bracelet. Although its back faced the Countess, its face still showed a sly smile.

But it quickly stopped smiling.

Brand coldly sneered at the fool, fully aware of the opponent’s intentions. He had long calculated this. It’s the demons’ vile nature to find joy in the misfortune of mortals; habits are hard to change, and they would never easily abandon this degenerate tendency.

Besides, for Messika at present, there seemed to be nothing to worry about.

It’s widely known that in the River of Sulfur, aside from those inferior low-level demons, upper demons are divided into many different types, followed by Demon Lords, then the Kings of each realm—Messika being one of them.

The relationship between upper demons and Demon Lords is somewhat akin to knights and lords, while the relationship between Demon Lords and Hell Demon Kings is like lords and kings. Of course, demons don’t have as strict a hierarchy as the human world, but becoming a King is by no means easy.

Those who become Kings have emerged from tens of thousands of years of slaughter, from mountains of corpses and seas of blood, the elite, although the strength among Kings varies, it’s at least at the Extreme Realm.

Such strength before a few insignificant humans is really nothing to fear.

Just like Messika never expected Brand’s next move—Brand took no action, but the binding status wasn’t a silent state, he could at least speak, he could shout. As Delphire raised the Demon Bracelet, Brand suddenly cried out: