Midnight had arrived.

The night was cold.

The area around Isirid was covered in a poisonous, odorless, and colorless gas.

Isirid was reciting some incomprehensible words, after which the eyes of the white snake biting the gem on his wand glowed red.

The whirlpool of dark energy surrounding the demonic remains attached to the bells was dispersing after the sinister laughter of the abyssal fetus that had been born was heard.

Isirid was focused. She knew that even an incomplete abyssal summoning was dangerous.

"You are a beautiful girl, but you are also an impure and lustful woman, ha ha ha." An elderly voice came from a silhouette barely visible due to the last remnants of the dark and deep energy of the vortex.

Isirid's hand trembled. The being in front of her was tyrannically superior and sinister. In her mind, she could not find a way to defeat it, yet she did not plan to give up.

••••

Heavy breathing. Selef had cuts on different parts of his body, yet he still kept his distance, and although the laughter he heard coming from the abyssal summoning was terrifying, it did not make such a big impression on him, because he had heard the voice of the mysterious being who had ended the existence of the real Mart and the voice of the master of the author of the book "Demonic Hearts." For Selef, there was a big difference between the two voices and the laughter of the abyssal being.

"Wouldn't it be better to die quickly?" Raden asked in a malicious and mocking tone.

At that moment, Selef sensed the presence of the incomplete abyssal summoning that appeared in front of Isirid.

"That thing is strong. I don't even recognize the type of energy it possesses, but I can still feel it. That being is too dangerous," thought Selef, who sighed as he held his demonic staff with both hands, then made a "fire ghost" appear in the air.

Selef had applied the basic knowledge of summoning demonic spirits that Dervec had taught them.

Raden sensed an inexplicable threat, frowned, and leaped toward Selef.

Selef struck the ground with the base of his demonic staff, and then all the demonic stones that Selef had scattered around the forest glowed.

A huge white demonic diagram appeared over the entire surface of the forest area.

Selef smiled confidently without moving as he watched the sinister sword descend menacingly toward him.

Bang!

••••

A deafening sound and an enormous column of white light rose up, momentarily dispersing the clouds and allowing the starry sky and moon to be seen.

Everyone on Marrac Mountain witnessed the power of that demonic spell.

...

Isirid was close to the explosion, her heart fluttered briefly, but she did not let her guard down, especially since she trusted Selef.

"Hehehe, your heart raced, young lady. Could it be that the cause of your impurity caused such a scene?" asked an eyeless baby lying in the arms of an eyeless old woman wearing a tattered black robe in an elderly voice.

The baby played with an eyeball in its hands, with which it could see Isirid. The eyeball had strands of flesh, veins, and nerves on one side.

The old woman took the eye from the baby's hands and said in an evil old voice:

"Perhaps we should go take a look, ha ha ha."

••••

Senjar used his demonic perception to sense the allies and enemies near the areas where the two abyssal summons appeared. In the end, he chose to support the place where there were fewer allied demons, so he headed towards the site of the explosion after eliminating all the abominable beings in the vicinity and leaving the students in a relatively safe place, since at that moment there was no area on Marrac Mountain that was truly safe.

...

Professor Bensac was planning to go to a place where other professors were gathered, but a demon with long black hair covering its face appeared before him.

The demon that had appeared had very pale white skin, wore a black wizard's robe with purple and green trimmings, and carried in his left hand a staff made of vertebrae, at the top of which was a skull with red tears sliding from its empty eye sockets and a black demonic sphere in its jaw.

The demonic staff in the hands of the demon who had appeared was a staff named "Badomen."

"A necromancer demon. Do you think you can defeat me?" Bensac Terer asked in a firm voice.

"I have not come to defeat you. I have only come to stop you long enough to achieve our goals," said the necromancer demon in a guttural voice.

...

Professor Ilcia appeared with some students at the place where Professor Dervec Sej was standing with Professor Behet and other students. They had killed the abominable creatures that had been attacking them.

Professor Ilcia's expression was complicated.

"Calm down. There's no point in dying needlessly," said Dervec in a firm voice as he kept a close eye on the direction from which the abyssal fetus was approaching.

"Can we stop it?" asked Ilcia, somewhat nervously.

Professor Behet was also nervous, and the students were even more so.

"Professor Ilcia, Professor Behet, you protect the students. Realistically, only Professor Bensac or Executive Senjar would be able to contain that thing until its summoning time expires, and even then, they wouldn't come out unscathed," replied Dervec, a demonic dagger in his hand.

••••

"It's my misfortune, it's my misfortune. I'm so sad," said the Herald after appearing in front of Senjar.

"Herald!" Senjar said defiantly as he dropped an empty container that had contained a demonic potion.

"It seems that my fortune and that of the Sevecs are intertwined. It's so sad. I am in debt because of your grandson-nephew. It is so sad. I will have to do a good job here. -said the Herald in a feigned sad voice.

Senjar did not let his guard down. He knew he was at a disadvantage because he had lost an arm, and he also knew that the Herald was a mercenary of great reputation.

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