Bang!

The entrance to the pit exploded, a thin, pale hand emerged, and a young-looking man with platinum hair and almost grayish white skin, dressed in a tattered tunic and a useless hood, emerged from the destroyed rubble.

The surroundings were dark and gloomy, with a hint of dampness. The man extended his demonic perception to understand exactly where he was.

"It's a shame you didn't accept the pact. But I'll be able to use your body for a year before it deteriorates again. You didn't even realize that I was keeping you alive to take control of your dead body. Ha ha ha, stupid human blinded by worthless feelings. The dead are dead. Now I want to fight and kill. But I want to face someone worthwhile before this body rots away completely."

The False Edmund walked toward one of the most fragile walls, infusing his fist with an ominous demonic energy that seemed to make the air scream as his fist moved swiftly toward the wall.

Bang!

The wall broke, and before False Edmund appeared the second floor of the prison.

In the cells he could see, there were humans and demons.

False Edmund spread his hands over his head, and with his presence, he blew open the cell doors.

"Face me or die! Miserable beings! Ha ha ha."

...

At that moment, a Crackling on the first floor of the Red Rock prison immediately requested reinforcements.

The instant the Crackling sensed the tyrannical power unknown to him, he deduced, without caring if he was wrong, that a prisoner on the third or fourth floor had escaped.

...

Several minutes after receiving the report from Crackling.

Founder Ivan Biretel arrived at the prison accompanied by two uniformed officers.

Ivan took off an imposing black fur coat, handed it to one of the officers, and then headed for the source of the powerful energy.

Ivan, dressed only in a white sweater, gray pants, and black boots, descended to the second floor without hesitation.

The moment Ivan reached the second floor of the prison, he saw a rolling head. It was the head of a demon who seemed to be very surprised before dying.

All around were the bodies of dead and mutilated prisoners, some of them almost unrecognizable.

In the center of that second floor was the False Edmund, who smiled when he saw Ivan arrive.

"Finally, a worthy opponent! Let's see who is stronger," said the False Edmund in an enthusiastic voice full of evil.

Ivan didn't even ask what had happened to Edmund, he just assumed he was dead and that nothing else mattered except ending the threat that had arisen.

Ivan clenched his left fist with his right hand and his fingers cracked, then he did the same to crack the fingers of his right hand.

Ivan's powerful presence became noticeable and the aura of a mighty warrior covered his body.

Ivan leaped into the air, a dark blue aura surrounding his right fist, and attacked, hoping to deliver a decisive blow.

The False Edmund just smiled and accepted the challenge.

As Ivan's fist fell, the False Edmund's fist was covered with an ominous demonic energy.

Bang!

Both fists struck each other.

Ivan struck with a downward punch powered by his own downward movement.

The False Edmund struck Ivan's fist with his own fist.

The impact of both blows caused a powerful and thunderous shockwave.

The ground beneath False Edmund's feet cracked within a radius of more than 100 meters.

The prison had a sturdy structure, and although it suppressed the amount of mana or demonic energy that prisoners could use, that was not because its structure was weak. The place had been built to be prepared for any unforeseen event.

Anywhere else, the power of the impact produced by the collision of the two forces would have been capable of destroying an entire city.

Proof of the effect of the force exerted by the two was the bodies of some of the dead, transformed into bloody and dirty pulp upon impact with the prison walls.

"Yes, this is what I'm talking about; this is how a fight should be; ha ha ha; come closer, let's be the authors of a bloody battle."

Ivan's fist trembled, yet his gaze was fierce; he was a powerful and experienced warrior, so his instincts told him that the odds were against him.

"So that's the projection of the demon whose information is restricted by a mana oath to all those who do not possess power equivalent to the seventh circle of mana. It's an abomination. That means the real prisoner must be a calamity almost impossible to contain," Ivan rambled, watching the enemy's every move. It had been a long time since he considered himself weak, and the current situation reminded him of those days.

"Ha ha ha, let's continue the fun!" exclaimed the False Edmund as he ran towards Ivan.

As a founding member, Ivan did not back down. He only sharpened his senses and ran toward the enemy to continue the battle.

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Bang!

Bang!

Bang!...

The prison kept shaking, as if it could collapse at any moment, or so thought the officers and the Crackling, who were on the first floor.

The prisoners on the first floor were also frightened, because even though they were serving life sentences, many of them had not lost hope of being free as long as they were alive.

Bang!

The last explosion was so loud that the vibration it caused made some prisoners vomit.

The Crackling and the two officers accompanying Ivan swallowed hard, not out of fear, but because of the tension of the moment.

"What should we do?" asked one of the average-looking officers, who was wearing a uniform covered by a thick mountain wolf skin coat, but whose presence was that of a warrior in the sixth spiritual core.

The Crackling, who wore a hood and black robe that emitted a grayish miasma, analyzed the situation as he tried to understand how it was possible that a founder of Inquisiderian could be defeated.

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