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Chapter 561: Chapter 437: Let’s Get Moving, Kill Her (Third Update, 10,700 Words!

Asking for Monthly Tickets!) Chapter 561: Chapter 437: Let’s Get Moving, Kill Her (Third Update, 10,700 Words!

Asking for Monthly Tickets!) Aiwass did nothing else.

Whether to report to Bishop Mathers that he was safe, or to look for the Grand Guardian, who might still be using the “Eye of Avalon” to search for Isabel’s whereabouts, or to find the trace of Countess Emma who had disappeared out of thin air, or even to inquire Isabel about what had happened…

As for what madness he had committed last night, Aiwass had ceased to care.

The first thing Aiwass did after returning to the Hall of Silver and Tin was to find Ligeia, briefly explain what had just happened, and hand over Isabel, who was in the form of “Yulia,” to her.

“Rest assured, kid!

With me watching, nothing can go wrong.”

Ligeia also squinted her eyes slightly and said decisively, “Go ahead and do whatever you want!

“If you need help, come back and find me anytime!”

It implied that he didn’t need to worry about Emma’s status.

Kill her.

Even if it meant directly declaring war on Star Antimony, it didn’t matter.

If war began, she would be standing at the very front.

This world-class powerhouse, close to a hundred years old, who had dedicated her life to the cause of peace, was now truly angered by the despicable actions of Star Antimony’s people.

Yet she did not propose for Aiwass to protect Isabel while she personally took action to kill Emma.

That of course, would have had a higher success rate—Emma could not possibly defeat Ligeia, no matter the circumstances.

Even though both were at the Fifth Power Level, there were still gaps between those at the same Power Level.

The gap between individuals at the Fifth Power Level could even be greater than that from the Fourth Power Level to the First Power Level.

If her “father” were to come, Ligeia might have been slightly wary, but to deal with Emma, Ligeia didn’t even need to summon the Scepter and Crown; just the Dragon Blood Order Curse was sufficient to kill her.

But Ligeia knew Aiwass would never agree to it.

Although Aiwass did not seem angry—his skin did not turn red due to excitement, and his face did not become ferocious from hatred.

His body was relaxed, his hands naturally hanging at his sides.

His neat clothes were not out of order, even his bow tie was tied perfectly.

His voice was calm and gentle; his eyes clear and bright.

He seemed more like someone about to give a speech or to sing praises to Candle Master solemnly in a chapel.

However, Ligeia knew with absolute clarity—Aiwass was going to kill someone.

This elegant man had been thoroughly enraged.

Ligeia had never felt such a clear and calm intent to kill emanating from Aiwass.

It was not simply about wanting to murder someone.

It was more like fulfilling a certain job.

Just as a storm descends and floodwaters rise, he had to kill the other party, inevitable as a natural disaster, rightly so.

Though Ligeia had no children, she had been married.

She’s lived for many years, playing the fool usually, but she wasn’t truly a fool.

She understood men.

At this juncture, she would not be pretentious and intervene as an elder out of false wisdom.

She would provide Aiwass with the utmost respect and support.

Aiwass nodded, then earnestly proceeded to his bedroom, putting on all the equipment he hadn’t taken with him.

Luckily, he had made the preparations the night before, Aiwass thought.

That way, it wouldn’t delay his plans to kill someone.

He also took another Ritual Dagger and tied a string around it to wear as a necklace, hanging it directly in front of his chest.

From afar, it looked like a shining cross.

Only…

After Aiwass left, Ligeia looked at “Yulia” and asked in a low voice, “Why don’t you change back?”

—Was it fear that made you forget earlier?

This was the insinuation she left unsaid at the end of her words.

But Isabel simply shook her head.

“Aiwass going to kill Emma will inevitably lead to war.

“But if war comes, Avalon will not be the one who is declared war upon—we have nothing to explain or argue for.

We are the more outraged party.

“If there must be a war between Avalon and Star Antimony, it must be initiated by me.

It cannot be because Aiwass killed Emma, but because Emma tried to lay a hand on me.”

Even though the facts indeed were so, Isabel had already been safely rescued by Aiwass.

“Not many will know what happened earlier.

I transformed into Yulia and was attacked, which then sparked a war.

That might bring trouble and criticism for Yulia.”

Isabel spoke calmly, “Moreover, the previous events were too convoluted and complicated, not conducive to public dissemination and understanding.

Audiences crave a simpler story, one that can stir their emotions and is also comprehensible to the uneducated.

“Therefore, I need to stage another act.

And I shall be the actress—this is why I haven’t ‘unmasked’ myself.

“I think Aiwass must have guessed as much.

That’s why he left me in your care.”

Her reasoning was clear; her thoughts lucid.

She felt her mind had never been as alert as it was at this moment…

This was the first time Isabel was trying to execute strategies that could be classified as ‘schemes’ by her own volition.

Even if its purpose was this simple, the means this crude…

But at least it was the first script written by Isabel’s own will.

Isabel earnestly inquired of Ligeia, “Can you protect me?

Even under attack, ambush, and manipulation by Emma, can you keep me safe?”

Standing taller than the diminutive dragonkin girl, Ligeia simply laughed with abandon.

She said without hesitation and with nonchalance, “Of course…”

Ligeia paused here and suddenly laughed, “Ah, looks like you don’t have to rush off to the scene anymore.

“—They’re here.

Quite the prompt guests.”

Ligeia’s brows furrowed slightly, but her youthful face exuded authority.

“Come, let’s go out and see,” she said softly.

And at this very moment, Aiwass hadn’t even left the Hall of Silver and Tin—he was only passing through the Round Table Hall, when the howling of a storm reached them from outside.

The storm was raging outside the Hall of Silver and Tin.

Sensing hostility, the gryphons on the Gryphon Bridge took flight, attempting to intercept.

However, within the storm stirred up by Philip, he forcefully tore through the storm’s web along with the Great Guardian and a somewhat unfamiliar demon presence, and without any hesitation, they stormed into the Hall of Silver and Tin!

Aiwass stopped on the glass steps, looking up.

From a distance, Philip shouted a warning, “Aiwass, George and I might be under control…

but even so, I have to stand with George, sorry…”

Then, he was suddenly whipped.

After letting out a low growl, he instantly lost both consciousness and the ability to speak.

“I know, it’s not your fault.”

Aiwass said calmly, “Emma is one thing…

but against a true Fifth Power Level succubus, the Great Guardian definitely couldn’t hold out.”

He lifted his left hand slightly.

With a blue array shining, the Book of Law floated above his palm, appearing out of thin air.

He looked at the demon embracing George.

With just a glance, Aiwass felt his soul tremble at the astonishing beauty.

Her skin was an intoxicating shade of red, and she had a pair of bat-like wings on her back.

She had silver-white curly hair that reached down to her thighs.

Delicate little goat horns and a tail that looked like a scorpion’s, yet also like a lion’s.

Her body was bare, save for a long silver-white snake that coiled around her.

It served as underwear, rope, and shackles all at once, covering the insignificant parts while leaving the essential areas completely exposed.

Her irises were pink, while her pupils were a lusterless black.

Her wrists dangled with crimson thorns that looked like chains or perhaps whips.

She was a demon at least three times more beautiful than Emma, with an entirely different appearance.

The controller of the “Lust” brand, the Fallen Celestial Marshal’s cherished concubine.

A Superior Phantom, on the same level as the Night Fiend and the Penalty Demon.

—The true “Succubus.”

As soon as she appeared, she looked at Aiwass with a gaze full of fervent devotion.

The Great Guardian was half-naked from the waist up, with several pink whip marks on his back that glowed with a pink light as he breathed.

His pupils were completely devoid of gloss, standing like a puppet in front of the succubus, expressionlessly staring at Aiwass.

This was entirely different from the previous mild “Charm” and “Suggestion.”

Whipped by this lash, one would offer complete loyalty.

Aiwass, standing on the glass steps, sighed, “I didn’t expect that you would dare attack the Hall of Silver and Tin directly.”

“Why wouldn’t I?

I am not her.”

The succubus chuckled coquettishly, her voice soft and entirely different from Emma’s, “Emma wouldn’t dare, but what does that have to do with me?

“She serves her ‘father,’ and I only seek to please myself—”

Aiwass understood.

The succubus meant that it wouldn’t matter if a war broke out because of this.

She was not the Son of the Moon, not a Star Antimony, and she lacked the deep affection that comes with being a direct descendent of the Son of the Moon.

On the contrary, the succubus harbored a hatred towards the Red Chancellor—a hatred stemming from being sealed within Emma for a long time, never truly being able to hatch.

Without killing Emma, she could never emerge.@@novelbin@@

She was eager to bring disaster upon Star Antimony, to exact revenge on the “Red Chancellor” who sealed her away and kept Emma in a stable state.

“You don’t have a personal demon yet, do you?”

The Succubus looked at Aiwass with earnest, holding her own breasts with one hand, her face breaking into a radiant smile, “How about accepting me…

What do you say?

“After all, it was your blood that awakened me…

My master, my beloved.

You are my father, my savior, my lover…”

The Succubus’s eyes were brimming with tears, emotion swelling, yet it seemed somewhat affected due to the excess.

She reached out to Aiwass as if singing an opera, “When I awoke, I remembered who it was that awakened me.

I struggled through so much hardship, and finally persuaded her to let me out…

I came to find you.

“I swear on the Fallen Celestial Marshal, I came to make a pact with you…

as long as you are willing to bestow upon me that sacred blood…”

The Succubus’s voice became enticing, “I will never be your enemy…”

Even if it was just her voice, it was enough to bewitch the soul.

But Aiwass remained silent.

He simply extended his right hand and tightly gripped the ritual dagger before him.

Blood seeped from between his fingers.

His gaze turned compassionate as the Book of Law he held in his left hand began to turn pages swiftly on its own.

“I see,” Aiwass said softly, “I understand.”

“Does that mean—”

“—I told you before, I would give you a Tarot card.”

Aiwass said calmly, “Even though it seems the subject has changed, the promise is still valid.

“However…

I must first offer my sincere confession to the Candle Master.

Because I’m afraid I’m going to disrupt His ceremony.”

After Aiwass spoke, the crow perched on his shoulder suddenly opened its eyes, its blood-red, gem-like pupils filled with intense malice and intent to kill as they looked upon the Succubus.

It shattered instantly, countless black feathers scattering like phantoms, and the sun, shortly after noon, was abruptly replaced with a blood night.

Chaos and fear spread like dark clouds over the entire Glass Island.

The clear waters turned to blood without warning.

A fine blood rain began to fall from the sky.

The Night Fiend, like a broken doll, stood before Aiwass.

“I have long remembered this vendetta,”

Vinesse voiced a hollow sound filled with malice, “No matter if you are her or not…

just pay her debt in her stead.”

And the Succubus was momentarily taken aback, “A Night Fiend?”

The Countess Emma did not recognize the “crow,” but the Succubus surely knew her own fellow Upper-Level Demon.

But soon, the Succubus’s expression changed drastically, “Sixth Power Level?

How is that possible—”

“Be careful, Vinesse.

Don’t kill George and Philip.”

Aiwass interrupted the Succubus, “Go ahead…

kill her.”