Torture the hero, why has the Demon King's castle collapsed again?

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"Then, it's time to put an end to it all—"

He looked at Shana, who was located at the center of the round tower and had no idea what was about to happen to her. A cruel pleasure flashed in his eyes as he muttered to himself, "Sana, it is your honor to die on this supreme masterpiece of black magic... If you have to blame someone, blame yourself for having such a brother."

He made a mistake during the hero's awakening ceremony that day, and it's time to correct it and get everything back on track.

"I will not allow a second monster to be born from my hands!!!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Lak activated the countless dark runes embedded in the tower wall the instant the resonance landed!

The goddess's resonance descends from the heavens, and the closer it touches the ground, the more indistinct its echoes become. This has become a subject that the chief magicians of the Round Tower have been keen to tackle. Only by continuously improving the inscriptions on the tower walls can the power of the goddess's resonance be preserved to the greatest extent.

Whatever Lak wants to do, it is essential to make the most of the goddess's power.

At this moment, the inscription lit up, but Lak had no worries about this step. He had already conquered this step a few years ago when he dealt with Mino. When this resonance power was transmitted down from the round tower, it would be completely preserved!

Lark raised his head and looked up at the spire. His dark brown pupils gradually expanded into rings, forming eerie ripples within his slightly grayish-white eyes.

“Under the Eye of Arcane Power, even the resonance of a goddess can be detected.”

He stretched out his withered hand, gazing at the ripples gradually forming above his head. The moment the resonance touched the inscription, he activated the "Twisted" spell!

Suddenly, a strange sound arose from the entire sky.

The pure white light that filled the entire sky suddenly pulsated, and a discordant note appeared in the peaceful and serene hymns that echoed across the earth.

The resonance of the blessing, which had lost its master's protective power, was enveloped, distorted, and heterogenized by the darkness of the round tower... eventually turning into a profound curse that even black magic could not touch, faintly emanating a dark aura, but quickly disappearing into nothingness like a venomous snake.

"It was a success, even more perfect than Mino's time..."

Lak's eyes flickered slightly.

At this point, if he allows this distorted resonance to enter Shana's body, as the layers of protection she receives increase, it will, like Mino, etch the most agonizing curse under the most dazzling light!

A normal hero would probably be crushed by the layers of curse power that accumulate in a short period of time during the process of applying the protection.

Even if the girl before him possessed a title for her achievements in evil and sin, and extraordinary power, in this further darkening resonance, there was only one possibility: she would be crushed into mincemeat.

But Lak was not satisfied with this and dared not gamble.

With a cold gaze, Lark opened the passageways to all the magic stone storage rooms on the ceremony platform. The magic stones, which were hidden in various parts of the round tower, were piled up on the pre-arranged transfer array and, along the links connecting to the inscriptions on the tower walls, were transmitted with the purest holy power.

This is a necessary step, and also the one most crucial to the lives of the brave, requiring rigorous testing and making it difficult to tamper with.

The energy channels transported by the eight magic stone storage rooms undergo the most rigorous calibration before being delivered to the inscriptions. If the purity of holy power in any channel differs from that in the others, the channel will be directly cut off, and the energy from the other channels will be used to correct the imbalance.

Therefore, unless Lak has the ability to corrupt the magic stones in multiple magic stone storage rooms simultaneously in a short period of time, it is impossible to completely cause the blessing ritual to mutate.

"If we can't pollute it, then let's create it!"

At this moment, Lak holds the destiny of the hero in his hands.

Countless pure holy power surged into the inscriptions, about to combine with the power of resonance to become the power to forge protection... Standing between them was the power of rules condensed by Lak on the inscriptions.

A plot twist!

Holy power reversed and collapsed at this moment, and profound demonic power arose invisibly, combining with the distorted resonance to become a poison in the darkness.

Even though Lark could no longer pinpoint the direction of the resonance, he could still sense it.

The power that fell into the body of the hero Shana will no longer be the "blessing" of the goddess... but a pitch-black "poison" that can devour a person into the abyss!

"Now, no one can save you, Shana!"

Chapter 275 Integrating Blessing! The Beginning of Pain!

"Oh! I can feel it! Power is flowing in!!!"

At the center of the round tower, Shana clenched her fists, her eyes sparkling as she looked at the radiant light refracting from the top of the tower.

She opened her arms, letting her cloak flutter behind her, and closed her eyes.

"Come!"

After layers of processing of the inscription, the strange ripples on the top of the tower swept towards the person, easily penetrating their skin and flesh, and merging into the torrent of their physical power.

The resonance at this moment possesses supreme power, and even the highest-level magic array in the royal palace cannot stop its penetration.

Shana's heart pounded, and the moment she suddenly felt the resonance waves surge in, the holy power within her body began to boil.

"Ugh! That hurts! Is this the ordeal I have to endure during the baptism of fire?! Come on, let me show you my dark will!!!"

Shana clenched her fist, her face contorted in obvious pain. She felt the holy power within her body surging with the spread of the ripples, almost to the point of going berserk and out of control.

Ouch... How can it hurt so much... Is it already this bad on the first level...? But I can't change my posture... Otherwise... I'll look too pathetic.

Shana bit her lip, trying to suppress the holy power within her body, but the resonant waves that entered her body were like a deadly poison, constantly causing changes in her body and showing no sign of calm.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch—!" Finally, Shana couldn't hold back any longer and knelt down on the ground.

"Hey!"

Raising her eyes, she finally couldn't help but speak to Lark on the stage not far away: "Chief Lark, isn't the power of this blessing a bit too strong? This is only the first level."

“You need to be patient, Shana, the hero.” Lak’s voice was warm and encouraging: “This is a normal reaction.”

"Once you get through this pain, you'll soon feel nothing... Trust me."

Normal... How is this normal? She almost fainted from the pain after just one ripple! Even the weakest hero couldn't be this defenseless!

Shana gritted her teeth, somewhat disbelieving, and wanted to question her, but suddenly, Shana's whole body shuddered and trembled violently as if she had a spasm.

Shana's eyes widened in surprise, and she looked down at her own body.

The ripples that caused the holy power to surge into the depths of the body, reaching the location of the hero's mark. But the next moment, with a pop, the ripples passed straight through the hero's mark... The ripples, containing power yet formless and intangible, could not even be blocked or sealed off by the hero's mark.

As if sinking into the darkness of her body, the ripple disappeared. Shana only felt that the power in her body was slightly fuller, but it was not the part that belonged to the holy power.

Is this considered normal?

Shana was stunned. According to Darkfrey's examination of her body, she felt that the divine ripples descended by the goddess seemed to have been completely absorbed by the magic hidden in another part of her body.

Are other heroes also protected in the same way?

Turning her head, she looked at the "kindness" and "expectation" on Lark's face, and swallowed the words she wanted to say.

In any case, just as Chief Lark said, the excruciating pain has disappeared.

—So, everything was exactly as the other party had predicted!

"Alright! Let's go again!" Shana clenched her fists, tilted her head back, and decided to trust this experienced elder without reservation!

A second ripple descended.

"Did she hold on? Well, she is, after all, that man's sister..."

On the stage, Lark looked down at the scale monitoring the resonance power within the hero's body. The light rose by one notch, indicating that the resonance energy within Shana's body had reached the level of the first layer of protection.

"Hehe, this is just the beginning." Lark wasn't flustered at all, and even felt a little amused:

"Soon, you will see what true hell is like—"

……

West gate.

Pages of the book transformed into magical fragments in mid-air, instantly condensing into beams of magical laser light that shot towards the man in front of the city gate.

The cold iron's gleam stirred up a storm of power on the spot.

One after another, sacred artifacts surrounded Tang Ke, flying around him with incredible agility as if they were alive, annihilating beams of laser light in mid-air.

Sword-shaped sacred artifacts, blade-shaped sacred artifacts, shield-shaped sacred artifacts, spear-shaped sacred artifacts...

"A tricky setup."

Swell immediately offered a rigorous analysis: "It seems that the Holy Church's combat system has made considerable progress over the past thousand years."

Its pages twitched slightly, and the next moment, before it could turn around, a page ripped off its body with a "sizzle," and a burst of intense magic erupted from its back, projecting the right arm of the giant book to block the holy dagger that pierced through the void.

"As expected of a former hero candidate, his combat talent is something even I need to be wary of."

Swell looked at the young pope, whose body was surging with powerful energy, and could only marvel at how humans, whether young or old, possessed their own unique strengths at different stages.

Although the pope's methods are still somewhat immature, he is already able to simultaneously activate more than a dozen holy artifacts to attack, which poses a certain threat to demons of the Great Demon level.

"However, he is only a newly appointed Holy Body of the Artifact and Pope. If it were Migo and Lord Fim, they should be able to defeat him with some time..."

Swell, after all, was a great demon who had lived for nearly a thousand years, and he quickly realized that Tonk's power was still immature.

Unfortunately, being able to calculate it doesn't mean you can solve it.

"The wounds inflicted by that hero have not yet healed. To defeat Tang Ke without any risk... I don't have the strength."

Swell recalled the terrifying, legendary sword technique from that night, and felt a tearing pain shooting through the book from somewhere:

"This has really caused me quite a bit of trouble."

However, Swir did not show any urgency; instead, he floated steadily in the air.

Although the speed at which these humans appeared exceeded its calculations, it ultimately succeeded in dispersing human combat power.

"Although the commotion wasn't amplified further, the other city gates... should have also welcomed powerful human beings, which will create a loophole in the blessing ritual... Now, it's up to Lady Kletina."

Swell turned his head and suddenly looked in a certain direction, as if sensing something.

"Is the fighting over there too intense?"

……

North city gate.

Solid ice shattered on the ground, and the terrifying cold covered the entire city wall with a layer of icy marks resembling ivy; the chill almost froze the air.

boom--!

A deafening crash came from one point in the air.

The soldiers on the city wall stared in horror at the incomprehensible scene.

They couldn't see how terrifying mental power the horned demon had gathered in that attack, which even cracked the air, nor could they see how terrifying the cold aura emanating from the Holy Maiden was, as if time itself had frozen.

Looking at the two facing off in the arena, one could sense not a chill, but rather a fiery temper!

Chapter 276 Daydream, Frozen Memories