160 086. Ruppel Olfolse -4 Part Two

Ruppel’s eyes caught the sight of the gushing stream of divinity. A truly vast quantity of divinity was gathering in the palace. So vast, in fact, the gathering divinity swallowed up all the demonic energy Ruppel had emitted so far, and it was still able to spread out to the surrounding air without any hindrance whatsoever.

Just breathing alone made Ruppel feel that his lungs were burning away.

He couldn’t accurately figure out the location of the source of all that divinity. However, it was clear that somewhere within that palace, a large-scale divine magic was about to be activated.

“Insane son of a…!”

Goosebumps broke out all over Ruppel’s skin.

No matter how he cut it, the speed of divinity gathering up was just too quick. Could it be the sword king? No, it couldn’t be.

Maybe it was White Olfolse? But that couldn’t be it either.

Those two were physical-type warriors, after all. They wouldn’t do something as cumbersome as hiding away to gather extra divinity.

He was fairly confident of pulling it off, too.

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It was the same tactic he used six years ago back in the Theocratic Empire’s imperial palace, after all. Sure, Count Fomor did lend a helping hand back then, but Ruppel still managed to safely escape from the palace in the end.

That act alone was enough to deeply enrage White and ridicule the Theocratic Empire. He believed that he’d get to experience the same electrifying thrill he felt back then after successfully pulling off today’s feat.

Abducting the Third Imperial Prince should have been a far easier task than what he did back in the empire. But now, this…

‘Dammit, just what were the spies doing all this time?! Why couldn’t they have relayed the information of such a monster’s existence beforehand?!’

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Ruppel screamed inside his head.

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He realised that now wasn’t the time to fool around with a bunch of livestock. Indeed, he needed to escape from here immediately.

Ruppel cast his gaze to the ground. A portion of the blood swirling like a tornado around him scattered on the ground, creating rune letters.

He was planning to inscribe a warp magic circle taught to him by Count Timong.

Ruppel urgently leapt back to dodge. But his body was impaled by daggers connected to steel chains. The short but sharp blades dug deeply into his flesh; the hashashins were responsible for this round of attack, and they began pulling at the chains connected to the daggers.

Ruppel’s body staggered. His current body was a temporary housing put together without much care, and as such, he couldn’t exert much strength at all.

But he still managed to gather enough demonic energy to summon more streams of blood, severing the chains binding him. However, he had to frown during the process.

The flow of demonic energy wasn’t natural. No, it was quite unstable, actually. Ruppel cast his gaze at the world tree, and then at the royal palace.

‘How irritating!’

Mana oozed out from the world tree as divinity was gathering all around the palace itself – these two things were combining to create a disadvantageous situation for him right now.

The streams of blood continued to swirl madly around him in protective layers.

“Seriously, you are all so bloody annoying!”