Chapter 11

Translator: Exodus Tales

Editor: Exodus Tales

“…”

“…”

The dreaded silence.

As Fang Zheng looked at this demon girl before him, Maghda looked back without a word. A while later, she let out a cold chuckle.

“Seems like it’s just a little mouse that went in the wrong hole. Looks like you have quite rotten luck.”

Damn it!

Fang Zheng cursed to himself as he looked around. His situation was extremely bad, with the left side of his shoulder burning a fiery pain, and the rest of his body covered in injuries. It could be said that he had barely any strength left in him, and yet he was in a great, wide hall with no place for him to hide or take cover behind. Putting aside the cultists numbering in the dozens, there was still a boss monster staring at him.

Why the hell was he in a boss fight when he was just looking for stuff?

The levels just jumped all the way to the showdown fight!

Fang Zheng’s face was tense and uncertain, but before he could come up with a solution for the trouble before him, the face of the floating demon girl changed.

“I feel a mysterious surge of power you hold. I see… Give me what you hold in your hand!”

The demon girl raised her voice at the last word, making Fang Zheng feel as if his ears were ringing after hearing countless gongs being hit at once. His eyes dizzied as he struggled to form words, to no avail. The body that he pulled back up from the ground fell again as if being pushed into a kneeling position.

“Seize him and hand what he holds to me!”

Maghda had no intention to waste time with Fang Zheng. In her eyes, this guy was just a militia, and while she had curiosity regarding why a militia had appeared before her, she had no cause to care much for ants like these, especially not in this world of Diablo. The cultists themselves walked over after the command. In their eyes, a heavily injured militia who couldn’t even move was of no threat at all.

“Haah… Haah…”

Gripping Frostmourne, Fang Zheng continued kneeling on the ground, panting. His brain was buzzing, and everything he was seeing was a simple blur; all those cultists were just black figures moving about.

Was he about to die here?

As he endured the burning pain in his lungs, each breath Fang Zheng took seemed to ignite even hotter flames within his chest. Raising his head, he saw the blurry figures approach. He couldn’t even see clearly what the status of these cultists was, but he knew that there was no way he could fight back against a number this large.

And so, only one option was available.

With that thought, he held onto his sword tightly.

As the cultists approached, a cold wind surged.

“…!”

The cold took over the bodies of the cultists in that instant, without them noticing in the slightest. They only continued their movements but realized that their bodies seemed to have been frozen on the spot. Soon, their skin started frosting in patches of white, and the life within their eyes extinguished.

“What is this?!”

Seeing this scene, Maghda herself was taken aback as she quickly raised her hands. What followed was a blood-red magic circle formation appearing beside her. A ray of half-transparent red light covered her in the form of a barrier. But even so, the cold air continued flying onward, taking the flame of the torches as well, extinguishing the light source.

Everything fell into silence.

“Gh…”

What was this strength?

Magda was wiping blood from her lips as she looked forward. She thought this man to be a common militia, but what just took place was enough for her to doubt herself. She seemed to feel a power of immense strength, filled with death and coldness, descending on her. How was this possible? Could it be that this man was a servant of Diablo as well? Why did Master Diablo not tell her?

Maghda swore that she wouldn’t have taken this lightly if she’d known that another Demon Lord would be involved!

But it was too late!

“Fuu….”

The extinguished torches lit up again, but no longer in their original orange flame; they burned with a green-blue hue of souls.

“That’s all you have..?”

A deep voice sounded as the temperature lowered. Maghda had the blood-red barrier protecting her, but still she trembled with fear. A force that she had no hope of stopping had descended on her, she felt a force that had changed the entire landscape of this great hall. The entire floor, filled with corpses and blood, had been completed blanketed by thick frost, including the pillars and ceiling all around them. The hall was now a world of ice.

A huge figure appeared in the air, staring at Maghda with his blue, burning eyes that had no trace of compassion left.

“Pitiful worm. How dare you stand before me?”

“I- I am a follower of Master Diablo!”

Maghda now had an expression of frozen terror. She didn’t know which Demon Lord she was facing, but she was sure that the strength of this opponent was no less than the strength of the King she served. She no longer wanted that shard anymore, and she planned on giving up the mission. Diablo may punish her for this, but it was better than instant death right here.

“I do not intend to make you my enemy, please spare me…”

“Spare you?”

Hearing Maghda’s request, the giant figure leaned forward and raised his longsword.

“Your soul is filled with fear… It will be sustenance for Frostmourne…”

“No-!”

Maghda couldn’t hold her ground anymore. She didn’t know what Frostmourne was, but she understood that she was not being let out here alive!

With that thought, she flew away in a frenzy, waving both her arms as she floated away.

“Sentries, stop him!”

Following Maghda’s cry, the cultists all appeared out of thin air with their demons from hell, blocking the path of the Lich King as they attempted to hold down this monstrous being. The Lich King only smiled coldly.

“Come! Taste the strength of the Scourge!”

Before his words were finished, the newly arrived cultists and demons watched with terror as the frozen ground opened with a crack. Following this, countless undead emerged with burning blue eyes, raising their weapons as they charged the enemy before them with a raged call.

In that instant, the cries of brutal battle broke out, turning the underground city into hell.

“Haah… Haah…”

Maghda herself was completely terrified. She didn’t think she’d attract the wrath of someone this powerful. Right now, she no longer had any other option to take.

“Master Diablo! Save me!”

With her shriek, Maghda flew forward in a craze. She could no longer leave this underground city, and the portal that Fang Zheng came in through was the only exit. If she didn’t go through the portal, she herself would have to leave this nest that she’d built for many, many years. What gave her despair, however, was the silence from Diablo, no matter how she pleaded.

“Master Diablo!”

Just as Maghda reached the end of the hallway, a sudden ice wall burst from the ground, blocking her path. At the same time, she heard heavy footsteps coming from behind her.

It was a threatening sound, a series of echoes.

“No! I don’t want to die yet, I can’t die here! Master Diablo, please save me!”

Hearing the footsteps get closer, Maghda fell into deeper despair. She tried her best to destroy this wall, but her magic couldn’t even scratch the thing. Behind her, the footsteps closed in. She turned around, and saw a black figure. It continued walking toward her.

“No, don’t come any closer! I don’t want to die, I beg of you, let me go! I’ll be your loyal servant, I can swear that on my soul..!”

Seeing the figure continue its stride, Maghda didn’t care anymore. She knelt on the floor and tried to beg, but her enemy didn’t answer, only going forward with his sword as it glowed a blue, cold light.

“…I’ll fight you to the death!”

Seeing her begging fail miserably, Maghda had no choice but to fight in a last resort. She jumped into the air in a rage, raising her arms and forming rays of red light and fireballs, all bursting and sweeping out of her palms and toward the figure.

A series of rumbles, and explosions and the figure was swallowed in fire. The next instant, a cold light flashed!

The flaming fireballs that gathered were all split into two, and Maghda’s eyes went wide as she looked forward, dumbfounded. The light just split through all her flames, and continued forward, slicing into her body as it sent her pinned onto the ice wall. Only then did all the fires and light she summoned dissipate.

“I… I…”

Maghda held tightly onto the sword that had plunged into her as she looked at this young man. She opened the mouth to say something, but before she could make any sound, her lips screamed. She saw a light, a humanoid mist, being pulled out of her and into the glowing sword of blue. Following that, her body went limp and silent.

Fang Zheng looked at Maghda’s corpse coldly for a moment before sheathing Frostmourne.

With a crash, the entire environment shattered.