Chapter 355: Redhead

The whole arena trembled from the powerful explosion. A dozen demonlings were either blasted away from the Volcanic Rupture or consumed by the molten mass. Beatrice turned around and saw a familiar, slender freckled redhead with shoulder-length hair, wearing her blue robes.

“Ember!” Beatrice exclaimed upon seeing her bodyguard.

“We have to leave quickly,” the redhead said, getting straight to the point. “It won’t be long before this place is overrun by the Purple Capes.”

“This place is about to be overrun by demons!” Beatrice pointed out.

“Great, let them fight it out with Purple Capes and wipe each other out. We won’t win this fight.”

“Tch!” Beatrice had to think fast. They didn’t have time to argue. Beatrice certainly didn’t want any more of her followers to die. There was a risk of the demonlings simply scattering through the tunnels and eventually attack the defenseless citizens. And while nearly everyone in this place had proven to be reprehensible scum, Beatrice believed that there were still some people in this deplorable city worth saving.

A likely scenario was that Felicia would simply recall the demons back, even if she did claim to not have the power to do so. But whether Felicia did or didn’t have that power and simply used the demons as a last resort weapon no longer mattered, because she wouldn’t get to use it.

“We take the announcer and the princess with us,” Beatrice decided.

A slightly more wicked than necessary grin formed on Ember’s face. “You’ll be putting a giant target on your back if you kidnap a princess,” she said without even an inkling that she disapproved of such an action, and then added, “Where is she anyway?”



-150 HP



Health Points



354/600 (+1.08/sec)



However, the demon could still not tell which wounded Beatrice was the real Beatrice for four more seconds. Beatrice managed to use this advantage to get on her feet and deal with the double-vision demon first, followed by another, then the dazed one.

Still alive, Beatrice priority switched to a burning question: what the hell struck her in the first place. And she got her answer. Countless tentacles flailed and swirled across the arena, striking anything and everything in their path—humans, demons, without discrimination.

And these tentacles were attached to a different type of multi-legged creature. Much larger than the demonlings, in terms of size, a comparison to an elephant would be fair. Eight powerful legs held up a round mass that was the creature’s main body. Hard and reinforced at the bottom and from the sides, the top looked soft, with many festering “bubbles”. Without a discernible head, out of that mass it the demon swung its mighty tentacles, each no less than twenty yards in length.

The demon did not seem to strike to kill. It simply cleared a path for itself as it moved toward the center of the arena. And as it moved, a light mist formed in its path, seeping from the festering pores of its disgusting upper body.

Several enforcers attempted to approach the demon and strike it down. They were the ones knocked down instead. Not dead, the enforcers were for some reason in no hurry to get up. And as the enforcers laid in the mist that hung over the surface of the arena, one by one they started to touch themselves inappropriately.

Oh, shit... Beatrice had a bad feeling about what was coming.