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Chapter 250  The flashback! The eyes! Bella?

Chapter 250

Was it due to the enemy having his own eye techniques?

Or was it simply because of Oliver's lack of mastery over the [Cosmic Void Gaze] at the moment?

His enemies were growing stronger, but his mastery remained insufficient, so it had little effect overall.

He felt a flicker of frustration; these powers were supposed to give him an edge, yet he was barely scratching the surface of their potential.

Of course, he didn't dwell on this long and seized the golden opportunity now that his enemy was wide open.

[Eternal Twelve Lies Palm]

Boom!

Oliver's palm crashed into the groaning demon, sending him hurtling into the sky. The force was immense, but he didn't dare let his guard down. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Oliver remained cautious—this was the moment when protagonists often grew careless, thinking the threat was neutralized, only to realize later that demons, with their strong bodies, always came back, causing more trouble.

He absolutely didn't want that to happen in demonic territory, lest a horde of strong demons began chasing him to death.

His figure blurred as he sped toward the fallen inquisitor, his movements swift and calculated.

Surely, an inquisitor wouldn't be this weak and go down with a single strike, right?

[Eternal Twelve Lies Palm]

[Eternal Twelve Lies Palm]

[Eternal Twelve Lies Palm]

[Eternal Twelve Lies Palm]

Each blow landed with a resounding impact, shaking the very ground beneath them. One palm after another rained down on the inquisitor, Oliver alternating hands in a relentless assault.

Pfft! A fountain of blood erupted from Drul's mouth. The demon's body convulsed with each hit, his flesh bruising and tearing under the relentless strikes. He had just been thrown and now felt the strong impact again.

A rapier appeared in Oliver's hand as his sword disappeared.

[Sovereign Strike of Infinite Freedom]

[Sovereign Strike of Infinite Freedom]

[Sovereign Strike of Infinite Freedom]

The rapier flashed, puncturing Drul's body over and over, each thrust precise and ruthless. His rapier punctured the demon's body mercilessly, creating hole after hole.

[Holy Flames of Nightmare]

As if that wasn't enough, the rapier was quickly engulfed in demon-killing flames, burning and corroding the inquisitor's flesh as Oliver punctured him again.

The flames hissed and crackled, a dark, holy fire that devoured demon flesh with a sinister fervor.

Oliver extended his arm, condensing a blade of water into his hand, using his other hand to stab the demon directly in the stomach.

"Kugh-!" A weak groan escaped the demon's mouth. Drul's body twitched, his strength fading as the relentless attacks tore through him. The debris and dust clouded the scene, obscuring the demon's condition, but Oliver didn't stop. He continued unleashing attack after attack, determined to finish off the inquisitor once and for all.

The rapier vanished from his hand as he placed his palm over the demon's chest. A chilling cold emanated from his arm, spreading into the demon's heart.

Frost spread through the demon's body, veins turning blue as ice crept inward, freezing his insides solid. He didn't want to destroy or damage the demon inquisitor's precious heart, so he used his ice element to freeze the demon's insides solid.

A thought crossed his mind, his gaze sharpening as he considered the possibilities. 'Wait… his eyes were quite special. I can make use of them when I learn alchemy.'

Oliver recalled how certain demon parts were invaluable in alchemy for crafting wondrous potions and materials.

Though he didn't know the specifics about the demon's eyes, their ability to affect him suggested significant value.

Oliver's eyes gleamed coldly as his nails sharpened and extended slightly. It was similar to the transformation he'd experienced after consuming the chimera's heart, but this time, he could feel it more acutely.

He swiped his sharpened nails like a demon's claw.

Splatter!

With a swift, brutal motion, he gouged out the inquisitor's eyes, the bloody orbs glistening in his hand. In a swift motion, he transferred them to his mindspace.

The once-mighty and arrogant demon inquisitor, who had scorned humans, was now a whimpering, barely recognizable mess. His breaths were labored and weak, and it was clear he was on the brink of death.

Drul's face was contorted in pain, his eyes hollow and bloodied, his body broken beyond recognition. At that moment, Drul no longer felt like the infamous demon. Instead, it seemed the human before him was the true monster—a cruel devil in human form.

"Don't worry, I will banish you to the void so your soul won't have to suffer."

Oliver made a hand seal and performed a basic exorcism, sending the demon inquisitor's soul to the void.

A faint shimmer enveloped Drul's body as his soul was torn away, disappearing into the darkness.

After confirming the demon was fully exorcised, Oliver stored the body in his storage space and fled the scene.

The noise from their clash had been loud and attention-grabbing. He dared not overestimate himself again after realizing his level.

Even with his abilities, the inquisitor's resilience had been alarming, his skin nearly impenetrable, his strength immense. If more demons of similar strength attacked him, he wasn't confident he'd leave unscathed.

He knew that once the guards realized what kind of disaster had struck the western region, soldiers would swarm the area to eliminate him.

With his objective achieved, he now had to focus on rescuing the humans scheduled for execution in the city center.

A determined glint shone in his eyes; the mission wasn't over yet.

Earlier, he had planned to use Gureon and her goons to distract the other inquisitor. But with Drul's corpse in his possession, everything had become much more manageable.

What followed was history.

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Celestial Paradox Clan

A soft, warm light filtered through the window, illuminating the delicate features of a young woman lying in bed.

"Sister, how are you feeling now?" Evelyn asked worriedly. Her hair was disheveled, and it was clear she hadn't slept peacefully for days.

Her anxiety was understandable. Every day, she lived in constant worry about her sister's special condition. She tried to stay positive—at least on the surface—but she couldn't help imagining the worst-case scenario.

Her hands trembled slightly as she adjusted the blankets around her sister, her gaze never leaving Bella's face.

She visited her sister almost hourly to check on her condition, ensuring she lacked nothing.