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Chapter 158: The Miserable Shurahart
Serie walked over to him, looking at the pool of purple-black blood and the broken horn fragments on the ground. Her brows furrowed. "His moves were strange, as if he could see my next move."
"It's a bit like the prediction magic isn't it?" Kurtz said with a serious expression.
He suspected that the demon just now was the omniscient Schlacht.
But if it was really the Schalcht, then during the battle just now, both of us should have seen each other's future. Looking back, it seemed that only he saw the demon's future and not vice versa.
So Kurtz was a little unsure whether it was really Schalacht or just another demon, who didn't appear in the original story.
'If only that guy had told me his name honestly, I wouldn't have to think about it for so long. Hmph, kids these days have no manners.'
"Magic that can predict the future? Is it really true?" Serie was a little surprised.
She knew that the demons' innate magics were all kinds of strange powers. For example, in the mythological era, there was a demon whose innate magic was camouflage magic, with an extremely large range.
It was with the help of this magic that the demons were able to transform into the Skywing tribe, easily approach the coalition forces, and destroy the Forest of Elves right under their noses.
But magic like this, which could predict the future, was beyond Serie's understanding.
"It might be a weakened version. I'm not sure, but it's a possibility." Kurtz replied.
Hearing Kurtz say this, Serie wanted to ask a few more questions, but seeing his furrowed brow, she had to focus her attention elsewhere.
"But why did you only use Orger to fight? Where is your magic?"
During the battle just now, Kurtz only used Orger to fight the entire time, and didn't even use magic. In the eyes of that demon, it would not be an exaggeration to mistake Kurtz as some powerful warrior.
"Because it's useful! I am thinking of becoming somewhat of a melee mage."
"A melee mage?" Serie looked at Orger in Kurtz's hand with a complicated expression. "It seems a bit unorthodox, but if it's you, it's not that far-fetched."
This legendary divine sword would surprise her every time she witnessed its true power, and if the user were Kurtz, that would be fine too.
"Let's go." Kurtz's eyes swept across the messy cave. "We can't stay here anymore." He waved his hand, and he called Ella in. "Ella, you can come in, and also clean this place, please."
"Yes!" Ella immediately began to release magic to destroy this demon stronghold completely.
On the other side.
Shurahart was huddled in a relatively secluded underground cave, his body filled with disordered demonic energy; the holy power was eroding his wound every second, making him suffer in pain nonstop.
However, the pain in his body was far less than the turmoil in his heart.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Who the hell is that man!?" He frantically recalled the brief yet terrifying encounter that had just occurred.
Someone who can stand shoulder to shoulder with the great elven magician Serie, and even take the lead in a fight, was by no means ordinary!
The only human in history who was qualified and capable of standing beside Serie was that one.
Kurtz, the godslayer who killed the gods believed in by the demons thousands of years ago, causing all demons to lose the favor of the gods.
"Impossible!" Shurahart subconsciously denied, "Kurtz is human! How could a human live for over a thousand years? He should have died long ago!"
A thousand years is an unattainable length of time for human beings, long enough to turn any hero into a legend, and the legend to get buried in time.
"Could it be Serie's new disciple? No! Impossible!" He immediately rejected this idea.
That powerful strength, that feeling that even his foresight could not fathom, this was definitely not a power that a mere human disciple could reach.
Moreover, there was something wrong with the way Serie looked at that man.
In the end, apart from being her disciples, he couldn't think of any other possibility. Or rather, he didn't dare to think about the most likely possibility.
"That sword..." Shurahart recalled the terrifyingly powerful holy sword. "Such terrifying power truly deserves to be the holy sword of the elves. I never expected it to be wielded by another race again after a thousand years."
The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became.
Kurtz, the name itself was a taboo among demons, a nightmare symbol that ended the last glorious era of the demons.
If it really is him...
If that godslayer were still alive...
Shurahart shuddered violently, and the severe pain in the wound seemed to intensify. "No! It can't be him!"
He forced himself to calm down and tried to analyze it rationally, "It's impossible, HUmans can't be immortal, they cannot live for so long!"
"Yes! That must be a terrifying human genius cultivated by Serie!" This was the only rational possibility that made any sense.
Shurahart felt a little relieved after coming to what he thought was a realistic conclusion, but then he fell into deeper worry.
Even if the young human was not the godslayer himself, he was still far too dangerous.
All his hard work is now in shambles because of him
He originally wanted to deal with the legendary elven saint, the most powerful magician among the elves, and then take action against the monk Kraft, so that the entire elven race would lose its two most prestigious people.
But he didn't expect that the appearance of this man would disrupt all his plans.
Moreover, Serie's strength was somewhat beyond his expectations.
It was obvious that the demons he sent out were all-powerful and were specially arranged to target Serie, but she killed all of them; not a single one escaped.
They did not even injure her, yet she and his disciple found him so quickly
"The plan must be changed!" Soon, Shurahart made a decision.
"Serie and that mysterious human are far too powerful. Now is definitely not the time to confront them head-on." He felt the lingering divine power within him, a lingering fear in his heart. "I need time, even more time."
A long-term plan quickly took shape in his mind. "Let's lie low for now."
He gritted his teeth and made the wisest choice. "Abandon all attacks against Serie and the elves, and then hide completely."
"One hundred years... no, two hundred years!" Shurahart gritted his teeth and said, "Human lifespan has a limit. No matter how powerful a human is, he will eventually grow old and die. Two hundred years from now, that human will no longer exist, and then we will only have to deal with Serie."
"During this time..." He began to mobilize his magic power to repair his injuries.
"We must find a new king for the demon clan, a demon king so powerful that he can replicate the great achievements of the Demon King of Castle a thousand years ago!"
As long as the godslayer holding Orger is gone, as long as the man who ended the previous era completely disappears from this earth, the era of their demon clan will finally come.
And this time, no one will be able to stop it!
Then he completely blended into the darkness and disappeared without a trace.
Only one determination remains: to wait for time.
Let time erase that human life, and then will come the era of the Demon race.
[End of Chapter]