Family heirloom, then turned into a demon girl

Chapter 464 Mission: 01-5 Day of God's Wrath

In this regard, a simple fact becomes clear.

Mondes, the ruler of the lower realms, a heartless god, is now doomed.

This crimson and black dragon was born with the power to rule over all nations and peoples, yet it was merely Mondes's last struggle. The dragon strode forward, and amidst the earth-shaking tremors, approached Nero, who held the vessel, aiming at the only hope that could turn the tide.

However, hope can sometimes be a poison.

Nero raised her scepter once more, and the fourteen jewels surrounding the golden skull cup at its top lit up one by one. She proclaimed in a high voice: "Then I saw that the heavenly palace was opened, and within it was a curtain of witness!"

Behind her, an angelic phantom split in the light, revealing a seven-colored angel holding a seven-colored golden cup filled with the seven-colored wine of divine wrath.

Then, she waved provocatively at the dragon beast.

The seven illusory angels were all her clones, each wielding a different angelic power, corresponding one to the golden cup in her hand. Facing the dragon beast sprinting across the ground, Nero waved her hand forward without a word, and one of her clones immediately vanished from its spot.

A giant rift opened in the sky, and thick, heavy rain poured down from the empty void.

The rain fell on the dragon beast, making its throat dry and itchy. Its hoarse voice gradually weakened and could no longer produce a roar like a dragon's cry.

"It's much quieter now."

Nero smiled slightly, watching the great demon scratching at his throat, trying to reach his claws into his mouth to stop the itch, and then poured out the second cup of poisoned wine.

Another phantom image vanished behind her. Bathed in the rain, the dragon beast's aura instantly weakened and became listless. It seemed that an insatiable hunger controlled its belly, but its throat, burned by the first cup of poison, could not swallow anything.

So it began to gnaw at the earth like a madman, trying to drink from the pool of blood that had given birth to it. But the more it did so, the more it vomited, and its massive body gradually became thinner, its upside-down scales clinging to its back and connecting with its bones.

Mondes roared furiously from afar, but the dragon, consumed by pain, paid no heed to his commands. Seeing this, Nero felt an urge to laugh even more.

Just then, the second wave of poisonous rain stopped, and Nero took the opportunity to pour out his third cup of wine.

Each time rain fell on the dragon beast, it grew weaker and more listless. But its terrifyingly enormous body was undeniable; even now, it was far more powerful than any creature in the demon realm.

Nero remained silent. She merely activated the ley lines of the demon realm, fully maneuvering the Holy Grail Staff, which was fused with the Gem of Original Sin, and continuously poured the poison of divine punishment upon her enemies.

The dragon beast, soaked to the bone by the rain, had its once-glossy scales gradually dull and begin to fall off, as if corroded by acid. The "heavy rain" beneath it had turned into a "rain and hailstorm."

The fourth rain was different from the previous ones. The spilled wine began to burn in the air, the bright fire illuminating the eternal darkness of the demon realm and igniting the exposed, vulnerable skin of the dragon beast. The dragon beast let out a silent roar in its poisoned, hoarse voice, its massive body tumbling in the bottomless pit of wine, causing the earth to tremble and seem on the verge of collapse.

Driven by hunger and thirst, it had no better way to escape the fiery rain, but Nero would never allow it to work in its current state.

New raindrops fell; this was the fifth rain. The rain, carrying a pungent odor, fell into the still-burning bottomless pit. Soon, a raging fire broke out in the abyss, the bottomless cavern engulfed by sulfurous smoke and scorching flames. The dragon beast writhed and struggled, constantly being burned. Its immense strength prevented it from suffocating, but this only prolonged the torment.

The flames burned higher and higher, billowing thick black smoke from the ground and engulfing the bottomless depths.

But the trembling of the earth gradually stopped. This was not because the dragon beast was on the verge of death; its power had not yet been completely exhausted. A claw, blackened by fire and smoke, emerged from the ground. The dragon beast, almost charred, had finally broken free from the underground abyss.

However, the sixth rain came. The dragon beast had barely crawled out of the ground when it roared again and covered its eyes. The new rain fell into the fire, evaporated by the poisonous flames, turning into billowing steam that engulfed the dragon beast's massive body. Thus, this time, it was the dragon beast's temporarily intact eyes that suffered.

The steam condensed into a poisonous cloud, seemingly possessing a soul, and burrowed into the dragon beast's eyes. Having lost its sight, the dragon beast struggled and swayed, losing its balance—

And so, regrettably, sadly, and tragically, they fell once again into the burning pit.

Nero chuckled softly, then waved his hand, turning the last cup of poisoned wine into a downpour.

ended.

By this time, the ferocious dragon beast had been poisoned, its throat silenced, its belly emptied, its scales and claws stripped away, its skin burned through, its flesh and blood consumed, and its eyes blinded. The last cup of wine would now consume its very bones and blood.

The earth trembled once more as the dragon beast, plunged into the bottomless abyss, made its final struggle. But now it was nothing more than a skeleton encased in charcoal. Struggle?

What's the point then?

As if it were a replay of everything before, lightning, hail, flames, and black smoke, accompanied by the tremors of the earth, all gradually grew stronger and then weakened again.

"All the islands vanished, and all the mountains disappeared."

Nero uttered this short sentence in a calm tone, then slammed his scepter heavily on the ground.

The final tremor ripped through the entire Demon Realm, causing the earth to collapse. The collapsing earth and rocks buried the thunder, frost, fireworks, smoke, and the roars and howls in the bottomless abyss.

“The cities of those nations will all be reduced to ruins.”

The world returned to peace.

The remaining five, with the assistance of the Red Tide Army, had already wiped out the demons that had fallen to earth along with the meteorites. Although some more were still arriving with the meteorites, like the Mondes who had broken away from the unified body, they were merely part of the follow-up cleanup work.

Having dealt with the most troublesome enemy, Nero raised his head, his gaze piercing through the chaotic space shrouded in magical light, pointing directly at the Mondes Unification still firmly guarding the center of the temple ruins.

"Descendants of Sparta..."

A somewhat ethereal voice rang in Nero's ears. Nero returned his scepter to his body, drew the Yamato sword, which was more suitable for the current occasion, and smiled in that direction.

"how?"

She asked with a smile, "Are you ready to face your own doom?"

Suddenly, an angry roar echoed in my ears, a cacophony of sounds overlapping, making it impossible to discern the content. However, the meaning was quite clear.

Nero then raised his sword.

"I'm coming to kill you right now."

(End of this chapter)