As soon as the Human Emperor Banner came out, I became the Lord of the Old Ones

Chapter 214 Devourer

In his final moments, all he could do was try his best to twist his neck and widen his eyes to see the attacker's face clearly.

But when he finally saw what was happening on the upper floor of the stairwell, a horrified moan escaped his throat, which was gushing bloody foam.

After driving the "Abyssal Demon Lizard" into his chest, the "Night Swordsman" returned to support his master.

The "Abyss Demon Lizard" pounced on the "Hero's Tombstone".

Even without a weapon, the "Black Swordsman" could still easily bind the "Mist Mushroom" by relying on the fang-like spikes embedded in his arm armor.

The gargoyle was tightly bound by a chain wreathed in black flames. No matter how it used its skills to try to turn the chain into rock, it could not stop the chain from tightening its grip, almost cutting it in half.

As for the "True Red Aristocrat," he was lifted high with one hand by a handsome young man.

The young man didn't even have to exert much effort, with his other hand still in his pocket.

Vampires, who should bring fear to humans, have faces etched with a fear that transcends time and space, deep within their remnants of souls.

Upon closer inspection, one can see its wide, blood-red cloak billowing high, and a sharp blade engraved with mysterious runes protruding from its withered chest, piercing its heart from behind.

"The Deep...Blade!"

Sheikh Krat could not believe his eyes.

Unable to believe that the forbidden evil spirits and the Netherworld Armor, symbolizing the ancient authority of the Grim Reaper, would appear before him and be in the hands of such an ordinary young man.

No, that's not right.

What terrified the "Crimson Nobles" so much was not even the stench of the Styx released by the "Deep Blade," but the young man himself.

From the palm of the young man's hand, which was gripping the neck of the "True Red Aristocrat," burst forth a raging inferno, like a red tide.

Accompanied by the vampire's scream, endless blood flames bloomed like man-eating flowers, and the young man's entire arm swelled to an unimaginable size, like a ravenous python opening its blood-red maw to swallow the entire upper body of the "Crimson Noble".

First, it was corrupted by the Corrosive Spirit Body, then it lost its master's command and life force support. Even the sealing card that served as its body was broken in the fierce battle just now. Now, its heart was pierced by the "Deep Blade". The "Crimson Noble" was already extremely weak and had no power to resist. It fell into the endless abyss that the young man's palm had cracked open.

"Slurp slurp, slurp slurp!"

The young man's abnormally swollen right arm throbbed and inhaled, producing a chilling sucking and swallowing sound.

The struggles of the "true red aristocracy" are growing weaker and weaker.

The youth's momentum, however, is increasing at a visible rate.

No, it's not just about "momentum".

Instead, visible purplish-red spiritual energy emanated from the young man's 36,000 pores, transforming into countless spiritual threads that continuously flowed into the bodies of the "Abyss Demon Lizard," the "Night Swordsman," and the "Crystal Slime."

Under Sheikh Krat's incredulous gaze, the other party's guardian spirit underwent an astonishing change.

The Abyss Demon Lizard grew even larger, and the fangs protruding from its gaping maw became sharper and denser. Just moments before it was locked in a stalemate with the Hero's Tombstone, but now it has bitten off a corner of the Hero's Tombstone in one bite.

The armor of the "Night Swordsman" has also become thicker and more ferocious, with fin-like blades growing from the arm armor, leg armor, and even the back armor. These blades are a hundred times sharper than fish fins, and they easily tore the "Mist Mushroom" to pieces.

The "crystal slime" becomes clearer and more transparent, and moves and deforms faster.

When it flowed like a harmless puddle of clear water to the feet of the gargoyle and suddenly rolled up, its powerful tentacles actually snapped off the gargoyle's lower limbs, which were harder than rock, in the opposite direction!
The scene, which even the end of a nightmare would never appear, gave Sheikh Krat, who had been immersed in the world of spirit masters for decades, an absurd idea.

These guardian spirits are leveling up.

These guardian spirits can directly absorb the power of other guardian spirits, leveling up by devouring their remains.

"This, how is this possible!" Before he could draw a conclusion...

Young people have completely swallowed up the "true red aristocracy".

Strands of crimson light surged from the depths of his eyes, rippling around his body.

He licked his lips and let out a sigh of lingering satisfaction.

It seems to have become even more powerful than it was moments before, just like the guardian spirit.

They were also even hungrier.

"Crack!"

He brandished his blood-red, monstrous arm, which was even larger than his own torso, and took a bite of the second dish of the evening—"Gargoyle".

The Gargoyle's innate ability grants it a crisp texture, making a "crunch, crunch, crunch" sound when it chews.

The futile resistance did not last long.

Then, the sounds of sucking and swallowing rang out again from deep within the young man's strange arm.

This scenario was repeated four times.

It only took three minutes.

The young man, who had swallowed four remnants of the past, seemed unsatisfied and continued walking with a smile on his face.

That's right, there are also two desserts after the meal.

The "Golden Rock Turtle" that was torn to pieces, and the "Giant Armadillo" that merged with Sheikh Kratt.

Only now did the owner of the Shattered Star Club finally remember the young man's identity.

The Spirit Card Maintainer of the Kuang Tie Club.

An insignificant nobody who should have been insignificant.

"You are...Xu..."

He struggled like a fly pinned to a desk with a pin.

My mind raced through the seemingly correct decisions I had made over the past six months, but I couldn't figure out where I had gone wrong that led to such a tragic end.

Deep within his throat, swollen with foam, lay a thousand questions: why was this seemingly hellish demon lurking in the small Mad Iron Club?

Is there something that Kuangtie Club can provide that Shattered Star Club cannot?

Xu Yan didn't even glance at him.

She casually walked up to him, carrying a backpack full of crystal coins, and casually drew "Lin's" greatsword.

Sheikh Krat's last breath surged forth from the horrifying tear in his chest.

Filled with intense fear and resentment, his eyes, like glass balls that had been melted and then solidified, were deeply imprinted with the terrifying image of Xu Yan opening his blood-red maw once more to devour the "Golden Rock Turtle" and the "Giant Armadillo."

Then, along with its body and head, it turned into bubbles and nothingness.

(End of this chapter)