Throne of Gods: Divine thunder descends, and the Qilin descends upon the world!

Chapter 134 Target: The Twelfth Pillar Demon God - Love Demon God - Siddi!

After many years, Moonbeam and his companions once again stood before the Exorcism Gate.

A strong stench of blood assaulted the senses, and the air, mingled with gunpowder smoke and demonic energy, was suffocating.

The sounds of battle echoed from beyond the pass, and various magical lights intertwined and flickered under the dim sky, illuminating the battlefield in a dim and intermittent manner.

The most terrifying thing was the twelve towering pillars of light in the demon camp.

Each one exuded a terrifying pressure that sent shivers down one's spine, like twelve demonic pillars supporting the sky.

This means that the ones attacking the Exorcism Pass at this moment are none other than twelve demon gods!

"Is this the Holy War?" Chen Ying'er unconsciously tightened her arms around McDull.

Moonlight took a deep breath, the air, thick with the smell of gunpowder and blood, filling her lungs.

He said in a deep voice, "The demons are still in the regular offensive phase. Let's go visit the Temple Master of the Assassin's Temple to learn about the latest battle situation."

Although information about the Exorcism Pass had been obtained from the Mission Tower before departure, it was still a ten-day journey from the Holy City—the battlefield was ever-changing, and that information was probably already outdated.

The group nodded in unison and quickly crossed the smoke-filled streets.

……

When Moonbeam and his group arrived at the entrance of the Assassin's Temple, a black-clad assassin guarding the gate immediately frowned in alarm.

"Stop! Who goes there!" he shouted sharply, his hand already on the dagger at his waist.

Moonlight, with her long purple-gold hair, casually tossed an item over.

Acting on his assassin's instincts, he judged there was no danger, instinctively caught it, and looked down—

"Emperor-level Ninth Demon Hunter Squad?!" The gatekeeper assassin's voice suddenly rose, almost biting his tongue.

He hurriedly bowed and said, "This junior was blind and did not recognize your greatness. Please forgive me, senior!"

Yuehui did not correct his form of address, but calmly asked, "Is the Lord of the Holy Moon Palace here?"

"Yes, yes!" The gatekeeper assassin nodded repeatedly, cold sweat beading on his forehead. "The Palace Master is in the meeting hall. I'll lead the way right away!"

He hurriedly pushed open the heavy palace door and led the way.

...

The conference hall was filled with a strong smell of blood and herbs.

Saint Moon sat at the head of the table, his face ashen and iron-like.

The high-ranking officials of the Exorcism Bureau, who were seated below, were all wounded—some of them still had their armor on, with bloodstains still wet on it.

Some people had blood-soaked bandages wrapped around their arms, while others were deathly pale, clearly having just been through a fierce battle.

"What are the casualty statistics?" Sheng Yue's voice was hoarse and heavy.

The officer in charge of the report swallowed hard, his voice strained: "Reporting to the Palace Master, three assassin regiments have been wiped out, three infantry battalions have been completely destroyed, and two elite warrior battalions have no survivors."

He paused, his throat tightening, "There are also fifty fifth-tier mages who died from exhaustion of their magic power."

A deathly silence enveloped the entire conference hall.

"boom--"

A general suddenly sprang to his feet, smashing his iron fist into the heavy oak table, leaving spiderweb-like cracks.

"These damned demon bastards! Three years! A full three years! Do they have to fight to the point of annihilating one of their clans before they'll stop?!"

Holy Spirit Heart added with a grim face, "What's most hateful is that those demon gods appear and disappear unpredictably, specifically targeting high-level powerhouses. If we could eliminate them..."

The words were left unsaid, but everyone understood their weight.

Saint Moon frowned, tapping her knuckles lightly on the table: "We should indeed dampen the demon gods' arrogance, but they always act in groups."

Suddenly, a rapid knocking on the door interrupted his thoughts.

"Report! The Emperor-level Ninth Demon Hunter Squad requests an audience!" A glint flashed in Saint Moon's eyes, followed by a look of doubt.

He clearly remembered that the Emperor-level Ninth Demon Hunter Team had been disbanded a year ago.

(Could it be that the new demon hunter group inherited the numbering system?)
"Please come in quickly!" Sheng Yue immediately stood up and straightened her clothes.

Even the Temple Master must show equal respect to an existence like the leader of an Emperor-level Demon Hunter Team.

The generals in the meeting hall all straightened up and looked curiously towards the door.

When the seven young men in their twenties entered the conference hall, the high-ranking generals present couldn't help but show expressions of astonishment.

These young faces were far removed from the image of the Emperor-level Demon Hunter Group that they had imagined.

Saint Moon and Holy Spirit Heart stood up abruptly the moment they saw who it was, their eyes filled with shock.

"Moonlight, Cai'er? How could it be you!" Holy Spirit's voice trembled with disbelief.

Saint Moon quickly regained his senses and immediately announced sternly: "The meeting is adjourned immediately! No one is allowed to divulge what we have seen and heard today; anyone who does so will be punished for treason!"

Upon hearing this, the senior members immediately rose and took their leave, leaving only Saint Moon, Holy Spirit Heart, and Moon Radiance in the conference hall.

Cai'er stepped forward and said softly, "Great-grandfather, father."

Holy Spirit's eyes reddened, and his voice choked with emotion: "Good, good, it's good that you are all safe and sound."

Saint Moon stared intently at Moonlight and asked in a deep voice, "Weren't you in seclusion cultivating? How come you're an Emperor-level Demon Hunter Team?"

"Now that the goal has been achieved, it's natural to emerge from seclusion." Yuehui smiled calmly. "As for advancing to the Emperor level, it's just a matter of course."

“Promotion.” Saint Moon’s voice suddenly became dry.

As a former member of the Demon Hunters, he knew all too well how demanding the promotion criteria were.

A King-level rank requires a million merit points, and all members must be at the seventh rank.

The Emperor level requires tens of millions of merits, and all members must be at least at the eighth rank.

Even if having the record of hunting down demon gods can exempt you from the merit requirement, the eighth-level cultivation threshold is a hard requirement!
"You..." Saint Moon's pupils contracted slightly, "You broke through from the sixth rank to the eighth rank in just three years?"

Holy Spirit Heart suddenly realized that he had no idea how deep Cai'er was!

The daughter before him was like a bottomless pool, her aura restrained yet chilling.

“Great-grandfather, you’re mistaken.” Cai’er’s lips curled up slightly, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “We’re not at the eighth rank.”

Holy Spirit breathed a sigh of relief, his tense shoulders relaxing slightly: "I knew it, how could three years be possible?"

“We have all broken through to the ninth level,” Cai’er calmly added the second half of the sentence.

The Holy Spirit's heart was as if someone had choked him, his mouth open but he could not utter a sound.

Saint Moon slammed his hand on the table, the heavy solid wood conference table creaking under his weight.

“That’s impossible.” Saint Moon’s voice was dry, like sandpaper rubbing.

With a flick of her slender fingertips, a condensed milky-white spiritual energy suddenly took shape, transforming into a meter-long spiritual energy sword blade in her hand, its edge gleaming with a chilling light that made one's heart tremble.

Saint Moon's pupils contracted violently—this was clearly a spiritual energy release that only a ninth-tier expert could achieve!

What alarmed him even more was that the aura emanating from Cai'er was no weaker than his!

"I'm getting old, really old." Saint Moon shook her head and sighed softly, but a gratified smile appeared on her aged face.

"Great-grandfather, among the twelve demon gods currently besieging the Exorcism Pass, who is the leader?" Yuehui asked.

“The Twelfth Pillar – the Demon God of Love – Sid,” Saint Moon said in a deep voice. “That guy is the most troublesome; he’s skilled at manipulating emotions.”

Before he finished speaking, a bright purple-gold light shone in Yuehui's eyes, and a dangerous smile appeared on his lips.

(That's you!)

(End of this chapter)