Nobody told me this wasn't a game.

"Um……"

Romantic, he uttered a hesitant sound.

She looked at Lu Zheng and thought he was very handsome, as he was upright and morally conscious.

She looked at Tyron and felt that Tyron, who was decisive and ruthless, also had a lot of manly qualities.

She's torn between two handsome men, each with their own distinct style and charm...

What a sweet trouble!

She smiled and said, "Tyron, Lu Zheng's words don't make no mistake. Hmm... I think, why don't we bring those two along? Even if they have ulterior motives, you can subdue them in an instant, right?"

"Of course!"

Tyronn puffed out his chest, exuding an air of heroic spirit!

He looked at his palm and said calmly, "Since Your Highness has said so, then..."

Once again, an attack.

Tyron launched another thunderous attack halfway through his sentence!

Lu Zheng's eyes flashed, and when he came to his senses, he found that Tyron had already passed him and placed his palm on the man's head.

He still wants to kill!

This attack was very sudden, and it was also an anticipation of Lu Zheng's interception. Lu Zheng had no way to block it, and the man had no way to avoid it either.

It seemed like they were about to succeed—

A clear, bright light suddenly appeared, and a sharp blade, neither fast nor slow, pierced straight towards Tyron's nape.

It's Zuo Chang!

If Tyrone insists on killing, he will surely have to pay with his men;

If he did not wish to die, he had no choice but to forcibly halt his offensive and turn back to provide support.

There is nothing to hesitate about.

Tyron immediately turned around, taking seven or eight steps back. He glared fiercely at Zuo Chang and said, "Even you—"

Zuo Chang roared, “Evil villain! You have attacked me three times in a row, how despicable! You have killed indiscriminately and are extremely cruel. Today, I, Zuo, will act on behalf of Heaven and kill you, you wicked man!”

"???"

What's wrong with you!

Zuo Chang activated his "Dragon-Tiger Nature," embodying the full power of wind, dragon, cloud, and tiger. A fierce wind howled within the small room, whipping up the hems of everyone's skirts and clothes.

Melville was initially surprised by Zuo Chang's imposing presence, but then, remembering something, she immediately pressed down on her skirt.

Tyron had no idea what had happened.

"It's really courting death!"

After all, he comes from the Herzegovina family, and his skills, tactics, and mental fortitude are all top-notch.

He quickly calmed down, chuckled, and thought to himself, "War demon, lend me your power!"

"..."

The demons of war remain silent.

The sword's momentum was like a mountain, crashing down with a deafening roar!

Tyron realized that Zuo Chang's combat strength was extremely formidable and his swordsmanship was exceptionally superb! When that sword struck just now, he couldn't find an angle to counterattack and could only dodge.

He was thrown into a frenzy, his mind racing: "So powerful! Who is he? A war demon! Lend me your power, I want to kill him!"

"...I won't lend it."

Good news, the devil of war has responded.

The bad news is, it won't lend.

Chapter 205 Who doesn't have some demonic power?

To the other adventurers, Zuo Chang was a god.

All adventurers initially only have "talent" and "skills," but Zuo Chang ingeniously created a unique "blessing" that is one of a kind in the world, thus adding an extra system for himself.

Among the blessings, there is also a "decisive weapon" that makes absolutely no sense—

The ability to instantly boost all attributes by 40 times, even though it only lasts for one hit, is undeniably deadly to others.

Even without using his ultimate weapon, Zuo Chang's combat ability is outstanding among adventurers of the same level.

All things considered, he is a perfect all-rounder, and the only thing currently limiting him is the weapon in his hand.

Although the Moon Crown Sword is a spiritual weapon, its materials are ultimately ordinary.

If he were to be given a famous sword, or even a more precious divine or holy sword, he would likely be the benchmark of the world and the ceiling of combat power in the seventh realm.

Without the power of the War Demon, Tyrion cannot contend with Zuo Chang!

He dodged hastily, crying out in his heart, "War demon! You need to fulfill your duty!"

The war demon sauntered in: "What duties?"

"As a condition for freeing you and allowing you to depend on me, you must provide power when I am in danger—this is written in the contract, don't you remember?"

"Hehe, hehehe..."

The demon let out a low laugh.

It remained calm and continued, “Of course I remember. But the contract says ‘when you are in danger,’ not ‘every time you are in danger’—Tyron, I remember I provided the power, and more than once. I have already fulfilled my duty, and you have no right to ask me to do it more often.”

That damned demon...

Tyron was furious, yet felt it was all justified.

That's what demons are like.

Cunning, fickle, unpredictable, and unruly.

But Tyronn is no pushover either.

His inner voice turned cold: "Your betrayal doesn't surprise me, you devil. To prevent the current situation, I can also invoke the supplementary clause—once in a lifetime, I can force you to provide me with power."

“Yes, yes.” The war demon remained calm. “You can use the supplementary terms, but once you do, it’s the same as setting me free. Think it through, force me to serve you, and I will be free immediately.”

Tyronn did not hesitate.

He decisively used the supplementary clauses to force the devil of war to serve him!

The War Demon sensed the binding force of the contract and asked, "Tyren, you can now choose how much power I will provide for you. The minimum, or all of it?"

Tyron grew increasingly agitated: "Minimum share! Now!"

"Hmph... the moment you made that choice, you lost everything."

The demon of war murmured its final words and fell into complete silence.

Then——

Dark magic surged forth, enveloping Tyrone's body.

Tyron's aura surged, his eyes turned blood red, and a chilling, eerie power erupted fiercely.

The powerful shockwave spread in all directions, pressing everyone present firmly against the wall.

Zuo Chang's relentless offensive had to be interrupted at this moment. He took three steps back, barely managing to withstand the oncoming force.

"This is……"

Lu Zheng frowned, unsure of what to do.

Melville was a descendant of a witch, and the power that Tyrone was unleashing at this moment was somewhat familiar to her.

This is--

She immediately shouted, "Demon power! Senior, be careful! This Tyron must have made a pact with some demon; he can borrow demon power!"

"Be careful? Heh... Is it too late to be careful now?"

Tyronn let out a long sigh of relief.

He felt great.

A boundless power was constantly generated, churning and surging within his body, seemingly without end.

Tyron felt like he was standing on a cloud, feeling an indescribable sense of exhilaration!

Soon, he felt a sense of loss again.

This immense power is only temporary...

The demon of war has left his body; after this battle, he will never again possess such surging power!

He looked up, his eyes filled with resentment as he stared at Zuo Chang: "You deserve to die! You've ruined my biggest trump card!"

Zuo Chang's expression was cold: "Demon! You've finally shown your true colors!"

"..."

What has this person been pretending to be all this time?

One minute they're saying "acting on behalf of Heaven," the next they're calling them "demons." Don't they feel ashamed to say these lines?

Incomprehensible.

Tyron lowered his body, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Zuo Chang: "I'm going to give you a cruel death. I'll let you know the price of angering me."

"You idiot! Do you even deserve it?"

Zuo Chang turned to Melville, whose face was grave: "Make your move."

"……what?"

Melville paused slightly, taken aback.

Does "take action" mean you're asking her to take action?

That's a demon...