Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

The demons stopped fighting and stared blankly at the pillar of light, at Lyle bathed in holy light.

The demons have erupted!

"It's Lord Remontos! That's the holy light of Lord Remontos, the King of the Abyss!"

"Lord Raimontos is watching our battle!"

"The Plague Doctor, Prince of the Abyss, is there! Challenge him! Defeat him! Conquer him! We will gain the favor of the Fallen King! We will bask in his glory!"

"Supreme glory! By Remontos!!!!"

"Charge!!!!!"

Lyle stood there, stunned, bathed in the only beam of light in the hellish landscape.

He had been exposed, and the demons charged at him like bulls in heat.

Lyle was stunned.

Chapter 398 The Prince of the Black Abyss

"Charge! Plague Doctors! Kill them! Put them to trial!"

The dean used enchanted chains to bind Raymond, pulling the hot-blooded Raymond back to his seat.

Seeing Raymond still flailing his arms and legs despite being bound, the dean sighed.

"What exactly did that plague doctor do to offend you?"

The Hell Plane.

Lyle was sprinting, followed by several demons who had entered a berserk state. They had completely forgotten about fighting each other; all of them had only one goal in mind: Lyle, their idol, Remontos.

"Mr. Raymond, you've really screwed me over." As he exhaled the last breath from his chest, Lyle's eyes shone with divine light.

"Indeed, victory inevitably requires fighting, and it is impossible to hide under the wing of a mentor for a lifetime. Struggle is the best way to hone one's knowledge."

"You bunch of stupid demons, don't go too far!"

Nia's tentacles unfurled from behind, and Velimro's enormous bone claws spread out like wings.

Lyle turned around and faced the demon who was right in front of him.

"The plague messenger, spreading curses, the curse of aging."

"Flesh and blood riot, maggots clinging to bones."

"Vilimro, transform, spiral gun."

The demon's robust body and twisted black tentacles collided in mid-air, and sparks flew as the Villimurro Claws transformed into spears and demon weapons clashed, tearing the surrounding land apart with shockwaves.

Having just blocked a strike from a demonic greatsword, Nia immediately pulled Lyle away from his original position. Facing the sinister dagger, Lyle, moving through the air, extended his palm.

"Heretical growth is an enemy of itself."

Prolonged exposure to the plague had already made them terminally ill. And now, the plague was truly showing its power.

The demon was howling and roaring, his flesh was twisting and contorting, and beneath it, his ribs were writhing restlessly. Finally, the bones pierced through the flesh and blood, penetrating from the side of his torso.

However, this is only for the purpose of fixing.

The massive skeletal lance spun rapidly upon impact, piercing the demon from above and sending it obediently awaiting its resurrection.

"The first one." Lyle was momentarily excited to have taken down a worthy opponent for the first time. Realizing his heart was racing, Lyle immediately controlled Nia to absorb the excess adrenaline in her blood.

Yes, Lyle now is a lich, a sophisticated fighting machine.

Nia's shapeshifting ability, the profound effects of the plague, and the sharpness of Vilimro's Claws made Lyle realize that he did indeed have a chance of winning, as long as he didn't run out of strength and energy.

Nia can rapidly adjust her position, granting herself the mobility of an assassin. The plague disrupts the enemy, turning the attack of Vilimro's Claw into a fatal blow, but all of this consumes her own magic power.

To be honest, since entering Hell, his body and mind have been under tremendous pressure. Lyle feels that his consciousness is like a candle in the wind, not knowing when it will be extinguished.

I am not one of those monstrous demons, so I don't need to expend energy.

Lyle had figured out why the demons were so energetic. It was the lingering black energy clinging to their legs and feet. That was the power of hell, the source of the demons' strength. The demons didn't fight without expending energy; rather, their losses were replenished in an instant.

The demons are not mindless fools; they displayed their cunning when they held this competition. This was malice directed at me alone.

Lyle is an enemy of the demons, and also an enemy of the entire hell plane.

He smiled helplessly, thinking to himself, "These demons really think highly of me. I'm just a newly unlocked level three spirit summoner. Is it really necessary for you to fight on your home turf and gang up on me?"

Lyle was unaware that the demons had long regarded him as an unparalleled powerhouse. They had placed him in the position of challenger, and naturally, they would stop at nothing to stop them. Ultimately, the title of Prince of the Abyss, and the favor bestowed upon him by Remontos, were simply too heavy a burden.

The fact that a companion was killed in a mishap proves that Lyle's strength is not something that can be defeated in a one-on-one fight.

The demons weren't incapable of teamwork; they simply hadn't encountered enemies that required it. However, the glory of Remontos overshadowed their pride, and so Lyle began to suffer.

Lyle understood the source of their power: a hellish power, imbued with deep fear, buried beneath the soil of the hellish plane—the power of fear itself. The demons were the executors of chaos, the spreaders of fear.

Lyle had anticipated this; his mentor, Ferma Black Abyss, had warned him about it from the very beginning, and now he was indeed feeling it.

Lyle wielded Vilimro's Claws with less difficulty than expected. Focusing on the surface of the bone claws, he could see a thin, veil-like black aura. That was also the power of fear. It seemed Vilimro's flesh contained demonic blood, so Mr. Miracle must have been among those who betrayed him. This reckless behavior was definitely his doing.

The fact that Vilimro's Claws can also absorb the power of hell is a stroke of luck amidst misfortune. Next, we need to increase the attack frequency of the Bone Armor.

Lyle's brief moment of contemplation was shattered by the demonic attack. A bone claw transformed into a bone shield, protecting his body. The demons' attacks intensified, striking like a pack of wolves, one after another. They didn't aim for effective kills, but rather channeled the impact of their attacks into themselves through the bone shield. The demons relied on their innate superhuman strength, trying to shatter Lyle's fragile balance. Once his stance was broken, the fallen prey would be at their mercy.

The relentless impact was like waves crashing against Lyle's body. His frail human body could feel the demon's monstrous strength, even though it was greatly reduced by Nia and the bone shield. It felt like a hammer was pounding on his heart.

It's still... still bearable.

Lyle's body was like a small boat in a storm, teetering on the brink of collapse.

But this was exactly one of Lyle's plans. Each attack from the demons would cause him to take a small step back, behind him was the portal. He would use the large shield to confuse the enemy and use the impact to keep retreating.

This was precisely Lyle's escape route.

That's how it should have gone.

In the ruins where the giant spinal wheel first exploded, the black bone wheel trembled.

With a loud bang, it suddenly exploded.

A demonic shadow shot straight up into the clouds, shrinking into a tiny dot in mid-air. Its black body continued to grow larger, falling towards Lyle like a meteorite.

His skin was as deep as shadow, with crimson demonic runes emanating from his chest etched onto muscles as solid as steel. One of his spiraling demonic horns was broken, and his golden vertical eyes were filled with a fanatical crimson. Black hellish power enveloped his entire body, and his arrogant, maniacal laughter amplified as his burning fist loomed in front of Lyle.

Lyle felt like a fragile wooden door struck by a battering ram, the fist sinking the bone shield, breaking his right hand, and then slamming into his chest.

Monster, a monster of power.

Lyle tumbled through the air like a rag doll before crashing to the ground.

Blood rushed into her mouth, and Nia began to repair Lyle's body.

With his right hand broken and the two lowest ribs on his left side snapped, blocking his pain receptors, Lyle felt his body become cold and unfamiliar.

Fourth order, and not just any ordinary fourth order.

Looking at the tall, smiling demon, Lyle asked his question.

"Who are you?" How could a monster like you be mixed in with the new recruits of the demon race? Are you really from the same generation?

The demon, exuding a wild aura, revealed a smile, perhaps intending to express goodwill, but Lyle, lying on the ground, looked arrogant no matter how you looked at him.

“I’ve wanted to meet you for a long time, Doctor of Plague.”

“I am Gaugalan Black Abyss.”

"I have the same title as you."

"My friends, call me..."

"Prince of the Black Abyss".

Chapter 399 For Andre

Prince of the Abyss, Gao Jialan, Black Abyss.

The royal family of the Black Abyss Demon Clan, the future rulers.

The terrifying aura, far surpassing that of its kind, rendered the originally sunny smile cold.

The two "Princes of the Abyss" stared at each other, one high above, the other with his head held high. One wore a smile, the other felt pain.

Gorgalan possessed everything royalty should have. His handsome, wild face even appeared artistic in comparison to his tall, muscular physique; his perfect body, in both strength and appearance, would make Lyle feel ashamed of himself.

The seemingly joking title of "Prince of the Abyss," along with the smile on Gao Jialan's face, had the same effect, trampling Lyle's dignity into the filthy blood. A sense of inferiority and shame arose in Lyle's heart—that of foolish arrogance.

Gao Jialan gazed at Lyle's prostrate body on the ground, gradually relaxing his guard. He smiled and greeted Lyle.

“I’ve heard of the Plague Doctor’s name for a long time. Another Black Abyss Prince. Do you know how it feels when you hear that name appear again, especially when it’s related to Lord Raymondos? Plague Doctor.” Gao Jialan clenched his fists, looking at the crystal fragments attached to his arms. Power flowed within him.

"That was excitement! My blood was boiling, it was about to burst! Finally, I had a competitor as good as me!"

"We are the same, Physician. Our strength far surpasses that of our generation, and we will certainly have many things in common! We can become very good friends, we will stand at the same height, and we will fight each other!"

"I've been looking forward to it, fantasizing about fighting with the Plague Doctor, shattering each other's spines! Blood splattering everywhere, covered in wounds! That would be... what a joy that would be!"

Lyle heard Gaugaran's laughter. The Black Abyss Prince raised his head and looked up at the dark, hellish sky, as if witnessing a future that did not exist.

Gao Jialan lowered her head and smiled shyly like a child.

"Haha, I forgot, the Hell plane doesn't have a starry sky, it doesn't have such a magnificent view."

"It's as if everything didn't go as I wished..."

Gao Jialan's lips slowly turned down, and the power of fear surrounding the Black Abyss royal family burned like flames.

"I organized this Hellfire Invitational Tournament and sincerely invited the Plague Doctor."

"But... Doctor of Plague...why are you so weak?!"

Suddenly, Gao Jialan erupted, his furious iron fist hurtling towards Lyle.

Nia's tentacles hastily dragged Lyle away from his spot, and Gaugaran's fist slammed into the ground. Like a grenade exploding at his feet, shattered rock fragments flew in all directions like bullets, scraping against the air around Lyle and crashing into the deformed bone shield.

The battle has begun.