As one of the Seven Archdukes of the Abyss, known as the Jealous Demon Lord, Levithan wields the formidable power of the sin of jealousy.
Legend speaks of his true form as an enormous sea beast with seven heads and ten horns, each crowned with a diadem and each head bearing a blasphemous title.
A mere glance from him can ignite the flames of jealousy within the insignificant, turning them to charred remains.
Though the scythe in Carlo’s hand was forged from a fragment of Levithan’s shattered claw, it exuded an astonishing magical potency.
With every swing of the scythe, Oliver’s knightly faith, steadfast for twenty years, disintegrated in an instant. The seeds of jealousy grew uncontrollably, making even the holy light struggle to coalesce.
A malevolent grin spread across Carlo’s face.
“Come on, then!”
With a slight mental command, the infernal flame at his heart surged forth, its crimson fire spreading across the scythe, radiating a formidable aura.
“Hallowed Light, protect!”
Oliver strained to utter the incantation, raising his dimly glowing knight’s sword to meet the blow.
The clash of blade against scythe produced a hissing sound.
The Jealous Scythe sliced through the great sword with ease, as effortlessly as a red-hot iron cutting through butter. The cut was uneven and marred with corrosive streaks.
“Damn it!”
Oliver’s resolve as a knight crumbled further, and he cursed in frustration.
Carlo’s laughter echoed with a dark, nocturnal glee. His broad bat wings blocked the moonlight, casting a shadow over Oliver’s furious face.
The satisfaction of overpowering someone with superior equipment was unparalleled, Carlo mused with immense pleasure.
Despite Oliver’s superior strength as a grand knight, Carlo effortlessly closed the gap with his weapon, surpassing and amplifying the disparity.
Oliver gasped for breath, his eyes betraying a glimmer of... fear.
Why hasn’t Lord Elijah intervened yet? I can’t afford to die like this!
For the first time in his life, the once-proud Paladin found himself considering escape.
“Praise the Holy Light!”
Oliver pulled out a meticulously crafted scroll from his chest. With hurried words, he unleashed a burst of dazzling white light from the scroll and hurled it toward Carlo before swiftly fleeing.
It was only natural for someone of Oliver’s high standing in the church to carry such life-saving artifacts.
Carlo sliced through the white light, the scattered radiance causing intense burning pain. The pain, however, only intensified the red glow in his eyes.
Carlo spread his wings and pursued, his demonic speed vastly outstripping Oliver’s.
He soon caught up with the panicked knight, raising his scythe high.
“Stop, you demon!” A booming voice came from Carlo’s left. He turned to see Calaposs, with a sharp dagger pressed against her pale neck, held by the very priest Carlo resented.
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“Lord Elijah,” Oliver, resembling a stray dog, ran to the priest’s side, his gaze filled with hatred for Carlo.
“Be cautious of the demon’s scythe.”
Elijah’s face was stern. “Oliver, you have disappointed me greatly.”
“Lord...” Oliver bowed his head in shame.
Carlo scrutinized the man seemingly of higher rank than Oliver, a smirk curling his lips.
When a demon smiles, it is often at its most dangerous.
Carlo embodied all the malevolent traits of abyssal demons—cunning, cruelty, jealousy, pettiness, and a thirst for vengeance.
Seeing the man who nearly purified him with holy light, Carlo was overwhelmed with a wild urge to savor his flesh and blood.
It must be delicious, Carlo thought, licking his lips in anticipation.
He advanced toward them with deliberate steps.
“I said, step back!” Elijah’s gaze was steely, his voice cold and commanding.
He applied pressure, causing a stream of glaring blood to flow from Calaposs’s neck.
“Otherwise, your servant will die.”
Carlo’s grin widened, his steps quickening as the massive, blood-red scythe dragged across the ground with a rasping sound.
As the demonic figure drew nearer, Oliver couldn’t help but swallow hard, instinctively retreating. But soon, a wave of immense shame surged within him.
How could a knight of the Holy Light feel fear, how could he retreat?
Overcome with shame, Oliver squared his shoulders and advanced a few steps. Suddenly, he was horrified to discover...
The demon had vanished?
“Be careful, Oliver.”
In the next moment, a fierce, handsome face appeared suddenly before Oliver, accompanied by a blinding red light.
“In the name of the Holy Light...” Fear fueled his strength, Oliver roared, attempting to draw his sword, only to find his right hand’s sword seemingly drifting away from him.
Oliver’s last vision was of a blood-stained moon.
“Oliver...” Elijah’s voice trembled as the church’s mightiest, fearless knight was cleaved from the right side, falling to the ground, dead with eyes wide open.
Carlo gazed at Oliver’s corpse with a sigh, “It would have been nice if you had left that sword for me...”
Elijah remained stoic, retreating slowly with Calaposs in tow.
The holy light had not yet extinguished, giving him a fighting chance, but sweat continued to bead on his forehead.
“The Holy Light is everywhere; darkness will eventually fade. You will be nailed to a cross by the first light of dawn,” Elijah said, staring resolutely at Carlo.
Carlo nodded with a smile, “I hope you live to see that moment.”
Elijah pressed down harder on the dagger, eliciting a pained groan from Calaposs.
“Step back! You demon.” Elijah hissed, shielding himself behind Calaposs. If the demon swung his scythe again, Calaposs would be the first to fall.
Calaposs’s face showed a look of guilt. “Master, just abandon me...”
“Swish.” The air rang with a crisp sound, like a scythe harvesting wheat.
Calaposs’s final words were choked in her throat. Her once-beautiful face was now half gone, the other half falling alongside Elijah’s severed arm.
In the demon’s lexicon, there is no concept of yielding to threats.
“You... you demon...” The shock and fear in Elijah’s heart overshadowed the intense pain in his body. He stumbled backward, trembling uncontrollably.
“Bingo.” Carlo snapped his fingers with satisfaction, smiling broadly. “Correct. There’s a reward.”
Carlo tossed the Jealous Scythe aside, his body began to expand, shedding hair and extending sharp, narrow demonic horns from his head.
He fully revealed his demonic form—a nearly two-meter-tall figure, strong, malevolent, and both menacing and handsome.
“I will ensure your death is as painful as possible.” After consuming the fruit of sin, his form had undergone a significant transformation. Though still a lesser demon, his demonic body was comparable to that of a major demon.
Carlo’s voice grew hoarse and deep, his lips curling into a sinister smile.
In the next moment, his sharp fangs burst forth from his lips, viciously lunging at Elijah.
Under the silent night sky, a series of piercing, despairing screams echoed, lasting for what felt like an eternity.
Carlo wiped his mouth with satisfaction...
Elijah’s body lay sprawled on the ground, barely recognizable. Nearby were Calaposs’s half-face and Oliver, cleaved into two.
All were dead.
The rewards were substantial. Oliver contributed 1500 experience points and 15000 evil points. In addition to his divine grace status, his strength as a grand knight added to the gains.
Regrettably, Elijah wasn’t a child of divine grace. He was merely an ordinary man, lacking even the strength of a grand knight, yielding only 200 experience points.
Even Calaposs, who died most unjustly, contributed 100 experience points. Carlo had hoped to find a body to resurrect her, but unfortunately, Calaposs’s soul was consumed by the infernal flame, becoming fertilizer.
Carlo checked his experience points: 6967/10000. He was on the verge of leveling up and felt a surge of satisfaction.
However, with Calaposs dead, he was now without anyone to help him locate the child of divine grace.
Carlo stroked his chin, feeling the dried blood, which had a slightly rough texture.
Suddenly, he thought of a place where he might find what he needed.