"K... Kevla, Miss Kevla!?"

Erica stood frozen in place, completely taken aback that the newcomer was none other than Gwen's sister.

Seeing this purple-haired beauty, Henie was equally confused.

"Erica, who is this...?"

"This is... the sister of Gwen, the Knight Commander of the Royal Knights."

Seeing Henie still looking bewildered, seemingly trying to piece together the relationships, Erica waved her hand dismissively.

"Never mind, it's too complicated to explain right now."

Hearing the two of them discussing her, Kevla narrowed her eyes and chuckled softly:

"Well then, Erica, can you tell big sister what you're doing here?"

"Also, it's not good for children to play with fire."

She was, of course, referring to Erica's magic from earlier.

Devin Reiser let out a sudden sigh of relief. Just moments ago, he thought he was about to meet his end.

Fortunately, this woman who appeared out of nowhere had saved him just in time.

With the immediate threat to his life gone, Devin reverted to his initial arrogant demeanor.

"Hey! You there! I don't care who you are! Save me quickly! I can give you anything you want."

Before he could finish speaking, several sharp blades instantly pierced the ground around Devin Reiser, missing his head by mere inches.

"I didn't give you permission to speak, so keep your mouth shut."

She warned him without even glancing his way.

Terrified, Devin promptly closed his mouth, not daring to utter another word.

The world fell silent, and Kevla turned her gaze to Henie, a dangerous glint flashing in her eyes.

"So, young lady, don't you think you owe us an explanation?"

Henie felt a bit scared, sensing the intense hostility from the other party. She instinctively took half a step back.

Seeing this, Erica quickly stepped between them to explain.

"It was Devin Reiser who first humiliated Henie, and he did many terrible things!"

"Such a menace absolutely cannot be allowed to remain at the academy..."

However, she had barely gotten halfway through when Kevla cut her off.

"Enough, Erica, you don't need to say more."

"Actually, I don't care about the life or death of that fat pig."

Hearing these words, Devin Reiser's nerves tensed up again.

From the sound of it, he might still be facing death?

But at the moment, no one seemed to care about him.

Kevla looked at Erica, the usual smile gone from her face.

"He should be dealt with by others, not you, Erica."

"Your father's position is not stable, especially after last time."

"If you make a mistake this time, Viktor won't be there to help you again."

Hearing Kevla's words, Erica felt a bit panicked.

She didn't want to cause trouble for her father, nor did she want to rely on Viktor for everything.

So, she hurriedly tried to explain:

"We could easily frame his death on a demon..."

The moment she mentioned demons, Kevla's expression changed.

It became incredibly cold and sharp.

"It seems you do know something after all."

Erica's body froze, every hair on her body standing on end.

She sensed danger.

Even during the volcano incident, when death seemed imminent, she hadn't felt this way.

It was the pressure emanating from Kevlar.

She was terrifying.

As if she had shed her usual disguise, the real Kevla was like a fearsome hunter.

'Does Kevla want to kill me?'

'No... that's not it!'

This tangible killing intent wasn't directed at her.

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As if passing her by, the murderous aura was locked onto the person behind her.

Erica whirled around, her gaze fixed intently on Henie behind her.

"Henie!"

Almost simultaneously, Henie seemed to lose all reason.

The tentacles around her began to writhe wildly, as if reacting to this incredible killing intent.

"So it is a demon vessel after all."

Kevla's expression gradually turned manic.

As early as yesterday, she had caught a scent on Erica.

It was a filthy odor that only demons emitted.

Very special, and hard to discern.

But as an experienced demon hunter, Kevla had killed countless demons and their hosts.

She was bathed in demon blood, and under this tangible killing intent, demon vessels would react and lose their reason.

Now, Henie's state has confirmed everything.

At this point, Erica also realized why Kevla had appeared here.

"So, when you asked me yesterday where I'd been..."

"It was because of this demon, wasn't it?"

She opened her mouth, wanting to get an answer from Kevla.

However, Kevla no longer had the energy to answer her. Her killing intent surged forth like a tidal wave, utterly frenzied.

Her purple hair even began to emit a faint glow.

Kevla licked her lips, an excited expression one might have when facing prey.

But she didn't forget to warn Erica.

"Erica, stay away from her."

She didn't need to say more; anyone could see that Henie's current state was abnormal.

The ink shadows on the ground seemed to respond to a command, quickly gathering to envelop Henie.

Soon, a completely black ink shadow had wrapped around her, though Henie's face was still vaguely visible.

Suddenly, the several silver daggers on the ground linked together, forming ripples that controlled her in the very center.

An intricate silver magic array instantly appeared before them.

Long ago, Kevla had been chasing this demon, pursuing it from all over the world to the capital.

And now, she has finally caught it. She absolutely wouldn't let it escape again.

Henie cried out in pain, and ripples appeared in the surrounding magic array as magic began to spontaneously generate around her.

The instinct for survival made her automatically start to resist.

Erica hadn't expected things to unfold so suddenly. She anxiously watched the standoff between the two, stomping her foot.

"Professor Viktor! Come help quickly!"

The next second, Kevla and Henie clashed.

Countless tentacles, like whips carrying sharp thorns, sliced through the air with lethal intent!

Tearing through layers of air, they stabbed towards Kevla.

Kevla's rapidly moving silver dual blades fended off the onslaught, but two fists were no match for countless tentacles.

Two tentacles pierced through the gaps in her defense!

"Ugh."

Kevla felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen. Looking down, she saw that those two tentacles had torn open a bloody gash in her body.

The two tentacles were still trying to invade her body, attempting to completely disembowel her.

Kevla seized Henie's moment of sluggishness, retreating backward and flipping her dual blades to sever the two tentacles.

The injured tentacles turned into two puddles of liquid on the ground.

Kevla hastily took out a vial of red potion and took a sip, briefly replenishing her strength, then quickly wrapped a bandage around her wound.

"Kevla!"

Erica called out in concern, but in the current situation, she was powerless to intervene.

Kevla charged upward once again, and the dark tentacles on Henie's body came at her once more.

She stepped on one tentacle and flipped into the air, the tentacle predictably folding back to pursue her.

A cold light flashed in Kevla's eyes, and in an instant, her form flickered madly like a meteor.

In a flash of white light, she appeared behind Henie.

The silver dagger seemed to possess a special power, easily slicing through the black membrane covering Henie's body.

Two wounds were left, with thin streams of blood flowing from Henie's back.

Henie cried out in pain, the sensation seeming to restore her consciousness.

The next second, she felt her vision go dark as she completely passed out.

"Henie!"

Erica cried out in alarm, Henie's fainting making her feel incredibly uneasy.

However, Kevla had already done a backflip, moving away from Henie and landing steadily on the ground.

"Such poor combat skills, trying to use the same trick twice."

Kevla twirled the dagger in her hand. She had deliberately left an opening to make herself appear injured, in order to catch the moment of attack.

She had indeed fallen for it.

Kevla tore off the bloody bandage on her body, revealing her waist.

The powerful recovery ability of demon hunters had already completely healed her wound.

Not even a scar remained.

Suddenly, the surrounding tentacles began to move unconsciously, as if going completely berserk.

Kevla held her dagger in front of her, her expression extremely serious.

"Something's not right."

Any demon vessel, after being attacked by her special daggers, would forcibly separate from its host's body.

Kevla's seemingly harmful attack on Henie was actually meant to help her break free from the demon's control.

But now, not only had the demon's true form not left its host, but instead...

"The power has become even more violent?"

She couldn't understand. The next second, an even thicker layer of ink attached itself to Henie's body.

A resonant sound, as if from the abyss, emanated from Henie's body.

"Guh... You're really impressive, demon hunter."

Hearing this title, Erica was suddenly stunned.

Miss Kevla is a demon hunter!?

Demon hunters, also known as demon slayers, were the absolute nemesis of demons.

No wonder Kevla had asked her those questions.

As early as when she first met her, she might have already smelled Henie's demonic scent on her.

Seeing that the other party had identified her identity, Kevla wasn't surprised. Only an uncontrollable ferocity flashed in her purple pupils.

The bloodline of demon hunters made it difficult for her to control her emotions when facing such filthy creatures.

That was the instinct to hunt demons.

If she could maintain clarity before, now, when the demon's true form appeared, she began to lose her reason.

Henie's body stood up mechanically like a marionette, and the ink shadow behind her began to expand continuously.

In an instant, the gushing ink completely engulfed Henie.

Erica watched everything unfolding before her, frozen in disbelief.

A dark and massive body began to gradually rise from within the ink.

Henie's small shadow obviously couldn't easily reveal the demon's true form.

So, it extended a circular mouth, devouring the boundaries of the shadow.

In an instant, the shadow expanded to an exaggerated size.

What emerged was a head with two horns, eyeless and noseless, only a giant head with a hundred-meter-long tongue.

It spewed a jet of ink towards the sky, completely covering the already gloomy sky with endless darkness.

The body seemed to squeeze out of the black clouds, as blob after blob of liquid-like flesh began to rise from the black shadow, forming into a small mountain.

The frantically expanding body forced Erica and Kevla to retreat dozens of meters.

The two of them stared at the enormous monster before them.

Kevla became even more excited, her body trembling like a wild beast.

Erica looked at the sky-blocking giant hand and the frenzied Kevla, her mind momentarily blank.

This was clearly not something they could defeat.

The demon's bloated body suddenly tore open a vertical slit in front, abruptly opening.

Thousands of sharp teeth, and a foul-smelling mucus mixed with the corpses of various creatures.

Those were all the demon's trophies.

Kevla could no longer contain herself. Demon hunters do not fear any demon.

This also leads to demon hunters having only two possible outcomes in life.

One is to never see a demon in their lifetime, the other is to be killed by a powerful demon while hunting.

Fearlessly, she transformed into an arrow of white light, instantly bursting forth.

However.

She had underestimated the demon.

The moment she stepped onto the demon's body, a powerful dark giant hand grabbed Kevla by the throat.

Seeing her pained expression, the demon laughed.

Its laughter was piercingly shrill, like the terror of plunging into an abyss, piercing Kevla's eardrums.

"You had fun hitting me earlier, little one."

"Now, it's my turn to hit back."