From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty

Chapter 233: Chapter 223: Exorcising Demons

The air in the room felt as if it had solidified, an icy temperature carried an unsettling chill, and with every breath Byrne took, his lungs felt as though they were being sliced by sharp blades. The concentrated malice spread through the air, permeating every corner like an invisible black fog.

The slender black shadow was the demon.

Demons are mystical beings that dwell in hell, evil entities without physical form. Their manifestations in the real world are nothing but projections from the realm of mystical studies; even if they are destroyed here, it does not affect their true form in hell.

The surrounding air was biting cold as the shadowy demon maliciously reached out with its shadowy hand, unhesitatingly clawing towards Byrne.

The threats Byrne and Marzo faced were not only from the slender shadow demon.

Another creature, black as pitch and resembling a cheetah, had also suddenly made its appearance in the room. It too was a demon, lunging out of the corner straight at Marzo.

Instantaneous Transfer.

In Byrne's hands now floated an invisible sand table, and in the next instant, the slender shadow demon abruptly appeared before Marzo, blocking the path of the pitch-black cheetah demon.

His intention was to have the two demons attack each other, but to his surprise, the pitch-black cheetah demon passed right through, crossing the body of the shadow demon.

"Huh?"

Byrne was astonished to see the cheetah demon nearly pounce on Marzo. However, the emerald elf exuded immense agility, retreating swiftly like a flying bird, twisting in mid-air, before lightly landing.

"Boom!"

The cheetah demon slammed into the ground ferociously but completely missed Marzo.

The ground was instantly shattered, the cheetah demon's strength was immense, but that wasn't even its most troublesome trait. What was truly frightening was the aura it emitted, reminiscent of both hell and the abyss, as if anything it touched would be obliterated in an instant.

Marzo quickly judged that she absolutely could not let that thing touch her—as one touch could kill her.

Taking advantage of the moment, Byrne glanced at Viscount Bast, and then he froze.

The stalwart old man had completely lost consciousness and lay feebly on the ground without moving, his aged body trembling continuously.

He had never seen Viscount Bast so defenseless, so vulnerably powerless, almost like an infant, soft and easily struck down.

It was only at this moment that Byrne fully realized Viscount Bast had truly aged.

Suddenly, the entire world seemed to topple over.

The slender black wraith-like shadow had, at some unknown moment, stretched out its hand, pressing swiftly down on Byrne's shadow. The instant his shadow was pressed, Byrne's world completely collapsed, and then he found himself falling toward the sky!

"What is this power?"

Byrne's entire body slammed hard against the ceiling, but instead of panicking, he leaned against it, gazing intently at the slender wraith-like shadow.

"Fire."

He waved his hand, releasing many fiery butterflies, swiftly engulfing the slender shade demon.

Times had changed.

A wave of heat enveloped him, almost suffocating with its scorching intensity.

These fiery butterflies were much hotter and more agile than when Byrne was only a "Mysterious Scholar"; they struck the slender wraith-like demon's body in an instant.

It caught fire!

The fiery power hurt the slender wraith-like demon, which, despite having no face or organs for speech, still emitted a sorrowful and mournful scream that made one's skin crawl.

"Swoosh!"

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Marzo's hand moved with incredible speed, firing a razor-sharp arrow, but it merely passed through the body of the cheetah demon, causing no damage.

The emerald elf stared at the demon expressionlessly, showing no sign of panic over her ineffective shot.

"I remember reading in a book that those creatures don't fear physical harm, they must be dealt with using other methods imbued with mystical concepts! Such as fire! Ice! Lightning!"

"Understood."

An arrogant smile once again graced the elf's face as she nimbly dodged the attacks time and again, then loosed another arrow.

Though this arrow looked no different from the previous one, the moment it struck the cheetah demon, it caused the beast to howl in pain and collapse to the ground, its effect even more pronounced than the flames Byrne had used.

"That is the breath of natural forces..."

Byrne's eyebrows lifted, continually suppressing the slender wraith-like demon with fire, and he immediately noticed that the second arrow fired by the emerald elf sprouted fresh green shoots, exuding a strong presence of natural life that permeated the entire room.

So, Marzo could directly infuse natural power into her weapons.

Suddenly, an arrow from Marzo aimed at Bast, but she gave up after Byrne glanced at her.

The battle between the two sides didn't last long; having found the knack, Byrne and Marzo quickly came out victorious.

They were always in control of their power, trying not to destroy the room as much as possible because there were many ordinary people in the manor, and if the two of them had gone all out, they could have killed a very large number of innocents.

Moreover, Viscount Bast himself was in a completely unguarded state at the time; if they had attacked without any scruples, they might have harmed Viscount Bast as well.

When the demons were thoroughly defeated, they emitted large amounts of black smoke from their bodies, which eventually dispersed and disappeared.

"How is he?"

Marzo calmly glanced at Byrne, who was helping Viscount Bast up, and inquired.

"It seems to be no major problem, he has just fallen into a coma for some reason, that's all."

Byrne shook his head indifferently, extending his hand to deliver a dose of medicine to Viscount Bast's mouth, then waited for him to wake up.

The remaining Extraordinary Exponents from Ahornblatt Manor began to arrive one after another, and Chief Renzo was the first to reach. He initially thought Byrne had made a move on Bast and it took him a few seconds to understand the general situation.

"What exactly happened here just now?"

He took a deep breath, his brows furrowed as he looked at Byrne and demanded an explanation.

"Why are there signs of battle in the room."

Byrne couldn't help but recall twenty years ago when Renzo had questioned him in the same way; deep down, he never really liked Renzo.

He nodded gently and said calmly,

"It might be the consequence of using some Forbidden rare artifact; he suddenly turned like this. I'm not very clear about the specifics; we need the Viscount to wake up and explain himself."

Finally, Viscount Bast opened his eyes again, looking somewhat confusedly around him.

He expressed his gratitude in a hoarse voice, "Thank you for saving me, Byrne, Madam Marzo."

Byrne immediately asked with concern, "How are you feeling now?"

Renzo also rapidly and anxiously said, "What exactly happened just now, brother?"

Viscount Bast laughed and said in a low voice:

"It's nothing too serious, just a backlash from the Forbidden rare artifact; you don't need to inquire about the details, I don't want to tell everything."

Everyone exchanged glances; since Viscount Bast had said as much, clearly if they continued to ask, it would be an unwelcome behavior.

Then, the old man issued another command.

"The rest of you may leave now, Byrne, you stay behind, I have a few words to say to you."

Viscount Bast looked into Byrne's eyes, and Renzo and the others could only obey the command, leaving the room one by one.

However, Marzo did not heed Viscount Bast's obligation and instead calmly looked at Byrne.

Byrne politely said, "Please step outside for a moment, Madam Marzo."

"Okay."

Marzo nodded slightly and turned to leave the room.

Afterward, only Byrne and Viscount Bast remained in the room.

After a long silence, Viscount Bast slowly stood up and then retrieved a bottle of expensive champagne from a hidden compartment of the bookcase, revealing a sincere smile.

"That elf earlier sure was arrogant. Byrne Fischer, would you care to hear my story? For some reason, I feel a bit like talking about something sentimental now."

"Mhm."

Byrne nodded, as he had always been curious about Viscount Bast, not just him but probably ninety-nine percent of the people on the East Coast were interested in the tales of Viscount Bast.

However, very few people in the world could truly enter Viscount Bast's heart.

When the champagne was gently tilted, the golden liquid flowed out, with bubbles dancing in the liquid, shimmering like precious gems emitting a faint glow.

The two of them sat face to face on either side of the table; after pouring the champagne, Viscount Bast raised a glass but didn't drink it immediately, instead gazing at it for a long time.

"It was over seventy years ago; one night, a common noble scion was born into the Leone family."