Chapter 1389: Chapter 1387: Visitor from Hell
Since the initial location of Makoms City was determined to be on the opposite side of the Pandora planet from London, the position was personally set by the Mother Matrix.
The main reason was to ensure that the new demons from a different world could not find any information about them when they first arrived at Pandora.
Therefore, the Death God and Marlon, attempting a stealthy move, had to cross over half of the planet to get back⊠a distance over ten times greater than the Beheading King, who was rushing over from the Hyperion companyâs station line.
Barely arriving in time.
Five minutes earlier
The Death God and Marlon, one after another, stepped back into the metal desert region where London was located.
At that moment, they witnessed a hundred-meter-high scarlet sarcophagus rising from the ground near London⊠Despite the overwhelming scent of blood belonging to Shaia, it couldnât conceal the regal aura mixed within.
Instantaneously.
The veins on Marlonâs forehead bulged, and the Hell Warhorse beneath him burst forth with an indescribable speed, somehow catching up to the Death God, who was already more agile.
âAlex, leave the situation with Shaia to me⊠You head straight into the city.â
âHmm.â
Alex didnât say much else, stowing away the silver scythe on his back and pouring more energy into his steed, speeding off into the distance and widening the gap with Marlon once again.
He whisked past both The Beheading King and Captain Shaia, heading towards the city.
âGame balanceâ implies that the number of individuals at the same tier is equivalent, and there must still be an enemy King that requires Alex to âmanageâ.
âŠ
At this very moment.
Marlonâs gaze was neither on the Giant Dragon hovering high above nor on London City, which had been bisected in two.
His pupils narrowed, focused.
He locked his eyes on Shaia, who was coughing up fresh blood, her body having endured numerous telepathic chop strikes, kneeling on the ground.
Had he arrived even five seconds later, Shaia would have perished here.
In an instant, various images of the two of them flashed through his mind, intertwined with some deeply memorable dialogues.
Secret Room of the Bell Tower
âClockmaker, where did this girl come from? We are about to undertake a high-difficulty event and donât have time to take care of her.â
âMy name is Shaia Cornwall, Iâm 18 years old. Although I havenât joined the Knight Regiment, Iâve completed my Breaking the Breed~ Iâm quite powerful; donât believe me? Cut off your hand, and Iâll fix it right away.â
Private room in a bar
Marlon, holding an unwilling Death God with one arm and a super-sized glass of liquor with the other, poured the drink into his mouth with abandon.
Sitting opposite him was the twenty-year-old Shaia, her hair tied up high in a ponytail.
âCongratulations to big brother Marlon on becoming the commander of the Hell Knight Corps, [Demon Guard Unit]!â
âNo big deal~ I, Marlon, will surely become the captain within ten years, and eventually, the strongest knight of the Holy City, leading the Hell Knight Corps to exterminate all demons outside the City, burp~
By the way! Shaia, what do you plan to do in the future?â
âMe? I want to open a hospital to provide the best treatment for all humankind.â
âIs that all?â
âYep!â
In front of the Bell Towerâs gates
âI will return in no more than five⊠at most ten years! The rules in Hell are simply too cumbersome.â
Shaia, having outgrown her childishness and adorned with a layer of maturity, had teary eyes as she gazed at Marlon, nodding firmly: âAlright, Iâll wait for you for ten years!â
Little did she know, Marlonâs departure would last over thirty years, with the road to kingship far from being as simple as he had imagined.
And so, he always harbored guilt, even developing some Inner Demons during the final stages of becoming king⊠but with his type of character, it was very difficult for him to express it face to face.
Staring at Shaia, who nearly faced execution, Marlon fell into a rare state of furious rage.
âYou motherfucker, dare to lay a finger on her and see what happens!â
A hellish domain that tears apart the rules of the world, along with overwhelming anger, started spreading madly behind him.
It didnât merely turn the Metal Desert into Scorched Hell,
but even faintly established a connection to the vast world â Hell, separated only by a thin membrane.
Hordes of massive Hell Demon Soldiers, sensing the presence of their king, crowded at the channel, eager to tear through the membrane and assist Marlon in battle.
Even three Hell Demon Kings of the same rank as Marlon, but with much greater seniority, felt the emergence of the worldâs membrane, and their true bodies crossed the layers of Hell, arriving opposite the membrane.
They looked towards the Beheading King not far away with eyes full of hate, venom, and scorn.
In an instant, the Beheading Kingâs tranquil Heart Lake was disturbed by great ripples, forcing her to retreat two steps and raise a defensive stanceâŠcompletely forgetting about Shaia, whom she was about to execute.
However, the planet Pandora had been completely sealed by the Black Tower, and even as a Node holder or a major shareholder, Marlon could not call for assistance from his corresponding world, and at best, he could only do what had been done just now.
Of course, Marlon did not need any help from anyone, and he was determined to personally execute his target.
Empowered by the âDemon Kingâs Visionâ to restrain.
A trail of fiery hoofbeats passed by the side of the Beheading King.
He didnât attack her right away⊠Marlon tried his best to restrain his anger.
The first thing to do was to take Shaia, whose energy was nearly exhausted and consciousness about to be shattered by the executionerâs thoughts, away from the battlefield to avoid the impact of the upcoming fight.
The flames burning on the Hell Warhorse all went out.
With one arm around Shaia sitting beside him on horseback, and the other hand running through her brown curls, Marlon spoke in a tone of a King that could absolutely be trusted:
âItâs okay now, Iâll handle the rest.â
However, the response Marlon got was not a tearful expression, nor eyes full of admiration and love⊠but a face full of disgust and even some repulsion.
âWere you and Alex romancing each other on the way? Why are you so slow! Do you think I want to be on the front lines? I was just trying to buy some time, and I almost got killed!â
âHey! We didnât stop for a moment, we hurried back at full speed, okay? At least Captain Shaia came just in time to rescue you, canât you give me some credit⊠It was such a magnificent arrival, and all at once, the spiritâs gone.
You werenât like this before.â
Shaiaâs words completely extinguished Marlonâs flames of anger.
âDonât bring up the past with me, every time you do, I want to whip you⊠Besides, donât let anger cloud your judgment, this [King] from a different world is very strong, if youâre not careful, you too could be executed.â
âHmm, I was indeed a bit impulsive just now, nearly letting my hot head lead me to strike, but itâs not like I would be killed with a single chop.
This time, I wonât make you wait⊠Once Iâve settled everything here, weâll return to Holy City together.
I was in the wrong about the past.â
For the first time, a sincere apology, and Shaia, hearing it, did not say much in return.
At that moment, the Hell Warhorse stopped in front of Father Lysos.
âFather, take Shaia straight back to London, Alex the guy has already rushed back to the City, it wonât be a big problem⊠Iâll take care of things here.â
âOh⊠Okay!â
Father Lysos was also greatly frightened by the âHell Scrollâ before his eyes, as it was his first time seeing someone tear apart the worldâs membrane by will.
Watching the two departing figures.
Marlon leaped down from the horseback, grabbed the spine of the Hell Warhorse, and with a hard pull outward,
Crack~
The warhorse restructured its entire body around the spine, transforming into a Hell War Blade full of serrated structures, and it could even, like a motorcycle, increase the bladeâs heat release by twisting its handle, storing the internal kinetic energy.
With one hand dragging the exaggerated War Blade and the other beckoning the Beheading King,
âCome on!â