Merchant From Earth in the Magical World-Chapter 442 - 370 Demon God Kayron_1
Max flew over a kilometer into the sky before daring to stop and catch his breath.
He still didn’t know what had just happened.
But from the overheard conversations, he could be certain that Yan Xing had launched an attack, and with just a single blow, had annihilated the entire upper echelon of the Witches’ Aid Society.
He had only escaped by playing dead, taking advantage of the paralysis that had overtaken his body.
Luckily, Yan Xing was overconfident and didn’t finish him off. It was also fortunate that he had wings to fly away with.
However... what kind of terrifying power had Yan Xing acquired?
Max looked down at his manor with trepidation, only slightly relieved when he saw no one following him.
It seemed they couldn’t fly.
Max found a little comfort in this. This was the drawback of not having an enhanced body; no matter how strong they were, they couldn’t reach the skies.
Once he was sure of his safety, Max didn’t linger. He flapped his wings and flew towards the back mountain.
This territory was the Max Family’s ancestral fiefdom. In the back mountain stood an ancient, dilapidated castle, built in 1368.
The castle had been the headquarters of the Witches’ Aid Society until the Witch’s Bloodline became too diluted and ineffective, leading to its gradual abandonment and ruin.
Now that the Witch’s Bloodline had reemerged, this castle, closely connected to the Demon God Kayron, was heavily fortified.
An elite armed force of the Witches’ Aid Society was stationed here. They had established dense military defense lines and numerous overt and covert firebases.
The escaped Max landed heavily on the ancient castle’s highest platform, still in his demonic form. A capable-looking commander rushed to greet him. Seeing Max’s demonic state, the commander asked with concern, "Chairman Max, what happened? What forced you to reveal your true power?"
Once Max steadied himself, he quickly said to the commander, "The manor has been invaded, and I’m the only one who escaped. Get your men ready for battle. The invaders will likely find this place.
I must go see the Demon God Kayron and ask him to grant me greater power.
During this time, no one is allowed to enter the castle.
Do you understand?"
Even Chairman Max was in such a sorry state; the commander could only imagine how powerful the invaders must be.
He asked, "My father?"
"I saw him fall, but I don’t know if he’s alive or dead... The only chance we have to take back the manor is for me to receive the blessing of the Demon God Kayron.
You must buy me time."
The commander nodded and replied, "Yes, Chairman Max, we’ll do our utmost to hold off the invaders."
Max didn’t know how long these ordinary armed soldiers could hold them off. He wasted no more words, turning and hurrying down the stairs to the underground altar.
The underground of the castle was still cold and damp.
Affected by the infernal energy from the Magic World, some tree roots snaking out from crevices in the walls writhed slowly.
Some rats had also mutated into strange forms.
Max’s massive demonic form stumbled through the passageway and into the altar. He extended a hand, summoning flames to light the torches on the walls.
The underground space brightened. In the middle of the altar, an elderly woman knelt on the ground, frozen in the act of plunging a dagger into her own chest.
Max rushed over and pushed the woman’s corpse aside, then stood in the center of the altar himself.
He sliced open his palm with his sharp claws. Sulfur-colored blood dripped onto the altar floor.
Max chanted an ancient incantation, using a blood sacrifice to connect his consciousness with the ancient Demon God.
This ritual greatly consumed the life force of the sacrificer.
But Max could no longer afford to care about that.
"Great Demon God Kayron, please hear the call of your faithful follower. The Witches’ Aid Society is facing an unprecedented crisis, attacked by a force stronger than our own.
They will soon find this place.
Your followers need your divine power to save them.
I beseech you to show your supremacy and greatness and grant me greater strength."
After Max finished his plea, the blood from his hand suddenly began to flow faster.
This alarmed Max, and he hurriedly pressed down on the wound.
But it was to no avail; the blood continued to seep through his fingers.
The sulfur-colored blood pooled on the altar and then ignited.
Flames billowed, and a blurry, humanoid figure coalesced in the air above.
"Max... Your current Witches’ Aid Society, compared to your ancestors, is far too inferior.
I cannot imagine what kind of environment produced beings as feeble as you, both physically and mentally.
You disappoint me."
The flame-formed figure complained. After centuries of separation, to be reunited with followers of such caliber was a disappointment.
Seeing that the blood from his palm had finally stopped flowing, Max hurriedly knelt on one knee before the Demon God Kayron.
"I apologize, Lord Kayron. The world has changed significantly during the time you were away from us.
Supernatural powers vanished completely. Witches were no longer persecuted, and, under our deliberate guidance, even history began to deny the existence of witches.
We’ve lived too comfortably, slowly forgetting how to fight.
Please forgive us, and please save us."
The phantom of Demon God Kayron sat back, and the flames beneath him solidified into a throne.
"You want power? Fine.
Follow the rules. Use Witch’s Blood as the medium for the sacrifice and offer it to me. The more you give, the stronger the power I will grant you."
Hearing Kayron demand a sacrifice, Max replied with difficulty, "I’m sorry, Lord Kayron, but all of our Witch’s Blood has already been used up."
