Modern World Warlock-Chapter 131: Black Rain

Inside the cathedral at Highpoint Town, Astaroth paced around the expansive altar room when Sabelio entered the building.

"Sabelio, have the attacks commenced?" The archdemon asked.

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"They should've started by now, My King… I haven't received any updates," Sabelio replied.

"What about the news?" Astaroth continued.

"They showed our message loud and clear, My King… But, there has been no more news after that," the old man said.

The archdemon frowned and ordered Sabelio to mobilize all the other teams at the same time, as he didn't want to wait any longer.

After the old man bowed with reverence, he called a group of hooded men to relay his orders to them.

Meanwhile, Dante and Megan were walking towards the plaza beside the cathedral, wearing their black robes as a disguise.

As they walked, they passed by other hooded cultists, noticing that all of them looked drained and tired.

Dante could tell that there were several of them who weren't under Nihilor's mind control, and the umbra of fear and despair extruding from their bodies was enough for him to understand that they were Astaroth's hostages.

"Hmm, it could be helpful if we could get these people far from the plaza…" Dante muttered.

["The combat teams are ready to enter the town whenever—on your signal,"] Camille replied on his earpiece.

"Well… we might need them in a few seconds," Dante commented, seeing a group of fiends making their way in the direction of the clinic.

Dante wanted at least one of the teams to focus on getting the people far from the cathedral and the plaza, knowing that his fight with the demons could get a little messy.

As Camille contacted the Beta Team to conduct the rescue of the citizens, the Alpha and the Gamma teams got inside their armored vehicles and started riding to town.

'Zac should be able to handle those fiends…' Dante thought, smirking and gazing at the plaza, which was a block away from the pair.

Dante glanced at Megan momentarily, noticing that the woman's umbra had a mix of anxiety and fear. However, her face was just as stoic as ever.

"Be alert of the wraiths more than anything," Dante commented as they kept walking.

"You'll know they are wraiths if they are holding a blade—usually a scythe," he continued.

The warlock had forgotten what it meant to feel fear for a demon, so he wasn't sure how to make the brunette feel more confident apart from giving her tips.

Megan knew what the warlock was trying to do, aware that he could see her true emotions, making her smile slightly as she stretched her arms and neck, ready for the battle.

"Got it," she said, acknowledging the warlock's suggestions.

When the pair arrived at the plaza, they walked to the center of the platform and stood beside an obelisk monument, which wasn't taller than ten feet.

Knowing that the combat teams were closing in on their location, Dante decided to reduce the number of enemies, as he didn't want to have any casualties from his side.

Megan wanted to look for Sabelio, who had gone inside the cathedral with Astaroth, so Dante told her to hide near the building's exit, as he was going to make them come out.

While Megan walked away from the warlock toward the cathedral, Dante waited a few seconds and muttered, "Wings of the Fallen," producing his black wings to come out of his back through his hood.

The people around Dante were startled, seeing him take flight high in the air with a single flap of his wings.

Simultaneously, the fiends and shadow demons that were guarding the area witnessed the scene, gazing up at the skies and freezing in fear.

Dante's silhouette slightly covered the moon, his wings extended and his crimson eyes glimmering in the dark, looking down at the entire plaza.

His overwhelming umbra could be felt by every single demon present in the area—some of them freezing in fear while others seemed more hostile.

"I'll say this once…!" Dante said loudly, his voice perfectly discerned by the people and the demons.

"Any demon who stands against me will suffer a horrible fate—Return or die by my hand," the warlock continued.

The crowd of cultists and demons stood silent for a brief moment, not knowing how to react to the bold words of the powerful stranger.

"No words…?" Dante asked, letting out a wicked grin. "Perfect," he said.

Extending one hand to the side, a black flame appeared on the warlock's palm, gazing back down at his targets—a group of ten fiends near the stairs to the cathedral.

"Black rain," Dante uttered.

In an instant, a dark cloud materialized right on top of the demons and began raining down black flame projectiles on them.

The fiends shouted in pain and agony as their bodies and souls burned to a crisp, filling the plaza with their suffering.

The black flame kept raining down incessantly at bullet speeds, leaving nothing of the ten demons that stood there before.

Dante chuckled, trying to contain his wicked laugh and gazing at a group of shadow demons, who instantly merged back into the shadows when they noticed the warlock looking at them.

"Heh…" Dante scoffed, widening his eyes with a grin as he found his next target. "Abyssal chains," he said.

At that moment, the plaza's platform shook momentarily as the demons were forcibly brought out of the shadows by Dante's chains, which ensnared their bodies.

"Did you think the shadows would let you escape?" he asked the demons, not expecting an answer from them.

Pointing his finger at the group of bound demons, the shadowy cloud appeared above them, raining down bullets of black flame and making the demons yell in agony.

The cultists who weren't mind-controlled began running away in fear, while the ones under Nihilor's control simply watched in shock.

'I'm having too much fun—I should calm down a little…' Dante thought as he looked at the people running away.

'Well, at least this makes splitting them a bit easier,' he continued, smirking with satisfaction.