The Devil Does Not Need to Be Defeated

Chapter 639: Mara’s Goal

“L-Look over there…!”

“It’s a dragon!”

“And… and those monsters that appeared at the Raifurut residence…!”

“Oh my god…”

Everyone in the Imperial Palace, seeing Yulin descending from the sky and the eleven Legendary Demon Lord Larvae roaring, was shocked.

Even Rockto and Saliro, locked in battle, changed their expressions.

“That dragon…” Rockto recognized Yulin, his face filled with shock. Having seen her in the Royal Capital, he recognized her immediately and was stunned by the pressure she exuded.

“Limit Level…” Yulin’s true strength was revealed.

Saliro’s face darkened. He wasn’t familiar with the Demon Lord Larvae, but seeing the Limit Level black dragon and the Legendary monsters, he suddenly felt insignificant in this battle.

As one of the two Legendary-level experts in the Empire, Saliro thought he was Mara’s trump card.

Now, it seemed he wasn’t even qualified to participate in the main battle.

“Where did all these monsters come from?” Saliro was furious.

Tilly and Geno also noticed this scene, one shocked, the other trembling and retreating.

Only now did those involved realize the level of the battlefield they were on, the kind of vortex they were caught in.

But they didn’t know that the true horror was yet to come.

Mara, enveloped in death aura, rose into the air, looking down at the Imperial Palace with an indifferent expression.

She held someone in her hand.

“I… Imperial Consort…?” Wolram looked at the indifferent Mara, a hint of fear rising in his heart.

Mara ignored him, looked down, and sent death aura plummeting downwards like a waterfall.

It wasn’t aimed at Shien, but at the entire Imperial Palace, as if trying to erase it from the map, unleashing a storm of death aura.

“Swoosh!”

Shien teleported, appearing before the death aura descending like an avalanche, realizing he couldn’t advance further.

“Knowing I can’t ignore the Imperial Palace being destroyed, you’re attacking the entire palace to force me to respond and prevent me from using teleportation to attack you directly, right?”

Shien saw through Mara’s intentions, clicking his tongue, but he still had to act.

“[Bestowal: Annihilation].”

Shien used the most destructive Bestowal Magic to counter the incoming death aura.

The death aura was annihilated by the magic power, constantly disappearing.

From afar, it looked like the massive black avalanche descending from the sky was melting at an astonishing speed before reaching the palace, as if touching an invisible sun.

Mara, seemingly ignoring this, continued to unleash the death aura torrent, her aura terrifying.

Shien continued to counter her attack.

Completely unaware that Mara was talking to Wolram.

“You have one last clone left to create with your [Devouring Hand, Divided Self], right?” Mara asked Wolram, her face expressionless.

“Y… yes,” Wolram replied, unsure why she asked, but not daring to disobey.

Mara continued,

“I remember that to create a specific clone with that Unique Skill, you must touch the target with your finger and consume their flesh and blood after killing them personally. So even if you have their flesh and blood, you can’t create a clone of someone you didn’t kill personally, right?”

“Y… yes, Your Imperial Consort,” Wolram quickly lowered his head respectfully, “That’s why I can’t create a clone of Diere Elvenbein, and I requested Your Imperial Consort to let me personally…”

Wolram couldn’t finish his sentence.

Mara interrupted him.

“Create a clone of Diere Elvenbein now,” she said in an unquestionable tone.

“Huh?” Wolram was stunned.

Mara ignored his reaction and threw something to him.

It was a horn, a horn that wasn’t unfamiliar to Wolram.

“Is this Diere Elvenbein’s horn?” Wolram looked at the horn in his hand, stunned.

“Use it,” Mara said indifferently, “It was cut off from Diere Elvenbein, a part of her body, her flesh and blood, her organ, her limb. It should be enough for your Unique Skill.”

Wolram’s Unique Skill only required the target’s flesh and blood, not their entire body. Therefore, even just a part was enough to fulfill the condition.

“But… but I still have to kill her personally,” Wolram said, at a loss.

Mara had a plan.

“I can use my necromancy to transform a part of the death aura under my control into Diere Elvenbein’s death aura and inject it into your body.”

Mara finally turned to Wolram.

“By doing this, we should be able to create the condition of ‘you personally killing Diere Elvenbein,’ allowing you to fulfill the requirement for creating a clone.”

This was a deception on a conceptual level.

If successful, it might indeed create the necessary conditions, tricking Wolram’s Unique Skill and activating [Devouring Hand, Divided Self].

Perhaps it was difficult for others to create such a conceptual deception, but Mara’s necromancy happened to be magic that could control death. With proper manipulation, it could indeed create the corresponding conditions.

However…

“Injecting death aura, which can drain life force, directly into your body, you will die soon,” Mara said coldly, sending chills down one’s spine.

“Just play your last role before you die.”

These words made Wolram’s face change drastically.

Without hesitation, Wolram desperately tried to break free from Mara’s grasp, even raising the replica Holy Sword and slashing at her head.

Mara remained indifferent, simply extending a hand and flicking her finger, deflecting the replica Holy Sword.

“Weng!”

At the same time, death aura surged from Mara’s hand, which was grabbing Wolram’s.

“No! No!” Wolram cried out in terror, “You can’t do this to me! Your Imperial Consort!”

Wolram’s words didn’t change Mara’s attitude.

She just looked at Wolram like a tool, cold and merciless.

“I also have no choice but to resort to this,” Mara’s voice reached Wolram’s ears.

“—When the sky is shrouded in darkness, and the earth becomes a crimson hell, the Branch of Rejuvenation will awaken from its slumber and descend upon this universe—”

This was the ancient legend circulating in the Empire, the conditions for the appearance of the first material form, the Branch of Rejuvenation.

“After learning that the Branch of Rejuvenation is on this land, and about this legend, I made many preparations to make it appear.”

Becoming the Imperial Consort was just a necessary step to achieve this goal.

Only in this way could she set up the plan she wanted on this land.

“Many famous figures in history, including Hero Ragna, have searched for the Branch of Rejuvenation on this land, but none succeeded.”

Because the conditions in the Supreme God’s prophecy weren’t met.

“The sky is shrouded in darkness.”

“The earth becomes a crimson hell.”

These weren’t difficult to understand.

They were two celestial phenomena.

Two celestial phenomena that were almost impossible to occur.

“Let’s put aside ‘the sky being shrouded in darkness’ for now. ‘The earth becoming a crimson hell’ has never happened in the Empire’s history.”

The former could be interpreted as “night” or “dark clouds covering the sky,” but what about the latter?

How could the earth become a crimson hell?

Mara pondered this for decades, even centuries, and finally found a method.

“That is to use a power ‘capable of interfering with the world’ to make this phenomenon occur.”

If it were the omnipotent Supreme God Omniis, it would be easy for her to make the sky shrouded in darkness and the earth turn crimson, right?

This wasn’t just changing the surface, but required a conceptual change.

If it were just covering the sky and dyeing the earth red, many powerful beings could do it.

But even Heroes had failed, proving that these two conditions weren’t so simple to fulfill.

It required the world itself to change, to create these phenomena.

Therefore, to make these phenomena occur, a power capable of interfering with the world, or at least interfering with the sky and the earth, was needed.

Besides the omnipotent Supreme God, only one person in the three realms possessed such power.

“That is the power of Lildas, the Goddess of Fate, who controls even fate itself and is known as the closest to omnipotence.”

As long as she could manipulate fate, although completely changing this world created by Omniis might be impossible, as Lildas herself once said that she couldn’t manipulate the fate of the world itself, causing mere changes to the sky and the earth and creating natural phenomena was still possible.

However, obviously, the Goddess of Fate wouldn’t cooperate with Mara and change the world for her.

So, Mara set her sights on the Goddess of Fate’s blessed ones.

“They have the Goddess of Fate’s blessing and possess a portion of the power to manipulate fate.”

“If I can activate this power, then my goal can be achieved.”

“For this, I need the Goddess of Fate’s blessed ones, to use them as sacrifices, offering them to this land through a sacrificial ritual.”

“The reason I’ve been in the Empire for these ten years is to set up the sacrificial ritual underground.”

The High Priest’s secret base was just one of them.

Mara had already dug throughout the Empire, preparing for the sacrificial ritual.

Now, everything was ready, except for one thing.

“What I need is a blessed one of the Goddess of Fate.”

This was why Mara targeted Diere.

“I originally wanted to use Diere Elvenbein directly as a sacrifice, but it seems that’s impossible now.”

Mara said to Wolram mercilessly.

“You will have to sacrifice yourself to complete my grand undertaking.”

After saying that, the death aura in Mara’s hand surged into Wolram’s body.

Wolram’s screams instantly echoed.