Chapter 1309 - 518: Persistent Shadow

"Why bother dividing your strength outside at this time? Focus here." The Demon also appeared extremely rational.

Unlike the Maw of Devour, this Demon looked identical to a human.

Not even the signature Demon’s Horn was present, with a pitch-black halo on its head and a pair of black, decaying wings on its back.

An angel fallen from somewhere, whose appearance had changed so little that it was evident they willingly descended into darkness.

"I didn’t expect you to be this foolish?" The Maw of Devour mocked without hesitation.

The Fallen Angel glanced at him.

He shrugged, then suddenly laughed and said, "I haven’t been in this world long, but I’ve heard of some of your exploits.

You must be off to find that mortal who embarrassed you again. Quite right, if you don’t personally kill him and wash away your shame.

This mockery might accompany you for a lifetime; I suddenly can’t wait to see that day."

Before he even finished speaking, he saw the Maw of Devour vanish from where it stood, leaving behind only a worm-like teleportation gate closing and dissipating.

At this moment beneath the Tower of Trial, Alka and the others had all arrived here.

The corpses of those Knights were all dragged here by them.

Matilda looked at these bodies missing large holes where their hearts should be and sighed silently.

Reaching out her hand.

A faint, peculiar light flowed into these bodies.

Then, right in front of everyone, the plugged-up holes inexplicably began to heal, flesh buds seeming to come to life, forming scars that filled them in.

Matilda said, "Although their souls have left the shells, some power and potential still linger within, enough to restore these bodies to wholeness."

Alka nodded.

Then waved a hand.

The Earth Card commanded solid clay to form coffins, one after another, to place these bodies within.

Then water flowed in and froze them into ice blocks.

This way, it ensures these bodies won’t easily rot or be devoured.

After sealing them, they were neatly stacked here, and then a sturdy sealed house was constructed.

Leaving some marked plaques above, Alka stopped his actions.

He wrote a golden letter, letting it fly off toward where Roske was situated.

Informing them of the information here, and having them send people to take care of it, after all, these Knights died because of him.

Then Alka looked at the Tower of Trial before them, observing the damages on its exterior slowly being restored. Due to the varying age, the repaired sections bore more distinct marks.

This tower, besides being extremely strong and hard to destroy, also has a self-repairing function.

"So the Maw of Devour wants to see if he can destroy this Tower of Trial to spite us," Jason said.

He couldn’t help but gaze at the tower.

Alka nodded: "Indeed, since his current power outside finds it hard to do us any harm.

And the chance of success in corrupting beings stronger than us is too low, so he’s probably given up on the possibility of eliminating us outside."

"But even if he’s abandoned killing us, he’s definitely willing to hold us back and annoy us."

And it’s indeed the case now.

The Maw of Devour is very willing to spite Alka and his companions.

"But fortunately, these Towers of Trial are exceptionally strong and difficult to destroy.

Besides, unless the Divine Hall of Trial that controls the towers is willing, moving the towers is nearly impossible," Alka said.

This is the only good thing about them, and why no one has ever thought of collecting or moving them into their territory.

It’s not that they don’t want to move them, but they can’t.

Otherwise, if the Maw of Devour found a way to take a tower away and hide it, they’d indeed have no way to solve it.

Saying this, Alka cut down the entire tower and placed it into the small world.

Inside the small world, there were already 4 Towers of Trial, arranged juxtaposed.

Everyone returned to the ship.

Steering the Sound of Dawn towards a new target.

This fifth Tower of Trial was not far from them.

Back on the ship, Alka still gazed at the mirror in his hand, which sealed part of the Maw of Devour’s soul.

"Is this part of the Maw of Devour’s soul?" Chadite stood beside Alka, looking at the dance troupes in the mirror, asking.

Alka nodded.

"I’m thinking, I can’t just wait for him to spite us. I also have to find a way to spite him back."

Now that he has a part of the Demon’s soul, there are many means to use. But Alka also wants to find something that can definitely affect the Maw of Devour’s true body.

Considering the Maw of Devour’s nature, he’s terribly afraid of dying and rarely places himself in danger.

So if he dared to die at Alka’s hand and give up part of his soul, he must have preventive measures in place.

He might even have severed this part of the soul eternally. Although it brings pain and loss of power, it might be acceptable for him.

However, Alka’s research into the way of soul cutting is not an easy matter, so he quickly needs to think of a way to annoy him.