182: escape

Rustle, rustle, rustle…

In the pitch-black space, countless tiny dark-golden vines were quietly spreading.

They clung to the large and small bizarre oil painting frames suspended on the dark curtain.

The originally rustic oil painting frames seemed to have acquired intricate patterns, making them appear even more mysterious and unfathomable.

Bang!

From an oil painting depicting a tall vase,

the vase abruptly toppled over, rolling out of the frame.

From the narrow mouth of the vase, a woman's head, mostly obscured by wet black hair, slowly emerged, staring intently at Makins with a half-smile.

“Heheheh…”

“Giggle giggle…”

Childlike laughter echoed eerily in the darkness.

Two blurry white figures ran back and forth between the surrounding oil paintings, constantly flitting through them,

as if all the oil paintings were connected to the same space.

“Puff, puff, puff…”

Immediately after, in the surrounding space,

countless tiny specks of light appeared, like a swarm of flying fireflies.

However, upon closer inspection, they were not specks of light at all, but rather countless bizarre eyes, each the size of a mung bean, blinking and staring at Makins from all directions.

Rustling sounds emanated from every corner of the darkness,

an indescribably terrifying and grotesque aura was rising and pervading, as if a massive nest had been thoroughly awakened.

“Nest of Ten Thousand Demons…”

Barton stood quietly at the center of a patch of darkness.

Ever since he began cultivating the Spirit Sealing Demon Taming Art,

he had been constructing this Divine Ability.

However, this core Divine Ability was still far from truly taking shape,

and was merely a rudimentary form at present.

If he were outside the manor, he would absolutely not be able to unleash it.

His state and characteristics dictated that the closer he was to Charles Castle, the stronger his power became,

and the further away, the more his power waned.

However, this was no ordinary place,

but precisely the interior of Charles Castle, which he had meticulously managed, the very place where his cultivation was rooted.

Here, his power was unprecedentedly strong,

even enough to Breakthrough the limits of his rank…

Opposite him, Makins took a slight step backward.

His face was extremely grim.

He could now clearly feel

the constant, subtle, yet irresistible sucking sensation in the surrounding space.

The Holy Light power, which was originally as vast as the sea within his body, was now nearly depleted.

“Things are not looking good…”

Makins secretly glanced upwards with his peripheral vision, at the floating platinum iron maiden.

Creak, creak, creak…

The opening in this Holy Relic, which he had personally crafted, widened slightly again,

revealing clearly the curled and twisted female corpse within.

Creak…

Her head seemed to twitch slightly,

and an even more terrifying dark-red aura continuously gushed out from the cracks.

A sensation of resentment, hatred, despair, and pain slowly spread, fiercely colliding with the terrifying and grotesque aura emanating from Barton…

Makins’s expression immediately grew even gloomier, lost in thought.

Buzz!!!

At this moment, not far to the right,

Hatties slowly emerged from the shadows.

He raised one hand, aiming it remotely at Makins.

A terrifying humanoid figure composed of countless spirals quietly appeared behind him,

also raising an arm, aiming it remotely at Makins.

The next moment,

an incomparably terrifying spiraling black light instantly condensed on the arm of that terrifying spiraling humanoid figure,

erupting abruptly and rushing towards Makins!

Meanwhile, in front, from the Golden Armor Corpse’s ferocious and massive body,

the sound of chains breaking continuously echoed, finally shattering all the Holy Restraint Chains on its body.

It raised its head, expressionlessly glancing at Makins,

then its body sank, instantly disappearing into a patch of darkness.

At this instant, all the hairs on Makins’s body stood on end,

a cold, near-death sensation, as if he were being submerged in a pond by his mother in his childhood,

shot up Makins’s spine all the way to his crown.

“How many years has it been…”

“How many years since I’ve experienced this feeling…”

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning.

However, to one side, the terrifying black spiral was already approaching,

the terrifying force had not even reached him, yet he already felt as if he would be completely pierced, torn apart, and reduced to dust.

The pitch-blackness in front of him also began to violently twist,

as if some enormous and grotesque entity was about to burst forth from within.

“Anyway… I can’t suppress it anymore…”

Makins’s expression finally hardened, and he made a certain decision in his heart.

“Let you all bear the consequences!”

Blinding Holy Light suddenly surged from his body once more.

“Martyr’s Flame!!!”

Boom!!!

Makins’s Soul began to burn fiercely.

Violent Holy Light once again gushed out from his seven orifices, instantly forming a massive pillar of light on the spot.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…

In the Void Realm, countless Holy Restraint Chains moved about.

However, this time,

those chains did not wrap around the platinum iron maiden, but instead continuously withdrew from it!

Countless withdrawn chains tightly wrapped around Makins’s body, encasing him like a glowing mummy.

Boom!!!

The terrifying spiraling black light unleashed by Hatties fiercely struck the right side of Makins’s head!

At the same time, in the darkness in front of Makins,

a ferocious arm covered in dark-gold scales suddenly extended, fiercely piercing his chest!

Snap! Snap! Snap!

On Makins’s body, the layers of chains vibrated, moved, broke, and disintegrated frantically!

Whoosh!

He, as a whole, flew backward like a cannonball, spinning rapidly.

However, during this process,

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…

The few remaining intact chains on Makins’s body,

suddenly intertwined, combined, and condensed, forming a thick, long chain,

which fiercely shot forward, piercing into the distant Void Realm.

After a large number of chains receded from his body,

Makins’s figure was revealed.

The Holy Light burning his Divine Soul seemed to have been actively extinguished.

At this moment, his face was pale, blood flowed from his seven orifices, and his golden hair seemed to have lost its luster.

He turned back and glared fiercely at Barton and the others,

then loudly chanted:

“Holy Light, please guide me, receive your loyal warrior!!!”

Buzz!

The long chain that had pierced into the distant Void Realm suddenly lit up with blinding Holy Light.

A magnificent, vast, and indifferent will seemed to descend for an extremely brief moment,

causing the terrifying and grotesque aura in the surrounding darkness to momentarily pause.

The next moment, the chain suddenly contracted!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…

Makins’s figure was violently pulled by that chain, instantly transforming into a streak of light,

then was dragged into the Void Realm, about to rush out of this terrifying demonic nest…