Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 307 The Demon Dies Like a Lamp Being Extinguished

The platinum spear, composed purely of divine energy, instantly left his hand, tore through the air, and pierced directly through Solitaire, who was bound to the chair.

Solitaire stared intently at Vlame, her pupils reflecting his expressionless face.

She seemed to want to say something more, her lips trembling slightly, but the energy contained within the Holy Spear had already erupted within her body.

"Ugh!!!"

A short, sharp scream escaped her throat, then abruptly stopped.

A dazzling platinum-gold light burst forth from her pierced chest, as if a small furnace had been ignited inside.

Divine magic swept over every corner of her body at an astonishing speed.

Her body began to gradually dissipate, leaving no remains or blood. Only a thick black mist remained in place, which was forcibly purified in the holy light and eventually turned into a few wisps of insignificant black smoke, dissipating into the air.

The whole process was incredibly fast.

In just a few breaths, the cowardly and afraid-of-death Solitaire vanished completely.

Even the chair that bound her was destroyed by this energy, leaving only a twisted and deformed base and ripples of energy in the air that had not yet completely subsided.

Even after the holy spear pierced and annihilated its target, its momentum did not diminish, and it was driven firmly into the stone wall inscribed with reinforced runes.

boom! ! !
A deep, yet extremely penetrating, bang exploded in the interrogation room.

Where the stone wall was struck, a huge, charred crater appeared instantly with radially cracked edges, and countless pieces of rock fell down.

The entire room shook violently, and the magic lamps on the walls swayed incessantly.

The loud noise and magical fluctuations undoubtedly reached outside the interrogation room, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that they had even alerted others.

Vlame stood there, slightly out of breath.

She poured a great deal of magic into this light gun, expending a considerable amount of it, all to ensure that Solitaire could be completely killed.

However, she still managed to do it.

She personally eliminated the biggest hidden danger that could have revealed her secrets.

However, looking at the empty chair base and the shocking hole in the wall, Vlamé felt no relief whatsoever.

A vague unease quietly arose.

She didn't just kill one demon; it seems she also stifled more information? For example, could we get more information about the demons' movements, or even about Carlo, from her?

But now, it's too late.

The demon dies as if a lamp has been extinguished.

Vlame shook his head vigorously, trying to dispel these distracting thoughts.

Now is not the time for hesitation or regret.

He had to deal with the situation immediately and then head to the northern battlefield to find Carlo.

She walked up to the twisted base, examined it carefully, and confirmed that there were no traces of Solitaire left behind, indicating that the Holy Spear's purification effect was thorough.

Then, she turned her gaze to the huge hole in the wall.

This is too much of a commotion; a reasonable explanation is needed.

She thought quickly, and once again gathered magic power in her hands, this time a relatively gentle earth elemental spell.

Volame manipulated the rubble and dust on the ground, carefully repairing the craters in the wall while simulating traces of an energy impact to make the scene appear as if it had been the result of a fierce resistance. Just as she finished the rough repairs to the wall, before she could even carefully check for any oversights—

boom!
The stone door to the interrogation room was suddenly pushed open from the outside by a tremendous force.

Ella and Frillian rushed in with grave expressions.

They were clearly alerted by the huge explosion.

"Volamey! What happened?!" Ella asked urgently, her eyes quickly scanning the room.

The room was empty; there was no sign of the great demon. Even the chair was reduced to a base, and there was a small, cracked pit on the wall, as well as residual abnormal energy in the air.

Frilian didn't speak, but just looked at Vlame, as if to make sure he was alright.

Forcing himself to remain calm, Vlame took a deep breath and feigned anger, saying, "That demon... she suddenly attacked me, using some secret technique to break free of her restraints. I had no choice but to try to suppress her with holy magic, but it was too powerful and killed her, causing considerable damage in the process."

Ella frowned as she looked at the mess on the scene.

She walked to the base of the chair, sensing the powerful, holy magical energy remaining on it, and then looked at the obvious signs of damage caused by holy magic on the wall.

From what we saw on the scene, Vlame's explanation seems to make sense.

After all, the magical abilities of demons are incredibly diverse, so it's not surprising that this great demon named Solitaire possesses some special means of breaking free from constraints.

"It's a pity, we haven't found out her real purpose yet."

Ella sighed. She never believed that Solitaire had infiltrated the Magic Association just to learn human magic.

Unfortunately, the other party has now been killed by Vlame, so there is no possibility of interrogating him again.

“You know the effects of holy magic on demons,” Vlame said, trying to keep his voice steady. “Especially attacks specifically designed for demons.”

Frillie listened quietly, her gaze sweeping across the room again before finally settling on Volamey's face. She asked softly, "Teacher, are you alright? The magical fluctuations just now were very strong." She was still a little unaccustomed to calling Volamey "teacher."

“I’m fine.” Vlame shook his head, avoiding Frilian’s gaze. “I was just a little surprised that she was able to break free of her restraints.”

She had to end the conversation as soon as possible to completely dispel the doubts of the two people in front of her.

"Ella, Frilian, I need you to handle the aftermath here," Vlame said urgently. "I must leave for the north immediately!"

"Now?" Ella was taken aback. "So soon? Is there a reason?"

"We can't wait any longer!" Vlame said firmly, with an undeniable urgency. "The appearance of this demon gives me a bad feeling. Since we haven't been able to get their true purpose out of them, we might as well go directly to the northern battlefield to investigate."

She managed to come up with a plausible reason.

Ella and Frilian exchanged a glance. Although they felt that Vlame's reaction was a bit too hasty and strange, they could understand it considering the demons' conspiracy to infiltrate the association.

"Then wait a moment, I'll join you."

"Sister Ella, you should stay at the association. The daily work here still needs you to handle it. Frilian, you should stay here too."

“Okay, then be careful.” Ella nodded.

"Thank you." Vlamé said no more, not even daring to look at the empty chair base again, and almost fled the interrogation room.

Watching Vlame's hurried departure, Ella muttered to herself, "The Holy Spear is the most powerful magic of holy power. It really... leaves no room for error."

Upon hearing this, Frillie looked thoughtfully at the twisted chair base, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes, but ultimately said nothing.

In any case, as long as Vlame is alright, that's all that matters.

(End of this chapter)