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"If a mortal forcibly drives the power of authority, you will die."

Tartaglia looked at Wang Que and said in disbelief.

At this moment, Wang Que no longer had any other expression on his face. His face was extremely calm, and one could even see a hint of holiness in his salty white pupils.

"Death? Such a distant word."

"I'm such a fearer of death, yet I dare to come to Fontaine. Do you think I'm unprepared?"

"Well, Tartaglia, isn't fighting what you like? Come on then."

"Let me see how long you, the Eleventh Seat of the Fatui Executive Officers, can withstand my full force."

As the words fell, Wang Que's raised hands slowly dropped.

The incomplete octahedron slowly rotated in his chest.

Behind Wang Que, endless salt elements have been bred.

Mountains, vegetation, rivers, and even the earth's veins were all transformed into a sea of ​​white salt.

The salt-white eyes closed slightly, and the incomplete octahedron slowly merged into Wang Que's chest, and the speed at which the life energy was lost became faster and faster.

Under Tartaglia's gaze,

An illusory figure appeared behind Wang Que, who had his eyes closed.

"You know what? I've studied the remnants of the demon god. Even a drop of blood left by the demon god can draw power from the earth veins and condense into an evil demon."

"At that time, I wondered, if I used authority as the core, could I bring back the former demon god?"

"Tartaria, you're lucky. This is the first time I've shown this power."

"My authority comes from a weak demon god."

“But in my research, I found that [salt] is not weak.”

"Weak... is her loving and gentle heart."

"Now, I hold His authority and drive His power, yet I am never kind! Even less gentle!"

Following Wang Que's words,

The illusory figure behind him gradually solidified.

Her face was like a pearl kissed by moonlight, with an almost transparent pale luster and a divine glow.

A tear-shaped salt crystal hangs from the center of her eyebrows, and she wears earrings on both ears, which are made of salt in the shape of lily of the valley, which is very beautiful.

Her eyebrows were as slender as the mist on distant mountains, and the ends were dotted with broken stars made of salt crystals.

The corners of her lips were naturally raised, as if with compassion or a sigh, and her lips were as pale as a withered rose.

Her figure was slimmer than that of a mortal woman, yet she exuded the aura of demonic majesty.

Her ten fingers are as slender as jade carvings, and the fingertips are often surrounded by dust condensed from salt grains, which scatters fine silver light with every movement.

The floor-length robe was woven with moonlight shark silk, the color of first snow, and the hem was dyed with gradient silver-blue, like a flowing mist held up by the sea tide.

Bare feet dangling in the air, with salt crystal chains wrapped around ankles.

It was the same He that Wang Que had seen before.

At this moment, He was quietly suspended in the air with his eyes closed.

The next moment, Wang Que opened his eyes.

It seemed to be synchronized with Wang Que's movements.

The figure emitting the majesty of a demon slowly opened his eyes.

He spoke slowly, his voice clear and pleasant, yet filled with endless majesty:

"My name is Heulia."

As He spoke, immense pressure suddenly descended upon Him.

There was silence.

A demon god returned from the depths of the earth.

Chapter 221 The Power of the Demon

Momang Palace.

It's already night time.

That Vielette is still working.

But he had long been accustomed to it. It had been like this for five hundred years.

After all, Ms. Funina really doesn't have much control over things.

The dome of the Momang Palace office glowed with a cold blue light in the night.

Villette's hand suddenly hovered above the document, and a drop of ink fell from the tip of the quill, leaving a deep purple mark on the paper.

He raised his gray-blue pupils, and the moonlight outside the window seemed to be distorted by some force, reflecting salt crystal-like ridges on the glass.

"This kind of breath..."

When he stood up, the floor tiles of the entire Momang Palace trembled slightly.

Fontaine had not experienced such a strong elemental disturbance for a long time - the earth veins were wailing, and the salty feeling floating in the air made the Inquisitor's robe flutter without wind.

Stretch out your hand and the source of water will gather.

However, a hint of salty white gradually emerged.

Narvilette reached out to catch one, feeling a burning pain at her fingertips.

The moment the salt crystals crumbled in his palm, the night sky in the distant wilderness suddenly lit up with a pale light, and some kind of ancient and sacred pressure flooded over every brick and stone of Fontaine like a tide.

That clear and sacred declaration echoed in his ears.

"My name is Heulia."

The moment the name was announced.

The air in Fontaine is a little salty.

Navrette walked quickly to the terrace and saw the clouds solidifying into vortexes like salt sculptures, in a manner that violated the laws of fluidity.

And the outlines of the mountains farther away were being eroded by paleness - as if an invisible giant hand was immersing the entire world in a salt jar.

The eyes of the Supreme Inquisitor narrowed slightly, and he slammed his cane against the ground. The invisible barrier formed by the water element instantly enveloped the entire Fontaine Court.

Then he looked solemnly at the top of Mo Mang Palace.

The water god remained motionless.

After frowning for a moment, Villette turned and left Momang Palace and headed into the wilderness.

……

Wild battlefield.

As the shadow of the demon Heulia completely solidified, the entire battlefield suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

A salt-white glow spread from beneath her bare feet, and wherever she passed, even the riots of thunder and water elements driven by the Demon King's armed forces were forcibly solidified into crystal sculptures.

Tartaglia's Demon King Armor made a humming sound as if it could not bear the heavy burden, and the lightning that burst out from the joints condensed into salt grains in mid-air and fell to the ground.

"All existence can be reduced to paleness, and eternity is but a grain of floating salt."

"Face me here, Executor of the Fatui."

Wang Que's voice was mixed with a clear and pleasant female voice, as if Wang Que and Heulia were speaking together.

"boom!"

Wang Que's figure was completely synchronized with Heulia. The moment he raised his right hand slightly, a hundred-meter-long salt crystal thorns suddenly rose up under Tartaglia's feet.

Those sharp crystals wrapped around the Demon King's armor like living things, and the metal armor rusted and peeled off at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The young master threw out lightning and water arrows in an attempt to break these crystals when he retreated quickly.

But the arrow lost its color the moment it touched the salt crystal thorns, and turned into a pale salt pillar that collapsed with a loud bang.

"This is impossible!!!"

Tartaglia roared in disbelief.

He... was crushed?

"Nothing is impossible. Even with the power bestowed by the Ice Queen, it is still far from the true authority of the Demon God."

"Throw away kindness and gentleness, even the weakest demon god will become a natural disaster that mortals cannot touch."

The mixed voices of men and women rang out again.

Heulia (Wang Que) clenched her left hand, and suddenly thousands of salt threads fell from the sky above the battlefield, each of which reflected a cold light that disrupted the elemental power.

As soon as the Demon King's proud double blades of thunder and water touched these threads, the blades began to peel off layer by layer like an ancient artifact that had been salted for thousands of years.

The crushing explosion of the demon god's power completely reversed the situation of the battle.

Tartaglia unwillingly unleashed the power of the evil eye once again, the vitality in his body continued to burst out, and the terrifying lightning was once again bred on his body.

However, the salt crystal lily of the valley beside Heulia's ear only trembled slightly.

Amidst the crisp sound of collision,

The thunderstorm that exploded around the young master was forcibly compressed into a palm-sized salt crystal cube.

Then, in front of his horrified gaze, it shattered into powder with a "crack".

"It's time to finish."

Wang Que's voice overlapped with Heulia's.

The demon shadow elegantly raised its fingertips, pointing directly at the core device of the demon king's weapon on Tartaglia's chest.

Countless salt grains rose from every corner of the battlefield, forming a pale cage with a diameter of one hundred meters around the young master.

Those seemingly fragile crystals actually contained demon-level suppressive power. The strange shell of the Demon King's armor began to melt and drip like a wax figure under the scorching sun.

What frightened Tartaglia the most was the way Heulia looked at him—it wasn't the arrogance of a victor, but rather the indifference and compassion that only a divinity could show, like a human looking down at a tiny insect on a spider web.

When the salt crystal cage shrank to a range of three meters, Tartaglia seemed to hear the wail of his armor's conduction system collapsing.

His pupils shrank sharply. If this continued, he would die.

Judging from Wang Que's expression, he doesn't seem like he will stop.

At this moment, Tartaglia seemed to recall his experience of training in that mysterious space.

Fight, fight, fight!

A constant desire to fight emerged in his heart.

However, the power of the demon god is unimaginable.

No matter how he struggled, it was of no avail.

"Are you going to die? Tok... Tonya..."

As the Demon King's weapons are continuously dissolved by the salt crystals, memories begin to appear in Tartaglia's eyes...

Faintly, he seemed to hear the sound of the tide again.

Another whale cry came from under Fontainebleau.

……

When Villette arrived at the battlefield, he saw endless pillars of salt standing between heaven and earth.

And between those salt pillars, the demon Heulia's beautiful and graceful figure.

Of course, what also caught the eye was the figure floating in front of the demon Heulia.

Navrette's pupils shrank slightly: "Wang Que!"

He had a lot of questions, but now was clearly not the time to speak.

The power of the demon god continued to surge, and the terrifying power of salt was spreading.