High School of Demon Hunting

Chapter 1754: Chapter 498: Beneath Xuan Huang

Moonlight falls on Giant Zero Three.

Like light gauze, like a long robe, like armor, reflecting its coarse skeleton, transparent as jade, emitting an enchanting and dazzling luster.

The Giant looks up, staring silently at the moon hanging in mid-air.

The moonlight descends, gazing silently upon the battlefield’s speechless giants.

After some simple probing exchanges, neither the moon above nor the Giant’s skeleton below could overcome each other, yet they couldn’t ignore each other’s presence.

The field temporarily falls into a stalemate.

At this moment, on the edge of the battlefield, a change occurs; the Black Prison World faintly echoes the daunting sound of a reverberating gong, and at the sky’s end, primordial Qi descends, covering both the two wheels of the sun and the moon’s colors; after Xuan Huang, a multitude of starlight sparkles, forming constellations, as if constructing exquisite cages.

Flocks of blue birds fly out from the octagonal tower of the fortress, fluttering, blocking out the sky and sun, landing on every wizard’s shoulder, chirping, then transforming into a cluster of blue flames that silently jump on the wizards’ shoulders.

The head of the Starry Sky Academy puts away the true form of the magical pottery figurine warrior.

The head of Atlas disperses the majestic illusion of Paradise Mountain.

The head of Alpha quietly steps away from the confrontation with the captain of the Mist Ship, silently retreating towards the Black Prison Stronghold — all the wizards on the battlefield, whether Low Tier or High Tier, strive to avoid confrontation, either clustering together to uphold a barrier or retreating into the nearest defensive magic array.

The Three-headed and Eight-armed Giant Ape swings its arms, scooping like a giant mother hen, picks up several Atoning Hunters curled in a shallow pit; grabs Jiang Yu left in place after Su Shijun’s departure along with the ’timely’ awakened teaching assistants; another hand reaches towards the dim gray barrier.

Giant Zero Three’s arm holding the engraving knife slightly pauses, seemingly wanting to stop it.

Professor Yao’s compassionate face looks up, speechless. In the hollow eye sockets of the Giant’s skull, the Soul Fire flutters fiercely for a moment, and then calms down.

The thick fingers of the Giant Ape, like five pillars, pierce around the dim gray barrier, digging hard, the hard rocky ground being gouged out like tofu, along with the barrier, and bringing them into its bosom.

Vaguely, an appeasing sigh emanates from the chest cavity of Giant Zero Three, like a gentle sea breeze, warm, lingering, and filled with longing.

The primordial color between heaven and earth grows richer.

The starlight grows even more dazzling.

The moon suspended in the sky shrinks from full to crescent, compressing the change between months into a moment; behind the moon, the slightly smaller two suns swiftly complete a day’s path along the law of rising and setting — during this whole process, neither the moon with legendary combat power nor the sun incarnations of two top-tier Big Wizards had any room to resist, seemingly as if it’s just what they were supposed to do.

Meanwhile, beneath the sun and moon, more unsettling phenomena occur above the Black Prison Battlefield.

In front of the outer fortress, on the battlefield already occupied by demons, suddenly large snowflakes begin to fall, covering rapidly into a thick layer, like a white blanket; the lava flowing along the Hell Formula becomes incredibly slow in this snowy white, and the steaming vapor fills the formula above, nearly completely obscuring the view of the Eye of Saurons.

Even worse, the snowflakes disregard the demons’ thick scale armor and fur, falling straight into their bones, turning their solid skeletons into transparent ice bones, and the battlefield quickly floods with ice sculptures, expressions mixing ferocity and bewilderment. Many demons turn into ice sculptures while running, adding to their terror.

Relatively speaking, the wizards are in a much better situation.

The small blue flame on their shoulders, though small, sustains a thin halo which blocks the snowflakes falling from the sky.

In front of the stronghold, on the still confronting positions, the scorching sun blazes like fire, half scorching wizards and demons alike, suddenly more thunderclaps sound, torrential rain pours. Those bolts of lightning seem aim-guided, striking one after another on demons; the rainwater is extraordinary, shaping bone and disintegrating magic power, falling into the curtain of rain, like falling into the Ruins, despairing.

Between the inner and outer fortress, where the multi-armed giant KOTOS stands, the once-dry willow suddenly sprouts new buds, growing tender leaves, a lush green instantly piling up to form a green wall, dividing the entire battlefield into distinctly separated parts of winter snow and summer rain.

The Tiber Dragon curls its claws and crazily wobbles, clattering, clattering, trying to use talent magic to reset this segment of time, but primordial Qi and starlight crush all tricks, gnawing tail bronze dragon scale armor sheds and flesh flings across primordial Qi, with no animosity to resist.

”What magic is this!”

”What just happened?”

”What are the wizards trying to do!”

”How many Big Wizards did they deploy! Are we surrounded?”

”This level of spell isn’t amassed by numbers, this aura, this aura filled with destruction and creation... this is a Forbidden Curse!”

The chaotic voices of the Great Demons rise and fall, various emotions overlap, surprise, anger, fear, excitement, and more, but under the overwhelming primordial Qi, everything seems so insignificant.

”You actually use a Forbidden Curse!”

The Mist Captain yells in alarm and anger, voice like thunder, for a moment appearing to overshadow the reverberating sound of gongs in the heaven and earth:

”This violates the contract!! Are you trying to spark an all-out war between Wizards and Demons? Are you trying to destroy the whole world?!”

The wizards have Forbidden Curses.

The demons also have them.

Although the demons only have two Forbidden Curses compared to five of the wizards, which seems slightly less, some comparisons do not win by quantity but by ’have’ or ’have not’—just like Forbidden Curses, one Forbidden Curse can destroy the entire world, two Forbidden Curses cannot destroy an already destroyed world any further.

From this perspective, one, two, or many Forbidden Curses make little difference.

At most, Wizards who master more Forbidden Curses possess more rules of world convergence, able to provide clearer markers and directions for their subordinated wizards.

This is also the main reason why the Big Wizards of the Mage Alliance have increased in recent years, and the age of achieving Big Wizard status has become lower, as new Great Demons born on the demon side are outshined, and forces without mastery of Forbidden Curses, such as many stubborn conservative wizard factions, are nearly destroyed regarding legacy, having trouble even cultivating registered level wizards.