Devouring Monarch: Rebirth of the Profane Phoenix - Chapter 288

Chapter 288: The Fallen Sun Cult Appears!

Asura’s first thought was to attack; however, before he could move, the sound of a woman’s irritating voice whispered in his ear.

“Oh~ no, you don’t, my dear.” The voice of Vela, yet the sickening and disturbing tone of the white snake he fought back in that dungeon.

‘What!? Vela!’

“What did you do to her, your bitch!?”

His body exploded with the devil’s aura, and his mantle was so thick that it covered most of his body, like a shadowy robe.

However, the figure of Vela vanished; standing beside him was a woman with an astounding beauty, the same hairstyle and dress as Vela. However, her hair became black, and her eyes turned golden with slit pupils.

“Where is Vela!?”

“She’s resting. Have a wonderful dream.”

‘When did they switch? When did Vela vanish!?’

Asura’s hearts raced, both of them flowing with Animus and Aura filled with anger, a burning rage that swirled inside his chest.

“Ah~ your agonised face is so cute. Our rings match, fufu~ I am sure she enjoyed your last kiss so much she fell asleep and is back in her room sleeping.”

“What do you want, bitch?”

His right hand grasped into the air, the gigantic black sword gifted by his father held tight. The beautiful eastern saintess who carried the bloodline of the devouring serpent held a beautiful white katana.

As if his words triggered something in her, she transformed with her eyes becoming dilated and bloodshot, while her sharp teeth bit into her lower lips, creating a bloody mess.

“You, you, you, you, you, I want you! I need you, and I will have you!”

“Ho ho ho, it seems the saintess is overstepping her bounds~ CALM DOWN WENCH!” The chubby male who first appeared shouted, his outfit now a black robe with various symbols and runes, with the emblem of the fallen sun on his back.

“Now then, the Kingdom of Silvara and new Prince Asura Phoenix~ I am the Central Archbishop of the Fallen Sun! Don’t you think your recent actions have been a little too condescending towards our mighty power? Towards our divine lord!?”

‘So their real aim is still him!? How is it this ugly bastard is hiding his actual body this whole time, to the point neither the queen nor any of the stronger warriors here could detect it?’

“Enough chitchat, where’s Vela!?”

“Tsk-tsk-tsk, demanding. Wouldn’t you like to know? She is fine—after all, if we upset our little Divine Sacrifice too much, wouldn’t we be shooting ourselves in the foot?”

This was the first person from the Fallen Sun Cult to call Asura a divine sacrifice rather than the Divine Son. Asura believed the central branch of the cult only served the divine lord, which meant they probably knew more about the upper realms than the other branches.

‘She is fine… then I should try to get more information from this fat man.’

“You said Divine Sacrifice. And when did you bastards learn proper terms for your sacrifices?”

“Oh ho ho, it’s good you asked!”

“Elias, can we hurry? If not, I will have him.” The Saintess in front of him spoke with a greedy look in her eyes, yet the central Archbishop ignored her.

“Virgin slut! If you desire him so much, why not just take him here? I have no interest in the other branches’ ploys to temp this sacrifice!”

“Fool! The ritual—”

“Foolish bitch! Ritual!? Our sacrificial goal here in the Mortal Realm has nothing to do with such a mundane ritual! Time is running out as we speak! We could perform the ceremony at any time. Now get lost before I feed you to the Abyss!”

“No! I’m staying here! He is mine!”

“Whatever. Here, have at it.”

This disgusting, evil-looking, fat old man vanished while the Saintess in front of him shivered a moment. With her overpowering aura and that face so similar to a goddess, it was a pleasure to admire. Even a holy warrior would’ve had their lusts tempted.

However, Asura was different. All that remained on his mind was Vela and driving the church out of this city.

“Rude, mongrels. Dare you to ignore this Queen!”

Obviously worried for her daughter and new son, the queen’s body, wrapped in silver armour, rushed towards the old man, holding her silver sword in her hand.

“Seriously? Is this it?” the white Saintess pouted but licked her lips. “Will you turn your back on your kingdom’s future? Your future?”

“Bitch! Explain! Where is Vela!?” Asura and the Queen cried out, yet the woman gave a beautiful smile, her eyes glimmering.

“Die.”

With her pretty white dress and silk gloves, the female saintess jumped like a golden-crowned eagle and viciously stabbed at the two. The silver Queen and the masked Prince defended with their swords, causing a massive explosion of pure force that destroyed half of the church walls and caused her raw aura to rush outward.

Rumbling the atmosphere and even the earth beneath them.

“Now, now, stop destroying the place.” Elias appeared with a low thud, his sharp claws almost tearing through the queen’s neck, saved by seven Valkyrie who appeared to block the man’s attack.

“Get your filthy claws off Her Majesty!”

“Sins will always have sinners~ little homunculus know your place!”

The air in the distance echoed with the sound of a heart-piercing wail.

“Noooooooo!? My husband!”

Back on the floor, one noble who fought against the cult stood with a blade through his back; the one who killed him was another noble of Silvara, but on that man’s chest was the emblem of the fallen sun.

There were traitors… and they finally stood up.

“Your majesty!”

“Annihilation! Annihilate the traitors! In my name, I charge thee to drive this infestation from my Kingdom!”

As the queen barked out her orders, Elias smiled, yet a foul smell wafted around the entire palace.

“Eugh, what is that smell!?”

“Disgusting.”

“A foul stench!”

“No, this is—argh!”

“I can’t breathe!?”

“Eh? My chest—caaahhh!”

“Argh!”

The citizens, soldiers, and even those who attended the ball in the ballroom felt their chests tighten, their lungs screaming and burning with the sensation of being ravaged. Asura’s nose sniffed before his eyes narrowed, a feeling of dread and disgust filling his stomach. They were burning those they killed alive.

This scent was that of burning humans, infused with magic to amplify the effect on others’ mental state and their health.

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Screams and death shrouded the entire capital while the nobles fought against the Fallen Sun’s inner faction. All were dying. All were victims. The flames and cries of the citizens below screamed across the skies and brought terror to the nobles, but not all were equal.

At the centre of the city, ignorant of this mess, stood a woman standing still, her power in a realm that wasn’t the world anymore.

Freyja’s eyes watched everything with a faint smile as if nothing concerned her. Death and suffering never entered her sight, as she only watched one figure. The new prince is fighting against several Stage Seven cultists and a woman with pure white skin and golden eyes.

“Tsk~ you finally got your eyes on him. But it’s too late~ I already chose him, and stop these pointless restarts!”

Freyja chuckled. “Shoo-shoo, stop and scram, bitch.”

“Oho, telling me to scram, how many times do I have to tell you? I will have him!”

“Why did you fall? You were perfect, and that one chose you.” The saintess spoke with a serious voice, a low and violent tone as she glared at Freyja, resilient and refusing to submit.

“Stop clinging to your ‘past’ and join me in the present. White snake, that man was inferior compared to Asura!”

“Fufu~ I agree; nothing comes close to Asura~ I will have him, make him become one with me and give birth to the most powerful children!”

“Children?” Freyja paused. “The only one who can have his children is me.”

The air grew cold as the realm rippled like a small lake, and both beings of purity stood in the centre of the arena with their powers threatening to collide.

“You. You will not take him; it was my father who should have chosen him, for it was me who was his betrothed and fiancee, yet you! You changed the world, selfish, arrogant and fallen goddess!”

“Don’t cry, little snake. I will make wonderful soup from your lifeless body.”

“Should you use that power, HE will know, and you will never see your little Asura again!”

The Saintess and Freyja knew each other and about the various rebirths that Asura lived through, with the Saintess claiming to be his rightful fiancée and wife. Her twisted and crazed eyes, with both cheeks curled into a crescent, with a wicked smile.

“If I go down, you and your Asura will share the same fate in hell!”

Freyja chuckled in amusement, her eyes shut tightly and her laughter incessant. “Che, you won’t try anything foolish. Besides, he and I share a bond you can never compare. I have spent thousands of years to reach this moment! A desire far more than some little snake who covets his body.”

While the two argued, Freyja touched the sword of Silvara, her eyes glowing silver for a moment as the Anima stored in the sword, its silver and purple aura suddenly transforming into a deadly form, black lightning, and dark clouds began covering the skies.

“What are you doing!?” The saintess screamed while Asura’s blade tore through another cultist, his ears keenly listening to everything the pair spoke of while focusing on saving several people, his body covered in bloody marks from their relentless assault.

The wedding descended into chaos. Before he could recover his thoughts, the entire capital turned ablaze, and various battles continued.

‘The sword of Silvara… it sounds in pain,’ Asura thought while he tried to reach the palace to stop her from using it. Three cultists attacked him, halting his movements, while the queen clashed with Elias, her calm demeanour destroyed.
This attack wasn’t a test or joke. The cult was coming to Silvara’s throat.

Freyja looked back at Asura, his black sword slicing through the air like lightning in the sky, cutting and dodging his enemies’ attacks. She was impressed but furious with the Saintess, who kept interrupting her and spilling secrets.

“If you are truly the future bride, the future wife and mother of his child… I will gladly tear out your intestines, then shove them inside your skull. Poetic, no?”

The saintess shivered, a serpentine tongue peeking out from her mouth before she vanished in bright light, leaving behind an angry Freyja with her power burning the earth.

“Impertinent bitch!”

Her hands touching the blade, Freyja poured her power into it while the land shook in awe and the cloud of Animus swirled black and red like a storm and swallowed half the city in an instant. “These foolish cultists are ruining my son’s first wedding. His joyous moment was ruined… I will destroy them all.”

However, her voice was calmer now, and a trace of pity was visible. “Unlucky, your happiness at this minor victory will soon become the start of your grievances.”

With a sharp scream, thunder filled the skies, and a single bolt of dark light surged through the burning buildings and broken streets before striking Elias from above. The man screamed, his hands deflecting the blow. However, the light passed through his defence and struck his body, setting it on fire.

“Ack, gack, what!?”

“Arghhhh!”

His body, covered in flames that burned his soul, struggled and shook as he tossed and turned like a madman.

A moment later, another bolt struck another cultist, one after another and another, until the palace was set ablaze, and the cultists vanished from Silvara.

“N-Nooooooo? Wha-What have you done!?” A member of the church screamed as immense cracks shaped like a spider’s web covered the surface of the first queen’s sword.

The world was about to fall into an unpredictable chaos.