Rebirth in the Soul Street: Becoming a Demon King in Another World

On the dim shore of the bridge, various attacks flashed with different brilliance. As the faint light of dawn spread across the sky, the roars and howls filled with the pain of death were gradually driven away by the morning light and slowly weakened.

Cao Yanling was watching everything in front of him from the top of the bridge. At the same time, he was absorbing the soul power within the Sealed Territory through the incomplete soul source magic circle to repair his own soul body.

Of course, he was still analyzing the Sealed Land, and learning more about the Blessing Source Magic. The Blessing Source Magic in the Sealed Land was not complete, but he could already deduce the incomplete Blessing Source Magic Array from it, but it would take some time to complete.

The reason why Cao Yanling could deduce the source magic array so easily was not because of his powerful magical talent, but because the Lingke source magic array was not only the magic that reached the end of the flesh and blood body, but also the magic array that represented the pinnacle of analysis and deduction.

With the help of the Spirit Carving Source Magic Array, he once deduced the Dark Source Magic Array by analyzing the Dark Dragon. Not long ago, he also sensed the Soul Source Magic power on the Holy Grail. At the same time, he also did a lot of soul research, and thus deduced the incomplete Soul Source Magic Array.

After coming into contact with source magic, Cao Yanling no longer had the desire to deduce ordinary magic circles, otherwise he would have been able to deduce a concrete magic circle of blessing magic. But once he reached this level, his interest in things below the source was not so strong.

The battle lasted until the dawn. The sun hung high in the sky, casting its scorching rays indiscriminately. People bathed in the warmth and saw this long-lost light. For the first time, they understood how precious the sun was.

As for the evil spirits, they fled in panic, not knowing where to go. Their violent murderous intent had been completely replaced by fear.

The evil spirits in the Sealed Territory have been trapped in the turbid darkness for who knows how long. They have long been more filthy and chaotic than ordinary evil spirits. Now, the sunlight filled with the most yang energy is a deadly poison to them.

The sun will melt away their filth!

Melt away their chaos!

Dissolve their spiritual power!

Melt their souls!

This disaster brought by magic, this disaster brought to the human world, this war between humans and evil spirits, ultimately humans won.

The war is over! No, the war is not over yet!

The heroes said goodbye to each other and left, but the war continues!

Ambulances are running everywhere, and the war continues!

In the morning, Fuyuki went from one chaos to another, with ambulances and patrol cars running back and forth non-stop.

They are fighting a life-and-death battle against illness, and they are fighting a life-and-death battle after the war.

Cao Yanling returned to his residence, but he did not participate in the rescue. He did not think that this sinful nation was worthy of his rescue. Minimizing the disaster was the greatest favor he could do as a fellow human being.

Watching the large "gas explosion" reported on the news, Cao Yanling didn't know what to say.

Are they really just a bunch of fools? Even after such a big fuss, they still use this excuse?

He knew that this was just a superficial excuse, but he was also sure that people outside of Fuyuki City on Yingdao Island would believe it unconditionally. Many years later, this would be another urban legend of the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons.

Near the Fuyuki Bridge, Tata did not participate in the rescue work. He was a killer, so how could he have so much sympathy?

Of course, he didn't go back, but just kept wandering around as if he was looking for something.

"You really still have this habit, Ross! Whenever you run away, you always hide underground."

Tata's voice was filled with cold murderous intent.

There was a rustling sound of footsteps coming from the darkness of the underground parking lot.

"How did you find it?"

In another darkness, a shocked voice trembled out.

Bacchus took two steps back in fear, his haggard face looked completely different from before. His physical injuries had been completely recovered by the healing magic, but the trauma in his heart was difficult to heal.

"Bacchus, you're backing off!"

Ross's angry voice rang out, he was full of contempt for Bacchus's behavior, wasn't it just a failure? Was he defeated so easily? Kayneth was like this, and Bacchus was like this too!

"Tata, are you sure you want to go this far?"

Walking out of the darkness, Ross looked at Tata again, but the look in his eyes no longer showed the way he used to look at his friend.

"You dare to come to us alone, aren't you afraid that we will keep you here? Besides, are you sure you can keep me here?"

Ross suddenly shouted loudly, and the only three remaining curved mirrors floated and began to rotate around his body.

"Really? Can you walk?"

Seeing Rose's condition, Tata was full of fighting spirit. It had been a long time since he had a real fight with Rose. Can you remember when was the last time? Ten years ago? Or eleven years ago?

All the magic power in the body poured into the Pale Blade, and a large amount of wind elements overflowed, instantly covering the entire parking lot.

This is the product of Tata asking the Knight King for advice, using wind elements to simulate the Wind King's barrier. He calls it the Fierce Wind Barrier.

"Under the cover of the Fierce Wind Boundary, can you still send out your Qukong Mirror?"

Tata launched the attack directly while speaking.

Feeling the strong wind all around, Ross's face changed immediately. He moved the Mirror of the Sky to divert Tata's attack and rushed to the edge of the barrier without looking back.

The reason why he was so fearless before was because he could send out a Qukong Mirror during the battle, so that he could escape easily.

But he couldn't do it now, as most of his magic power was used up. Without magic power, he was no match for Tata, whose fighting skills were almost invincible.

"Is it true, there is really no chance of winning?"

In a dark place far away in the underground parking lot, Kayneth sighed feebly.

Feeling the battle in the parking lot, he hesitated for a long time and ultimately did not help Ross. Perhaps only when people like Ross died, the Clock Tower could regain its former glory!

This Holy Grail War is no longer meaningful to him.

Unlike other Saint Scholars, Kayneth did not come to participate in this battle for the Holy Grail. He came only to pursue glory and to consolidate his newly ascended position as a Saint Scholar.

With the consecutive deaths of two Saint Scholars and the pressure from the Magic Hall, perhaps the Clock Tower will usher in new changes.

Kayneth's eyes suddenly shone with light.

There is more than one way to gain glory. Since the Holy Grail War cannot bring you glory, why not try another direction?

Now that the Clock Tower is under Robert's rule, it seems to have gone astray. Why not use the power of the Magic Palace to get it back on track?

But I can't be the leader myself, so who is suitable?

First of all, he must be born in the Clock Tower, which represents his identity. Secondly, he must have the idea of ​​reforming magic, which represents his thoughts. Finally, he must have a good relationship with the Magic Palace, which represents his status, his status in the magical world.

So, who should be the leader?