The Golden Lord Has A Perverted Sss Rank Summoning System Chapter 232

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[Your assumption is correct.]

A deep, gravelly male voice echoed, as if it had sprung from within Ethan’s own mind.

The young Lord’s face contorted, and a dry, inhuman laugh vibrated through the air around him.

[That young man was a most delicious source of golden souls, but now that you’ve taken him from me, I think you should compensate me, don’t you?]

The demon’s voice echoed, wavering between interest and boredom.

Out of the darkness, Ethan saw a pair of blood-red eyes open, but he did not let himself be frightened.

“If you have a wife, send her to me and I’ll take care of her for you as compensation. Otherwise, Fuck you.” He growled, not showing the slightest interest in the demon.

[Hahaha, you’re quite an interesting guy, you know? That Ulric spoke very badly of you. Too bad he failed the mission I gave him.]

At those words, Ethan’s face hardened even further.

So that was it. Ulric had been following that demon’s orders the whole time.

That explained why he and Alaric had been so eager to kill him.

He was about to respond with another taunt when his system’s voice echoed in his mind.

[The souls of the Golden Lords are blessed and considerably strong. Because of this, they are a real feast for demons. Don’t be fooled by a single word he says.]

Ethan silently nodded to the system, his face cold as stone.

[Now…] The demon’s voice came again. [Why don’t we make a deal? Alistair promised me the souls of ten Golden Lords in exchange for my power, but he managed to deliver only four. If you accept what I offer, simply provide me with the remaining six souls.]

The moment the demon fell silent, a system screen appeared before Ethan.

[You have been given the chance to make a pact with a demon. Do you wish to accept it?

Conditions: Provide six souls of Golden Lords to the Demon of Cruelty.

Reward: The demonic ability “Skill Theft”]

[Yes] [No]

’Hm… so that’s where Alistair got the ability to steal Golden Ring’s skills from others.’ Ethan’s lips curved into a cold smile, and without a second thought, he clicked “No.”

For a moment, there was only silence. Then, from within that silence, a roar overflowing with fury erupted.

[You damned human brat! You break my toy and still think you’ll get away without paying me?!] The demon’s voice exploded like thunder, already beginning to fade into the air.

[I curse you! I curse your lineage and all those you have ever loved!]

[The Demon of Cruelty attempts to cast a curse upon you.]

[The Goddess of Life turns her curious eyes toward you. With a simple gesture of her delicate hands, a blessing descends from above and envelops your being.]

[You have received a temporary blessing from the Goddess of Life. For the next year, you and your entire family will be immune to all types of disease, poison, curses, and the like.]

[You have resisted the curse: “Eternal Necrosis”]

The moment he read that last notification, Ethan’s heart trembled.

Eternal Necrosis. A cruel curse that slowly killed the body from within, reducing the afflicted to a mass of black, rotting flesh, eternally alive in its own suffering.

He raised his eyes to the heavens, his gaze filled with reverence, and let out a heavy breath.

If he ever built a church in Goldenveil, the Goddess of Life would have absolute priority. Beside her, of course, would stand the Goddess of Beauty and the Goddess of Death.

As for the male gods… they would still need to prove their worth before being worthy of the reverence of the people of Goldenveil.

Shaking his head slightly, Ethan pushed those thoughts from his mind and refocused on what was happening around him.

The battle did not last long after Alistair’s death.

Two third-stage warriors managed to break through Goldenveil’s formation and, along with five hundred other soldiers, escaped down the flank. The rest were left behind, doomed to slaughter.

In just over twenty minutes, Ethan found himself surrounded by a mountain of corpses, the ground beneath his boots soaked in blood.

His eyes swept the field until they settled on Evelyn.

The warrior beauty kept one foot firmly planted on the crushed head of a third-stage warrior, her golden armor entirely bathed in crimson that ran down the plates and dripped slowly onto the muddy ground.

Right beside her stood Mireya, with purple skin and silvery-white hair.

Her appearance was considerably cleaner, though the number of enemies slain by her hand was no less than Evelyn’s.

The two of them, alone, had slain three third-stage warriors and over three hundred ordinary soldiers.

Ethan also recognized other familiar faces scattered across the field, and a quiet breath of relief slipped from his lips as he confirmed that everyone had survived.

Adam, Cain, and Vaelith.

The three were the greatest geniuses of the new generation of the Goldenveil Guard, and all had reached the pinnacle of the second stage thanks to that battle.

It wouldn’t be long before they reached the third stage as well.

Alice and Veronica, who had been fighting on the other side of the field, hurried across the river toward him.

Upon confirming that her husband was unharmed, Alice stood on tiptoe and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, paying no mind to the blood that streaked his face.

Then she hurried off to tend to the wounded soldiers. Her powerful healing magic was capable of saving even those who seemed on the brink of death.

Ethan exhaled slowly, stretching his tense shoulders and allowing his body to finally relax after all the adrenaline pulsing through his veins.

Extending his open hand toward the ground, Ethan activated the Blood Emperor’s Ring.

In that very instant, several system notifications appeared, not only for him but for every participant in that battle.

They had won. And now, it was time to reap the rewards.