The Witch Hunter System

Chapter 838: Balmodan's Humbleness



"Give me one reason why I should trust you, Immortal Lycan King," Henrietta demanded with a frown.

"Even you won't believe what I say so easily, huh? As frustrating as it is, I suppose it is understandable..." Balmodan uttered sullenly before mentioning, "I don't know if you have heard about this yet, but we, Great Devils, have agreed to give Vaan Raphna a chance to become one of us Great Devils."

"Should he agree and fulfill the conditions, he will get to choose his own territory, and no other Great Devil can cause trouble in it without a justifiable reason. Since Great Devil Hecate has vouched for his talents, I have no doubt he will agree and succeed."

"Of course, that is not the reason for my visit today. I am not here for official business but to confirm a personal curiosity of mine. Either way, I hope you can see why I am not here to look for trouble," Balmodan said.

Henrietta contemplated for a moment before replying coolly, "Suppose what you say is true. How can you be so sure that Vaan will agree to fulfill your conditions and become a Great Devil?"

"Because it is the only way for him to live without losing anything," Balmodan indifferently stated, adding, "Vaan Raphna has already killed Abaddon. Do you think the rest of us Great Devils would just do nothing and let him grow if there were no incentives for letting him live?"

"The answer is no. If there were no incentives for keeping Vaan Raphna alive, we would have hunted him until he was dead," Balmodan stated sternly.

Henrietta quickly frowned in thought again.

At the same time, she also cautioned the mercenaries and witches to leave with a wave of her hand. Moments later, only Henrietta and Balmodan remained in the area with no one else to disturb or eavesdrop on their conversation.

"It's quite funny that you could say such a thing so seriously, Immortal Lycan King. Have you forgotten how you ran with your tails tucked between your legs three hundred years ago?" Henrietta calmly mentioned.

"For three hundred years since that big war, you did not dare to set foot into these lands again. Yet, here you are now, saying the Great Devils would hunt my husband if he didn't agree to become one of you."

"Did the three hundred years of relative peace help you forget the terror of that day and regain your courage? What makes you think all of you can return to Gehenna with your lives if you dare come over here to hunt my husband?" Henrietta coldly asked.

"Your husband...? No, that's not important," Balmodan was momentarily surprised before he quickly shook his head and turned solemn, asking, "How do you know about that day? Did the Spirit of the Golden Dragon tell you that, Black Rose?"

"The Spirit of the Golden Dragon? You think it was the Spirit of the Golden Dragon that scared you off that day?" Henrietta suddenly laughed and said, "I should applaud you for doing your homework since you know about the Golden Dragon."

"Even I do not know if the Golden Dragon is actually still alive or not. However, I can assure you that it was not the Spirit of the Golden Dragon that scared you off that day, Immortal Lycan King."

"It is ridiculous even to think so. That said, I can't fault you for not recognizing an Empyrean God's aura when you are only a mere Peak Rank 6 Divine Being," Henrietta stated, seemingly contemptuous.

'An Empyrean God...? A Rank 13 True Divinity...?'

Balmodan's pupil shrank into slits before he gave the Black Rose Transcendent Witch a hard look as he re-evaluated his understanding of her.

How did a mere Transcendent of some desolate and backward realm know about Empyrean Gods?

Even Great Devils like him had only ever heard about them and never had the chance to see one. After all, Empyrean Gods were peak existences, standing above all but one in Chaos.

"An Empyrean God, you say? I don't know where you heard that term, but you can't bluff me with just that, Black Rose," Balmodan said doubtfully as he tried to see through Henrietta's mind.

"A bluff, huh?" Henrietta smiled, seemingly amused.

"If a bluff was all it took to scare you off, then it must have been a pretty damn good bluff since it bought Pangea three hundred years of relative peace."

"Since you doubt me, shall I remind you of the horror you felt that day?" Henrietta suggested.

However, she did not wait for a reply before letting her master partially take over her body. In that instant, the heavenly laws were stirred as they sensed Empyrean Scarletsea's existence and call.

Very shortly, the primordial aura of an Empyrean God emanated from Henrietta's body.

It didn't feel oppressive and suffocating like Balmodan's devilish aura. However, it completely eclipsed it with its all-encompassing and ancientness.

Balmodan's aura was just an infant learning how to crawl in front of that empyrean aura that seemed like it had been around since the beginning of time.

"T-This is...!" Balmodan's doubtful eyes widened in horror.

The familiar aura immediately triggered his memory to recall the scene during the Holy War.

Although the aura had been very distantly sensed during that war, it was etched into his memory very vividly. As such, he couldn't have been mistaken; it was exactly the same aura.

However, now that he was feeling it again at a much closer proximity, the aura's distinctive traits became clearer to him.

Indeed, this kind of primordial aura was far too ancient to belong to a mere Divine Being. It had surpassed it and entered the realm of True Divinity.

"You..." Balmodan stared at Henrietta with disbelief.

He had never imagined a mere Transcendent figure like her could host such a vast and ancient

aura.

How was that even possible?

"You Great Devils see my husband as a big threat. However, I have always been your biggest threat, be it past, present, or future," Henrietta coolly stated before adding, "How bold of you to come back after my first warning."

It was unclear whether it was actually Henrietta or Empyrean Scarletsea speaking. "This Junior apologizes if he has ever offended you, Your Excellency. This Junior just had a simple wish of wanting to meet Vaan Raphna out of curiosity. There is definitely no malice or ill will involved."

Balmodan humbly lowered his head with a fist-palm salute while breaking into cold sweats. Not a shred of pride or arrogance could be seen in his eyes.

The world has always been ruled by the strong. If he wasn't strong, then he had to act

accordingly.

"Go back to your den, Immortal Lycan King. My husband isn't here right now. I will inform him of your intent to visit him when he returns. If he wishes to see you, a messenger will be

sent to you."

"There's no need to trouble Your Excellency like that. If you point this Junior in the right

direction, he can just-"

"I don't want to repeat myself."

"This Junior will humbly take his leave."

...

Shortly after Balmodan bolted back to his territory, the empyrean aura on Henrietta's body

was slowly withdrawn back into her soul, where Empyrean Scarletsea resided.

'Sorry, Master,' Henrietta immediately apologized after a short sigh.