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Chapter 635  Camilla's Fear

They say that in one's hour of need, life flashes before their very eyes. Whoosh! It all happened too fast, yet very slowly.

Everyone watched the scenes unfold in slow motion, as all being behind the hideous Camilla, now rushed forward with greenish saliva. Hiss!~

They sucked in their breaths, wanting to become one with the doors and everything else, if it meant not getting eaten. "Hell! Help! HELP!!!"

"Are you all bloody deaf out there? Help! HELP US ALREADY!"

Their cries continued to bellow out, as they pinched themselves in an attempt to wake up from this gruesome nightmare. Please, anyone… if you save them, they'd be willing to even give their savior their kidneys. Science was all a lie! Science had been receiving them all this time. Several people wanted refunds for the many years they lived in the dark, oblivious to the true dangers around them. Like so, despite their loss in faith, they began praying to the God of Science, making all prayers they swore to keep. 'God of Science… I know you're out there. But I want you to show me a sign, showing me that you are truly real.' 'God of Science, I swear that if you appear, I will shave my own head and abstain from women and meat for the next 20 years… no… make that 10… 5…2….1… Erm, can we make it month— weeks?'

'God of Science, I swear, I'll turn a new leaf if you do this for me… Of course God of Science, I'm talking about talking about turning new broccoli leaves in a pot and eating the whole thing just for you… after all, you know how much I hate it. '(#_#)' [The actual God of Science and Innovations in the heavens]

Thank you? Should he be grateful and happy with such offers and prayers? … Just like that many said silent prayers in their hearts. However, this didn't seem to have any effects on their current predicaments. Camilla chuckled amusingly when seeing their desperate actions. 1… 2… 3… Too late! These unserious beings had appeared inches before their faces. Their unholy stench was greater up close, their sharpened claws already aiming for their throats, yet everyone was paralyzed with just one thought in mind – It's Over. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Everyone was mere milliseconds away from death. Yet Dorian who had long been seated and forgotten, slowly raised his low lashes. He got the signal. "Go." BOOM! Sonic waves erupted, pushing and squishing everyone into sardines. Ba-ahhh! They flew into the air, bumping into each other and falling from the impact of 2 mighty forces clashing. No .. scratch that. Note 2, but many. Lifting their fluttering eyelashes, all they raised their heads and were taken aback by those who now stood before them and the monsters. Saviors! (+0+)

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The speed at which they worshiped these people from the East was astonishing. Wasn't it you who jeered at them in the beginning? Like the cowards they were, several people were on their knees, hunching their necks while hiding behind these towering people from the East. Camilla narrowed her face at the peculiar men and women who pushed back her army of minions. Who were they? Such super strength… Did they sign a contract with a powerful demon? Camilla was completely oblivious to the word — Exorcism.

It seems it was never examined to her, since first off, there have been no records of any exorcists in this world. Beelzebub, Lord of the flies, Prince of Decay, Prince of Gluttony, and his minions, didn't see the need in telling her about this. After all, she had one job and that one job alone to do. There is so much they knew, especially about the humans in other worlds, universes, galaxies and faraway regions. So is it everything they know that they must tell? Such information would be worthless to her, so why bother? Beelzebub and several top underworld beings thought this way. Unbeknownst to them, it is their negligence that would lead to a debt in their plans. Why? Because Camilla was once a human. She knew best the true meaning of: better safe than sorry. Why have Butler Sheng and several other exorcisms kept winning time and time again? That's because the pride and egos in all Underworld beings were too inflated. They always felt they could handle humans, even if they were met with 1 or 2 humans blessed with supernatural strength from the heavens. They had absolute trust that there was definitely no Exorcist in this world. So no matter what human they faced, they felt they would regenerate in no time and return for revenge. Sadly, they only realized this mistake when it was late. But for Camilla, a former human, things would have been different had she known of the existence of Exorcists in other worlds. If they had at least schooled her on what exorcists do and what they were, Camilla would have moved in this world with some level of caution. Why? Because for humans, even if they are told that there are no exorcists in this world, they will always believe one was able to slip through the cracks. So what if the chances are 0.000000000009% n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

So long as there's even a tiny chance for any to crush a planet, they would still keep a look out for that ant. Sadly, no one taught Camilla about exorcists. So she instantly confused that they must've gotten their powers from some other higher underworld being. She refused to believe there wasn't rotting flesh underneath their smooth bodies. Tsk. No wonder they too were stunning. It must be the blessing from the creature they signed contracts with. Camilla sneered, knowing that Lord Beelzebub was the strongest underworld being, currently in existence. What does this mean? It means her Backer was Boss, and whatever backer the enemy had, was just rubbish.

Hmph! This was a typical 'my daddy is bigger than yours,' situation. .

Dammit! "How dare you interfere with my meal? Do you know–" Bam! Dorian didn't even let her finish her catch a breath. In a flash he was before her, pulling out sword from a coin and slashing at her there without mercy. Boom! Camilla smacked into the far wall like a fly, feeling the taste of her own blood in her mouth. So painful! Her pupils widened 5 times their size, not believing the pain she was currently undergoing. Unlike the other times when Dorian plays around with his 'victims' before killing them, Dorian was serious about getting rid of her fast. So there was no playing time here. He appeared before her with full intentions of exorcizing her where they liked it or not. Camilla suddenly lost complete control of the space, making it turn fat worse than its already rundown appearance. Ahhhh! The floors, the walls and everything else was filled and centered with bones and rotting corpses and stretched out of the walls to beg for freedom from their suffering. "No, no, you get away from me!" The onlookers were petrified, crawling away from the doors, almost pushing the exorcists who were now protecting them. Why them? Why were they the ones who had to be selected for tonight's celebrations? Several people looked at the many battle scenes unfolding before their very eyes, praying that they, humans, will win no matter the cost. Heck! Even if it means the exorcists dying with these creatures, then so be it. They were all very greedy for life, and wanted to live no matter who had to be sacrificed to make that happen. Bam!

Camilla now found herself below Dorian, in a position she was very familiar with.

Before her demise, her brother had stood on top of her in this manner, with one leg on the ground and one leg on her chest. He had the same expressionless face, except her brother's was also filled with disgust and fleeting fury in his glassy eyes.

. 'What's going on?' Camilla questioned, after getting setbacks time and time again. No! Something's not right. Camilla was truly happy she used to be a former human in her last life. There was a saying that one must live to fight another day rather than completely lose in death. Her human side came to play because unlike underworld creatures who would still keep their ego on top and their regenerative abilities and chance for revenge as their Trump cards… She, Camilla, knew when to trust and listen to her instincts. And now, it was telling her one thing – RUN!

Camilla did exactly what her mind was instructing, vanishing from the scene milliseconds before Dorian's cool could pin her down. Dorian's eyes turned cold, taking out the spare key and inserting it into the space Camilla vanished from. Sure enough, the doorway would disappear if he didn't have another key.

This was a space made by Beelzebub himself. Marching in, Dorian narrowed his gaze at the jaw-dropped Camilla who seemed dumbfounded by his sudden emergence into her private space "You—" He has the spare key. At this moment she knew Dorian had come to completely eradicate her from the surface of the planet. So how could she not panic? 'No! I must get to the defensive room Lord Beelzebub made. ' Only in there, will she be truly safe.