Vile Evil Hides Under The Veil Chapter 2014: Power to Create New Demonic Bloodlines

The Root witches and warlocks reacted with haste.

They assisted the captains, who were shivering and unsteady under the immense pressure of their approaching Calamities, helping them ascend into the sky.

Eren also took flight, utilizing his WindFire Wings to personally supervise the entire process.

He trailed behind them into the firmament, extending his perception across the territory as he observed the twenty captains being transported in various directions—some headed north, some toward the open sea, and others into the depths of the neighboring marine forest islands.

Several minutes slipped by.

Suddenly, the heavens let out a roar.

The atmosphere above every location churned into dark storm clouds.

Streaks of lightning descended from the heavens—one for each captain—striking the earth with cataclysmic power. The resulting shockwaves rumbled across the terrain like heavy thunder.

From his high vantage point, Eren witnessed twenty separate storms illuminating the horizon in every direction. His robes snapped in the wind behind him, his gaze dancing with a sense of intrigue.

"They actually triggered it… every single one of them," he whispered.

His intention had been to challenge them to grasp their true potential. However, he had not anticipated that all twenty would hit the threshold for S-Rank simultaneously.

The sheer force of the fiend transformation, paired with Eren’s instruction on the application of demonic powers, had pushed them past their limits. Consequently, White Raven Island was once again on the brink of fresh devastation and chaos due to this event.

Nevertheless, this was a positive development. It was a gamble, but a beneficial one.

Eren wore a faint smirk as he watched the distant flashes of electricity.

"If you survive this," he murmured to himself, "you won't just be captains anymore. You'll be the first wave of S-Ranked fiends in my army."

A few more minutes passed.

Eren remained suspended in midair, arms folded as his eyes scanned the expansive horizon. The sky over Labh Salem had transformed into a theater of natural warfare.

Thunderclouds surged and cracked with rage, while lightning bolts sliced through the air, crashing into the secluded spots where the Root captains confronted their S-Rank Calamities.

He stayed silent, his eyes tracking every strike with focused intensity. Though the winds howled and the distant earth trembled, Eren’s silhouette stayed motionless, held aloft by the rhythmic beating of his WindFire Wings.

Swoosh. Zoom. Still.

A sudden gust of air rushed past him. He turned his head slightly to look back.

Marina and Azurea were hovering behind him, their dragon wings fully extended, the moonlight glinting off the scales that covered their limbs. Both were in their dragonoid forms, their mana cloaks rippling gently in the high-altitude breeze.

Marina scanned the area, her eyes widening as she tallied the number of lightning strikes across the distance.

"What on earth… Eren, what is going on?" she questioned, her voice a mix of wonder and anxiety. "Did you… cause this?"

Azurea remained quiet at first, her golden pupils fixed on one of the Calamity sites. The radiant clouds over each spot made it appear as though the planet’s own fury had been unleashed. Her typical playful demeanor had vanished, replaced by a somber unease.

Azurea was no stranger to S-Rank Calamities, having successfully navigated her own trial. Yet, the ordeals being endured by the Root witches and warlocks at this moment appeared far more violent and perilous than her own experience.

This was due to the fact that these were no ordinary trials. Eren’s fiend transformation had altered the fundamental existential template of the Root members, evolving them into various sub-races of fiends.

Consequently, these trials were not merely testing a mana practitioner's capacity to break into the S-Rank; they were also testing the new Existential Concepts introduced by Eren as entirely fresh templates and their distinct variations.

The Root members were required to validate their new nature through these trials. Failure meant they would lose the ability to hold a physical form, having been rejected by the World Will of Labh Salem.

Only death awaited those who could not force their way into Labh Salem’s established "food chain" as legitimate entities. Conversely, if they triumphed, they would be recognized as the founding ancestors of their respective demonic bloodlines.

Such was the authority of the Elder Ichor’s divine throne. It granted its true successor the ability to forge new and potent demonic lineages and clans. Technically, this power could be wielded by Demon Princes as well, but it reached its true potential when utilized by someone like Eren.

"Labh Salem's World Will… it's furious," Azurea whispered. "It feels as if we are being punished for violating the peace of Raashim."

Eren let out a soft chuckle, his tone calm and unperturbed. Certain concepts were difficult to explain to Azurea.

"Don't worry. Everything is fine," he remarked, his gaze fixed forward. "These aren't punishments. They are milestones."

He glanced back at them and smirked.

"You are witnessing the emergence of the first generation of S-Ranked fiends under my command. Kekeke. Twenty S-Rank elites, if all goes as planned. I suppose the coming Witches Sabbath won't be complete chaos for White Raven Island after all. At the very least, we will be better equipped to defend our maritime interests. Now… if only everyone can return here alive… that would be ideal."

Both sisters blinked in astonishment.

"You orchestrated this… intentionally?" Marina asked.

Eren answered, "Not exactly. I viewed it as a remote possibility even if I didn't explicitly plan for it. Regardless, I didn't anticipate it would happen all at once."

The three of them watched in silence for nearly half an hour. One by one, the storms began to subside. The fierce claps of thunder gradually dimmed, and the heavens started to clear as the Calamity trials concluded across Labh Salem.

Eren lifted a hand, manifesting his Spectral Screen. A network of glowing runes and lines shimmered before him as he reached out to the Root witches and warlocks stationed at each site.

Responses arrived rapidly. One after another, he received status updates, mana pulses, and confirmations.

"Eighteen… have survived the ordeal," he noted, letting out a relieved breath.

However, his expression soon darkened.

"Two are in critical condition."

Without a second thought, Eren banked sharply to the left, his wings flaring wide. His frame surged forward like a falling star, piercing through the wind.

Marina and Azurea followed him immediately, refraining from asking questions this time.

They didn't have to.

Something had gone wrong—and they were well aware that Eren would not permit anyone under his banner to fall without a struggle. It wasn't out of compassion, but because losing them would be a waste of the resources he had invested.