THE VILLAIN'S POV Chapter 720: Shadow Sect vs the High Demons (2)

"Finally!"

As the result he had been anticipating for so long finally materialized, Zibar’s grin grew wider.

Frey Starlight had showcased power that far surpassed their initial estimates, yet despite that unexpected hurdle... he and the animated corpse of Abraham had succeeded in achieving their primary objective.

The Engineer... German had at last stepped onto the field of battle after lurking in the darkness for so long.

There he stood, positioned at the edge of the crater, staring down at them with those freezing blue eyes...

An involuntary flicker of anxiety stirred in Zibar’s chest the moment their eyes met.

Having lived long enough to see German at the peak of his influence, Zibar remembered with chilling clarity what the man was truly capable of.

However, Zibar quickly regained his composure. With one hand, he tightened his hold on Frey’s unconscious form, while his other hand remained buried in the boy's chest.

The current German was merely a remnant of his former self.

His physical vessel had endured far more devastation than any other member of the Nameless’s Sect; he had been laboring over a specific scheme for centuries—no, for millennia.

He was no longer capable of a proper fight. Eliminating him would be simple.

Even if the three of them proved insufficient... Zibar felt no reason for alarm, and the cause for his confidence manifested immediately.

The world grew dim as foul, black ink materialized in the air, swirling together to herald the arrival of yet another wretched demon.

German shifted his gaze away from Zibar and Abraham with a calm expression, turning instead toward the adversary he knew had been lying in wait.

Moments later, that corrupt mass twisted into the shape of Wesker, who stepped onto the battlefield with a repulsive smile fixed upon his face.

"We meet again... dog of Nameless."

Wesker offered a twisted greeting to his rival as he drifted casually over the cavernous crater created by Frey Starlight’s clash with Zibar and Abraham.

"You cannot conceive how exhausting it was to flush you out after all this time. You are remarkably skilled at hiding... so much so that not even with the King’s Eye could I track you down. You should take pride in that."

Wesker spoke the truth. During his entire tenure on Earth, he had never once successfully pinpointed German’s location.

The man with the blue eyes always managed to evade him, sabotaging his moves and disrupting his agendas without ever revealing his presence.

German finally showed his face... and a thin smile touched his lips, directed toward the demon.

"Keep your compliments. I have no use for the praise of a demon."

German spoke as he discarded the tattered black cloak he had worn for ages.

At that sight, Wesker’s smirk broadened.

"Well now... what do we have here? Should I assume you intend to battle? In that shattered husk of a body? Hehehe..."

He taunted him, his eyes scanning every fracture and crack marring German’s vessel.

The Engineer had once been the masterwork of Nameless...

the absolute peak of authority over the laws governing life and death.

German’s current shell had been designed as a perfect replica of his original body...

perhaps even more robust.

But the passage of time had been brutal.

Only Nameless himself possessed the power to mend that vessel, as no other member of the Sect held dominion over the Law of Life.

Possessing that very law was the sole reason their vessels functioned at all.

German offered no reply, which caused Wesker to slowly draw nearer.

"You are aware that you have no hope here, follower of Nameless... at least not with your own strength."

Wesker’s King’s Eye shone with an ominous light.

He had fully anticipated German’s appearance once they threatened to drag Frey to Hellmond... a realm entirely beyond German's reach, leaving him no choice but to step in.

However, Wesker had genuinely expected German to bring reinforcements.

The Shadow Sect had slaughtered humanity... surely some of their elite warriors, like Adir, would be present.

Yet German had arrived solitary.

This was the detail that confused Wesker.

German was far from a fool.

He had proven many times that he could match Wesker’s strategic mind step for step.

Thus, Wesker knew the man had a plan in motion, and he was determined to expose it.

To achieve this, he decided to initiate the conflict.

"You are isolated this time, follower of Nameless. Even the human you once leaned on has turned into your foe. Tell me... what is your next move?"

Wesker advanced, while Zibar and Abraham moved forward as well...

Zibar still gripped Frey’s broken body in his hand.

Meanwhile, Gepetto retreated, pulling Ada along with him.

He was unable to touch her because of the peculiar barrier shielding her, so he relocated both her and the shield simultaneously by weaving a massive net of aura around them.

Ada was on the verge of losing consciousness, blood flowing freely down her face from her forehead...

but it was the vacant, despairing look in her eyes that was most striking...

having watched her father and brother engage in a fight to the death.

After seeing Frey collapse...

after watching him be brutalized by the circle of enemies surrounding them...

German finally showed himself.

But standing alone, he looked insignificant compared to their overwhelming power.

Wesker did not hesitate.

He gathered a massive wave of dark aura and fired it toward German with terrifying velocity.

The strike was cataclysmic, infused with Wesker’s full might.

The beam reached German in a heartbeat...

but then, for no apparent reason...

The dark aura shattered in all directions, vanishing before it could even graze him.

Both Wesker and Zibar narrowed their eyes in suspicion.

They could not comprehend what German had done, or by what means he had canceled the attack.

"So you still possess enough power for a decent struggle, at the very least."

Wesker remarked, as his body began to emit an incredibly thick aura of shadow.

On the opposite side, Zibar prepared to join the fray.

"Be careful, follower of Nameless," Zibar cautioned, hoisting Frey’s limp, blood-soaked form so German could see him clearly.

"Your precious little student is in my grasp."

"You are a heartless one, aren't you? Allowing him to fight until his very limit, only to appear at the end to scavenge every bit of his effort. It makes me wonder... who is the master and who is the tool here?"

"A rather complicated bond you two share... wouldn't you say?

Tell me, Frey~"

Zibar murmured into Frey’s ear as the boy hung there, barely conscious.

With a massive effort, Frey opened his eyes just enough to glimpse German standing in the distance.

He was still struggling against the crushing waves of agony...

but even so, he maintained enough focus to grasp the gravity of the situation and lock his eyes on German.