Custom Made Demon King

Chapter 517: Tyrael Escapes

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

The cold icy wind howled, and a blizzard raged in the depths of the snowy mountains of Xiansai. Dense snow and cold air blocked the spread of light, allowing the depths of the snow mountains to maintain visibility for a long time. The -700C climate made this place a forbidden zone for mortals. Only the ice and snow demons and monsters living here could move freely.

On the highest mountain in the depths of the mountains, there was a dark hole that looked out of place under the backdrop of white snow. Even the blizzard couldn’t cover the hole because a gray mist always enveloped it.

If someone could pass through the mist into the cave and then follow the cave tunnel for about a kilometer, they would find that it was another world inside. A black palace of nearly ten thousand square meters had been built in the cave, and all kinds of Gothic-style sculptures stood here, surrounding a huge throne condensed from black ice.

But at this moment, there was no one on the black ice throne…

Past the palace and deeper into the cave, there were several tunnels extending out, and the middle tunnel connected to a not-so-wide secret room.

In the middle of a secret room, a giant demon claw formed from black ice rose from the ground and grasped toward the sky. Above the demon claw, a fist-sized crystal floated and slowly rotated.

Inside the crystal, a golden stream of light could be seen constantly darting left and right. Every time it collided with the crystal’s wall, it would immediately turn and collide on the other side.

This was the ‘Light Soulstone’, the crystal stone imprisoning Archangel

Tyrael’s soul…

As a soul imprisoned in the crystal, Tyrael had long lost his perception of time. He didn’t know how long he had been in the crystal. He only knew that ever since Demon King Osiris left him here and ignored him, he had already hit the crystal’s wall more than 150 million times!

He didn’t dare to let his soul sleep in the crystal, so he could only use this method to barely calculate how long he had been imprisoned. But as the count continued to increase, the anxiety in his heart became stronger and stronger.

He didn’t know what was going on in the outside world, whether Demon King Osiris had attacked Sanctuary, how the High Heavens was currently doing, or if the Angiris Council was still holding on. The more time passed, the more uneasy he felt.

At some point, Tyrael actually understood the feelings of Mephisto, Diablo, and the other demon kings being imprisoned in the Black Soulstone.

Tyrael had already sworn that when he escaped, he would definitely give back the humiliation of being imprisoned to Osiris! He would make him feel the anger of the Archangel!

Just like that, he collided over and over. Suddenly, he found that one side of the crystal wall seemed to have become thinner. He didn’t know if it was his illusion, but hope ignited in his heart. He immediately pulled himself together and continued to collide with the point he felt just now.

He wasn’t sure if this collision method could really free him, but apart from this, he couldn’t do anything else. Although the crystal could allow him to transmit his soul voice to the outside world, this was the palace of Demon King Osiris, and no one would pay attention to him. Even if someone heard his voice, there would be no knights from novels to liberate his soul.

With the continuous collisions, Tyrael found that the resistance of the crystal wall was indeed becoming weaker and weaker. After countless collisions, he suddenly found light in his ‘eyes’, and the unchanging crystal wall was replaced by a new scene.

I’m… I’m out?! Tyrael looked at the narrow secret room in disbelief before condensing his body again ecstatically.

Archangels were beings made of holy light, and they had no flesh and blood to speak of at all. It was easy for them to transform their souls into bodies. After a flash of light, Tyrael’s face, which was exactly the same as Uldyssian’s, appeared again.

Uldyssian, the most powerful nephalem in history, had left a deep impression on Tyrael. Archangels didn’t have faces, and the armor they usually wore was only a mass of pure holy light. But after Tyrael descended to Sanctuary and became a mortal, his condensed face subconsciously choose the same face as Uldyssian’s.

Archangel Tyrael, who had the face of Uldyssian, rushed out of the Light Soulstone and staggered to his knees.

The continuous collisions in the crystal had weakened his soul power a lot. So after he transformed into a fleshy body, what followed was an incomparably strong headache and dizziness.

Realizing that his strength had greatly decreased, Tyrael didn’t dare to stay here for too long, afraid that Demon King Osiris would discover his escape and suddenly appear. In that case, he would immediately be sealed in the Light Soulstone again.

Enduring the discomfort and the double vision in front of him, he stumbled out of the secret room. But only half a minute later, he returned from the passage.

Tyrael lowered his head and looked at the Light Soulstone with a complicated expression. After he escaped, this crystal returned to its original appearance and looked like an ordinary crystal as it continued to float on the demon claw.

After suffering a loss at Osiris’s hands, Tyrael had thought a lot during this period of time. After all, he was now an Archangel who had inherited the title of Malthael’s wisdom. After understanding what kind of demon the enemy was, he realized that he had underestimated the enemy.

Now that he had calmed down again, he realized that something was wrong.

His escape was a little unexpected. If there were no flaws in the Light Soulstone, then he was certain that Demon King Osiris had planned his escape and released him!

So, why did he release me? It can’t be that he’s confident enough in his strength that he deliberately added an Archangel-level opponent for him, right?

This is an open scheme! Tyrael understood while looking at the Light Soulstone. Osiris’s goal is the High Heavens, but the High Heavens is in the Purgatory Space. It’s impossible for a foreign demon like him to have the spatial coordinates of the High Heavens, so its naturally impossible for him to tear open a spatial channel and invade like Diablo… He let me out because he knows that I have to return to the High Heavens. He wants to track me down and find its location…

Tyrael looked at the Light Soulstone in front of him with a complicated expression. He stretched out his hand, wanting to grab the soulstone, but then let go and repeated this several times.

He thought, This soulstone has the function of a beacon. IfI take it away, I’ll definitely expose the coordinates of the High Heavens. But ifI don’t take it away, this soulstone will become the nightmare ofall angels! Once the war starts, the killed angel warriors will be imprisoned by the soulstone and will never be able to return…

Tyrael closed his eyes and looked up at the top of the secret room, feeling extremely conflicted. But after a while, he suddenly opened his eyes, stretched out his right hand, and grabbed the soulstone.

After a struggle, Tyrael’s eyes were full of determination. He held the soulstone in his right hand and explained as if he was comforting himself. Even ifI don’t take the soulstone, Osiris still has other ways to find the path to the High Heavens. It’s nothing more than delaying his plan. But ifI take the soulstone, our warriors will return continuously in the war!

Tyrael turned around and resolutely walked out of the passage, taking the soulstone with him.

As expected, when Tyrael arrived at the demon king palace, he found that it was empty. Demon King Osiris had long disappeared, as though he had specially created conditions for him to escape. Visit nov3lb!n(.)c𝒐m for new 𝒏ov𝒆l𝒔

Tyrael felt lucky and sighed. Fortunately, no matter what, he still escaped. He sighed because he knew that this was Osiris’s scheme, but he had no choice but to follow his plan.

It shouldn’t be easy to create such a divine artifact soulstone. Osiris won’t have a second one. I’ll bring it back to the High Heavens andplace it in the deepest part ofHeaven! IYrael thought as he walked out. Unless you can break through the interception of us four Archangels, don’t even think about getting this soulstone back, Osiris!

After leaving the Demon King Palace, Tyrael walked into the snowy mountains. The cruel natural environment didn’t affect him much, but he didn’t dare to fly in his angel form, fearing that he would alarm the demons and monsters in the mountains. So he could only travel a long distance and walk out of the mountains on his own legs.

About half a month later, Tyrael finally walked out of the snovvy mountains. When he saw the city built on the cliffs below, he realized where he was.

This is Xiansai… Looking at the unique oriental charm of the city buildings, he felt much more relaxed. He planned to go to this human city and ask about how long it had been and how Sanctuary was doing.

But when he arrived in the city, he found that not only were there the original oriental-looking Xiansai people but also many western-looking Caldeum people.

Tyrael was very surprised. He knew that Xiansai was almost isolated from the world, and it was not easy to cross the Frozen Sea. So, where did these Caldeum people come from?

With his observation, he found that these Caldeum people seemed to be refugees. Their faces were sallow, their eyes were sunken, they looked absent-minded, and their clothes were tattered. Even though the Xiansai people tried their best to save them, refugees still robbed the locals from time to time.

This situation attracted many complaints from the locals. Tyrael could already hear the whispers of the Xiansai people. They were planning to join forces and expel these refugees to live outside the city. What little sympathy they had was already exhausted by these refugees…

What happened? Tyrael was puzzled. Fortunately, he saw a familiar face among the refugees. It was a down-and-out man, and Tyrael seemed to have seen him somewhere before.

He walked in front of the man and grabbed his collar. “You’re a resident of

Westmarch? Why are you here?!”

But what Tyrael didn’t expect was that after this man recognized him, he broke free from Tyrael’s hand in panic. After falling to the ground, he rubbed his legs desperately and shouted hysterically, “Angel! An angel is here! Angels are coming for Xiansai!”

Startled by the man’s shout, the surrounding crowd broke out into a commotion. A large area was instantly emptied, and the fleeing refugees hid

behind various buildings, revealing their eyes to look at Tyrael carefully.

After discovering that Tyrael seemed to be alone, the refugees regained some courage. They held the weapons they could find and slowly surrounded him. Their eyes shone with a light known as hatred!

“Tell me what happened?!” Tyrael could tell that something was wrong with the refugees, but he still tried his best to ask, hoping that someone would tell him.

In the end, the crowd’s response was still the man from Westmarch. They shouted at Tyrael while trembling, “It’s you angels! Back then, the Reapers of Malthael destroyed Westmarch and our home! Now that the city has been rebuilt, you’re here again! You’re no different from those demons. You all want to destroy us!”

“Get out!!!”

“Damn angel, get out of Xiansai!”

“You’re not welcome here!”

Countless stones, rotten eggs, rotten vegetables, and even kitchen knives and iron rods flew over in a mess and smashed onto Tyrael. As an Archangel, he could only dodge these humiliations in a sorry state.

At this time, as long as Tyrael showed his sword or spread his light wings, he might be able to scare these mortals away. But he knew that he couldn’t do this. From the words of these refugees, he could tell that Heaven’s army might have invaded Sanctuary again!

In other words, his uneasiness had come true. Demon King Osiris’s plan had succeeded…

Therefore, he ignored the shouts of these mortals, spread his wings, and suddenly flew into the sky.

Hearing the loud cheers of the refugees on the ground, Tyrael felt as though his heart was being roasted by flames. The mortals he had always wanted to protect actually turned around and hated him to the extreme.. Only he could understand the bitterness…