Inhuman Warlock Chapter 855: Impossible

Chapter 855: Impossible
Licorice stepped closer to Milena, who was lying on the ground, unmoving. He bent on his knees and reached out his hand toward her face.
Swiss~
A knife came flying out of nowhere, hitting his fingers that were getting close to Milena. If he were an ordinary human, his fingers would've been sliced, but there wasn't even a scratch on his fingers.
Amused, he glanced to his left, noticing Yaliza running toward him. Lucifer ran after him to stop him, but he found himself moving exceptionally slowly as he was trapped in the Time Domain of Salazar. He moved so slow that it seemed like he wasn't even moving. Having no immunity skills, the white-robed Lucifer was trapped in a cage, unable to stop Yaliza.
Yaliza wasn't sure about what he was doing. He knew he couldn't help Milena, who was already dead, it seemed. He also couldn't stop Licorice, who was too strong for him. However, still he didn't hold back. He knew that they were all going to die in any case if they didn't stop him. After Milena, he was surely going to kill them.
If they were going to die in any case, then it was better for him to die while doing something useful. If he could help Lucifer escape by distracting Licorice for even a minute, that was worth it. At the same time, Salazar could take Lucifer away.
Keeping the white-robed Lucifer in his domain, he ran to the black-robed Lucifer, who was lying on the ground, trying to force his body up.
"Get up! We need to get out of here. We aren't in a good situation here!" Salazar informed Lucifer, placing his hand on the man's shoulder as he tried to move him up.
"You're right. The situation isn't good." A calm voice fell into the ears of Salazar as he felt someone grab him by the neck.
His body was forcefully pulled back and tossed away.
The white Robed Lucifer was freed from the Domain of Salazar, who himself was in trouble. Aw Salazar's body flew back uncontrollably; he noticed Yaliza, who was standing still. His little eyes were still open; however, a trail of blood trickled down his throat, which was sliced.
He needed to distract Licorice for a minute at least, but within a second, he had died.
Salazar covered his head, bracing for the impact with the wall.
"Argh!" He groaned in pain as his body struck the wall behind him.
Even as he protected his head from hitting, which could result in his death, he felt his bones crush. His eyes became pale as he saw the face of Licorice once again.
There was a smile on the face of Licorice this time. It was as if the time had stopped for Salazar this time. He knew what was coming. His throat was grabbed once again as Licorice raised him in the air.
"You people can't do anything. I have everything I want now! I have the key! I don't need to play with you. You all can't even scratch me, let alone defeat me!" Licorice exclaimed as he kept applying more and more pressure on the neck of Salazar, about to crush it.
He was like the god of this place. Without his wish, no one could leave this place alive. However, he had forgotten that he wasn't alone in this place.
Behind him, the dark-robed Lucifer stood up again, still feeling extremely weak. With trembling legs, he started stepping closer to Licorice. Unfortunately, he was once again blocked. This time, it was once again his other self who was blocking him.
Freed from the Time Domain, the other Lucifer blocked the dark-robed Lucifer. "You can't even stand properly. You think you can fight him? You can't even fight me! You can't stop me from bringing my parents back!"
"I don't remember me being that obnoxious in my younger days," Lucifer let out, shaking his head in disappointment. "If I was, then I'm glad I've changed! I'm not flawed like you are!"
"You're still sticking to that story?" The white robed Lucifer responded.
"Step aside!" Lucifer commanded in a grim voice, hearing the pained voice of Salazar.
" I'll move!" the white robed Lucifer responded as he moved. However, instead of moving away from the dark robed Lucifer, he moved towards him, clenching his fist as he called forth his supreme strength.
The real Lucifer just clicked his tongue. This was the same trick he used to do, but it wasn't going to work before him.
As if knowing the exact trajectory that was going to be used to attack, Lucifer simply closed his eyes. He could predict everything his other self was going to do and where he was going to attack since he just needed to know where the attack was going to come.
Feeling the pressure of the wind against his face as the punch got closer, he just raised his left hand up. He grabbed the fist of the other Lucifer. At the same time, he thrust his other hand ahead without giving the white robed Lucifer a chance. This guy was a kid before him, after all.
"Urgh!"
Licorice was just about to crush the throat of Salazar when he heard a pained cry coming from behind him. That cry itself was something that made him tremble because that was the cry of his freedom! Lucifer was his key, and it was the cry of that key! If something happened to that key at this time, everything was going to be for naught!
Tossing Salazar aside, he turned back, only to be stunned. Both the men were facing each other, having the same face and features. However, one man was clearly the one in danger.
The dark robed Lucifer was standing perfectly calm, even though he was weak. However, the white robed Lucifer was looking down towards his chest. A hand had penetrated his chest, and now it was holding onto his heart.
"Don't you dare kill him! I would tear you to pieces!" Licorice roared like a mad beast, seeing his key in the hands of the dark robed Lucifer.
White Robed Lucifer was the vessel of all the robbed strength that was needed to break the crustal. If anything happened to him, it was going to be impossible to use that strength!
The dark robed Lucifer glanced towards Licorice as an amused smile graced his tired-looking face. The reaction was amazing. It was as if the life of this Lucifer was really important to him. There was no way that he was going to care for a person's life unless it was for his own good.