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Chapter 152: The Hollow · Nov 01, 2026

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151 Chapter 151: Total Chaos 2026-11-01
152 Chapter 152: The Hollow 2026-11-01
153 Chapter 153: Demon and King 2026-11-01
154 Chapter 154: Beyond the Veil (1) 2026-11-01
155 Chapter 155: Beyond the Veil (2) 2026-11-01
156 Chapter 156: More Trouble Ahead (1) 2026-11-01
157 Chapter 157: More Trouble Ahead (2) 2026-11-01
158 Chapter 158: Between Reality and Illusion (1) 2026-11-01
159 Chapter 159: Between Reality and Illusion (2) 2026-11-01
160 Chapter 160: The Demon Prince 2026-11-01
161 Chapter 161: The Island Trial (1) 2026-11-01
162 Chapter 162: The Island Trial (2) 2026-11-01
163 Chapter 163: Daemon Valerion 2026-11-01
164 Chapter 164: Surrounded by Foes 2026-11-01
165 Chapter 165: Complete Chaos 2026-11-01
166 Chapter 166: The First Step into the Island Trial 2026-11-01
167 Chapter 167: Towards Another Hell 2026-11-01
168 Chapter 168: When the Nightmare Begins 2026-11-01
169 Chapter 169: Dominance of the First Years 2026-11-01
170 Chapter 170: Storms on the Horizon 2026-11-01
171 Chapter 171: Clash Beneath the Wing of Night 2026-11-01
172 Chapter 172: Clash of the Elite (1) 2026-11-01
173 Chapter 173: Clash of the Elite (2) 2026-11-01
174 Chapter 174: Clash of the Elite (3) 2026-11-01
175 Chapter 175: Nightmare of Mensis 2026-11-01
176 Chapter 176: The True Trial 2026-11-01
177 Chapter 177: The Awaited Showdown 2026-11-01
178 Chapter 178: Snow Lionheart vs Daemon Valerion 2026-11-01
179 Chapter 179: Pride of a Warrior 2026-11-01
180 Chapter 180: Cold war 2026-11-01
181 Chapter 181: The True Predator 2026-11-01
182 Chapter 182: Dragon and Serpent 2026-11-01
183 Chapter 183: Approaching the End 2026-11-01
184 Chapter 184: The Princess’s Move 2026-11-01
185 Chapter 185: Twists of Fate 2026-11-01
186 Chapter 186: A Quiet Night 2026-11-01
187 Chapter 187: Cursed Power 2026-11-01
188 Chapter 188: The Final Days 2026-11-01
189 Chapter 189: The Moonlight Scheme 2026-11-01
190 Chapter 190: Unveiling the Conspiracy 2026-11-01
191 Chapter 191: One-Sided Battle 2026-11-01
192 Chapter 192: Until Death 2026-11-01
193 Chapter 193: The End of the Trial 2026-11-01
194 Chapter 194: Preliminaries Results 2026-11-01
195 Chapter 195: Quarterfinal Draw 2026-11-01
196 Chapter 196: The Chosen Hero 2026-11-01
197 Chapter 197: The Hardship of the Nightmare 2026-11-01
198 Chapter 198: The Beginning of the Victoriad 2026-11-01
199 Chapter 199: A Hero and an Assassin 2026-11-01
200 Chapter 200: Daemon Valerion vs Danzo Smasher 2026-11-01

Chapter 152: The Hollow

”Mergo! You damn bastard, do something about your Empyrean!”

After what had just happened, Ramiel Callistes was forced to act immediately.

The battlefield was in complete chaos.

Yet, the old man Mergo was utterly delighted.

”Why should I? Isnʼt it magnificent? Look at that purity, that body...”

Mergoʼs grin was truly terrifying.

”This is the true exalted form.”

Ramiel Callistes was now completely serious.

Around his fists, a radiant holy power surged, stronger than ever before.

”Aura Mass.”

Each hand carried the weight of a ton of raw force.

”Ah, this is wonderful...”

Mergo seemed entirely pleased.

”But itʼs enough.”

Suddenly, Mergo vanished from in front of Melina and reappeared beside the raging white-haired Empyrean.

Ramiel Callistes stopped immediately the moment he saw him appear there.

Mergo truly was a master of spatial transportation, and now, he was standing next to his Empyrean.

Slowly, he placed one hand atop the young manʼs head, completely unfazed by his rampage.

”Thatʼs enough, Laurence... Return now.”

Simple words, yet they acted like a sedative to the white-haired youth—Laurence.

Gradually, the light returned to his eyes, and a strange expression appeared on his face.

”Master Mergo...”

The old man gently patted the young manʼs head, turning his back to everyone.

Melina had already appeared behind them, aiming to strike both the old man and the youth alike.

But suddenly, Mergoʼs expression shifted.

BOOM!

Both Melina and Ramiel Callistes froze the moment they felt the pressure that shattered the very ground beneath them.

”Hey...”

The source of it was Mergo himself. In his current state, Melina could see it clearly—the horn protruding from the back of his head...

”Sorry, girl... but if you decide to lay a finger on this boy, then I might just get serious.”

Mergoʼs words were no joke—the pressure he was exerting was overwhelming.

Yet Melina was just as insane, unleashing her full power as her claymore sword erupted with divine light.

ʼHey, hey, hey… does she really plan to attack?!ʼ

Callistes was bewildered by Melinaʼs stance.

That woman was utterly reckless. They were supposed to be defending until Luc Valerion finished his preparation, yet she was plunging deeper into the fight than ever before.

”Hahaha… Come at me.”

The two were about to clash.

On the other hand, Luc Valerion let out a sigh.

”Iʼm almost done...”

He would soon be able to teleport them all.

But his expression suddenly changed as he sensed something wrong.

A strange aura began to interfere with his magic, spreading throughout the entire area.

”What is this...?”

At that moment, everyone had already felt it.

A primal aura… a chill that gripped their hearts with unease.

A sensation they would only feel in the Nightmare Lands—the land where the strong devoured the weak.

Even the Ultras were caught off guard by what was happening.

In the heart of the ruined city of Yharnam, amidst all the blood and shattered remains...

Footsteps echoed through the silence.

A figure emerged slowly from the distance.

He carried an enormous weapon—a scythe that was also an axe.

Draped entirely in black from head to toe, his face was hidden beneath a mask reminiscent of those worn during the plagues of old.

An ancient hat rested atop his head.

The pressure of an SS-class entity that rivaled even the Lords themselves filled the air.

Mergo laughed foolishly, while Lindman frowned deeply.

”What is one of the Hollow doing here?”

And not just any Hollow…

”I never expected this chaos to lure him in… That beast, rarely seen and indifferent even to demons...”

”Ludwig… Son of the Cosmos.”

The Hollow—a term given to an extremely rare few. Simply put, they were individuals or entities once offered the title of Lord… yet chose to reject it.

They were incredibly powerful, yet they moved alone…

This was one of them…

Ludwig the Cursed.

Wielding that massive scythe…

With a single swing—

Terrifying arcs materialized, spinning like razor-sharp blades.

These blades tore through the very ground, targeting everyone indiscriminately—

Both the Ultras and the Empireʼs forces alike.

”Oh, dear god…”

These slashes were no joke—

Strong enough to sever SS-rank Awakened in a single strike. Everyone had to block them with everything they had.

After parrying them with brute force, Mergo burst into laughter.

”This is getting out of hand…”

Ludwig the Cursed remained silent. It was said that he never spoke.

Rumors claimed he was raised in the Nightmare Lands—

That he lived there, surviving and growing stronger in that merciless realm.

They whispered that his father… was one of the most grotesque and powerful creatures of the Nightmare Lands..

There were many stories.

But one thing was certain—

This beast had come to hunt, indifferent to friend or foe alike.

...

Some believed that all were equal at birth—

That life began at the same starting point for everyone, only for disparities to emerge later.

Others, however, believed that true equality only came in death.

But between these two beliefs, there were souls—souls of immeasurable worth—now standing on the brink of peril.

In the desolate city of Yharnam, the Empireʼs squad had already lost one of their own to the Ultras.

And now, Ludwig the Cursed had entered the battlefield—an enemy to all.

He remained silent.

Only his scythe spoke, carving through the air with merciless arcs, each swing birthing monstrous blades that sought to end lives without distinction.

Some blocked. Others dodged.

”That bastard…”

Melina moved, her sword glowing with divine light, aimed straight for Ludwigʼs neck.

Yet, at the last moment, she altered her strike—

Sensing Mergo closing in from behind.

”Where do you think youʼre going?”

Boom!

They clashed—

Melina, scowling. Mergo, grinning.

”Your opponent is right here.”

Their battle intensified, both pressing in against each other—until Ludwig attacked them both, utterly indifferent to alliances.

His scytheʼs reach rivaled Melina claymore—

A single sweeping arc sent her and Mergo crashing through multiple buildings.

”Haha… He really doesnʼt care who he cuts down.”

Mergo emerged from the debris, dusting himself off, his expression shifting.

ʼShould I just kill him?ʼ

Slash!

More razor-sharp waves came for him.

With a flicker, Mergo vanished—his teleportation making evasion effortless.

ʼUgh… just another mess for me to deal with.ʼ

The battlefield descended into further chaos.

Mist Umbra was barely holding off Gavid Lindman.

The assassin had sacrificed his greatest strength the moment he revealed himself—yet even so, he remained a lethal force.

Given the right opportunity, Mist Umbra could assassinate anyone.

But today, that opportunity was out of reach.

”There is no point in struggling, assassin.”

”…”

Gavidʼs phantom blade was swift—

Several fresh cuts marred Mistʼs body.

”Youʼre all dead today.”

”Weʼll see about that.”

Mist retaliated.

His wounds sealed as fast as they were inflicted—his body mending itself instantly.

All thanks to Archbishop Ramiel Callistes, who kept healing his allies while simultaneously obstructing those wielding demonic power.

He wasnʼt the backbone of the team for nothing.

”Hey, mage! How long are we waiting?!”

Callistesʼ irritation was growing—

Something about this whole situation felt wrong.

Luc Valerion was equally displeased.

”That damned Hollow ruined everything… just what is this cursed aura?”

He tried analyzing Ludwigʼs energy—

It was neither human nor demonic.

It was something else entirely.

Something he couldnʼt suppress.

Lucʼs expression darkened as intricate magic circles formed around him.

”Hey, you…”

Callistes was startled to see him readying battle magic.

Luc didnʼt waste words—his voice resonated in everyoneʼs minds.

”Listen up—things have changed.

Weʼre not escaping as long as that bastard is here.”

”Thereʼs no time to explain.

We either take him down—

Or drive him away!”

His words struck like a hammer.

The others grimaced—

They were already engaged in brutal combat.

Now, they had to contend with a Hollow on top of it?

High above, Luc Valerion spread his arms wide—

And unleashed a roaring inferno.

”Flame Magic: Titanʼs Inferno.”

The sky blazed—

An ocean of fire surged, rushing downward in a catastrophic torrent.

Ludwig slowly lifted his gaze.

The Hollow did not move.

He merely swung his scythe—

A single arc cleaved through the flames, splitting the inferno in two.

Then, in a single leap, he was behind Luc.

Too fast.

And with one clean stroke—

He cut the mage in half.

But Lucʼs body shattered into lightning—

A blinding flash striking Ludwig as a legion of identical figures appeared, surrounding him.

”Supreme Art: Elements Festival.”

Each clone unleashed a different elemental attack, striking Ludwig from all sides with a barrage of destructive forces.

Explosions erupted across the battlefield, illuminating the dark sky with bursts of chaotic energy.

”Looks like heʼs finally taking this seriously.”

Luc Valerionʼs assault was no joke.

And yet, for some reason, it had no effect on Ludwig.

The cursed Hollow seemed visibly annoyed.

He had plenty of targets to kill.

In that moment, everyone heard it—a distinct grinding of teeth beneath Ludwigʼs mask, followed by a surge of aura so overwhelming that the entire battlefield felt like it had been swallowed by its weight.

Their faces turned grim.

”No way... Is he actually going to do it?”

Ludwigʼs aura continued to swell, forming an eerie, ancient clockwork sigil around him, its design reminiscent of an old Roman timepiece.

Slowly, its hands began to turn.

”Ha... Hollows really are insane.”

Mergo braced himself.

They were all elites, yet they couldnʼt fight freely with their allies so close by.

Unleashing an ultimate attack in this situation was reckless.

But Ludwig didnʼt care.

And now, that ominous clock covered all of Yharnam.

Luc Valerionʼs voice rang out in desperation.

”Everyone, move! NOW!”