Chapter 629 – Prison of Holy Flames

Just as this wave of demon-slaying fervor swept across all of Valen, Mo Lan contacted Garona and the others who were still in the Sacred Mountains.

【Garona: Purchasing live demons?】

【Mo Lan: Yes. If anyone escorts demons to the Sacred Mountains for execution, step in on my behalf and buy them. The higher the demon’s rank, the better. They don’t need to be in good condition — just alive. I’ll send you some {Locational Teleportation Cards}. Use them on the purchased demons to teleport them to my location. Just tell whoever brings the demons that handing them over to you counts the same as having slain them. For each demon acquired, I’ll give you a commission of ten thousand Gem Coins.】

【Garona: Understood!】

The witches had all witnessed how Mo Lan had read an Angel’s memories without anyone being the wiser. Ever since then, the Witch Council had gained a complete 《Detailed Guide to the Angel Race》, so it went without saying that this time, wanting live demons surely served a similar purpose.

This was a great undertaking that would benefit all witches!

And there was a commission to earn on top of it!

Garona acted with her characteristic decisiveness, and that very day she used her Communication Card to rally the witches scattered throughout the Holy City and across the Sacred Mountains.

Before nightfall, they had already gathered in a circle inside the Holy Song Lily of the Valley tea restaurant, the Magical lamp casting a glow over their excited faces.

After the meeting, the witches sprang into action immediately.

The Holy Light of the Holy City no longer held any allure for them, and they couldn’t even be bothered to mock the Hermits they so loved to ridicule on normal days.

Everyone rushed to the border of the Sacred Mountains at the earliest opportunity, fanning out like a cast net.

Seven witches each took responsibility for a section of the border, guarding every entrance to the mountain range without leaving a single gap.

Even Luwen and the Angel Miliel were conscripted by Garona without so much as a by-your-leave.

“Why do we have to go?” The two were initially puzzled.

Garona simply tossed out a breezy remark: “Don’t want to come? Then from now on, all your challenge requests will be denied without exception.”

The threat worked instantly. Garona was the only Peak level Witch in the Sacred Mountains — if she refused to accept challenges, Miliel would have no opponents to challenge for increasing her friendship level.

After finishing her communication with Garona, Mo Lan set about crafting a card called {Spatial Tent Card — Prison of Holy Flames}.

Before long, a card radiating pure white light gradually took shape.

When the card was activated and materialized, a uniquely designed, pure white pointed-roof tent appeared out of thin air in the center of the courtyard outside her mobile dwelling.

A faint luminous halo rippled across the tent’s surface, making it appear especially sacred under the sunlight.

Mo Lan lifted the heavy white tent flap. The interior space was far more expansive than its exterior suggested. The entire prison was ingeniously divided into three levels through Spatial Magic, with each level containing eighteen neatly arranged cells that glowed with a soft white radiance.

These cells were forged entirely from precious Holy Flame Glaze and Holy Silver, their surfaces inlaid with various light-attribute gemstones designed to suppress demons.

Upon closer inspection, one would find that every inch of the floors and walls was inscribed with dense magical patterns — binding arrays to restrain demon movement alongside holy flame attack arrays that continuously seared demonic flesh.

The entire prison’s Mana circuit ultimately converged upon a Crystal pillar at the tent’s center, forming a tightly integrated control core.

Mo Lan ran her hand along the cold, silvery-white bars of a cell. These bars would only open when infused with Mana.

Without the correct Mana key, not even the most cunning Demon could hope to break free from within. The concentration of light elements inside the prison was astonishingly high, with fine motes of luminous dust drifting through the air. So thorough was the saturation that when walking along the corridors between cells, not a single shadow could be found on the ground — every trace of dark element had been utterly purged.

After confirming the prison was functioning properly, Mo Lan took out the specially made {Locational Teleportation Cards} and precisely calibrated each one according to the coordinate information of every cell.

She sent these cards to Garona and the others via the Book of Cards.

Once used on a target Demon, the card would activate spatial teleportation, depositing the Demon directly into the corresponding cell.

At that point, chains of light would immediately coil around the Demon’s limbs, while the eternally burning holy flames within the cell would continuously sear them until the Demon was weakened to their most feeble state.

“This way, nothing can possibly go wrong.” Mo Lan gazed at her masterwork with satisfaction.

When the time came, she would only need to cast Psychic Magic on the barely-alive demons, extract all their memories, then increase the intensity of the holy flames inside the cells to reduce them entirely to ash. Not a trace of dark aura would remain.

While waiting for demons to arrive at her prison, Mo Lan compiled a list of all the demons who had once been members of the Dawn Society.

Though she still didn’t understand the underlying principle, the fact that a Demon’s true name was their fatal weakness had long been proven through the practice of countless spellcasters.

The True Name Detonation technique was the method people had developed to exploit this very weakness and kill demons.

Mo Lan had seen detailed records of the “True Name Detonation” technique in the magic books of both the Witch Council and the Mage Tower’s Library Floor.

The True Name Detonation technique didn’t require the caster to possess any particularly advanced magical attainment — it didn’t even require channeling magical energy. Rather than calling it Magic, it was more akin to a ritual.

The records described it quite explicitly: for demons, their true name was both their shackle and their vital point. As long as one possessed a Demon’s precise true name, and obtained either their physical body or any bodily tissue as a medium, even the weakest child could kill a Demon.

The method was straightforward. Prepare a medium — a single drop of demon blood, a fingernail clipping, a strand of hair, or the body itself would all suffice — then sprinkle silver powder on the medium to amplify the binding power of the true name. Finally, call out in pure Demonic: “[True Name], khar’zun (detonate)” — and the Demon would rupture from the inside out.

And Mo Lan happened to possess quite a number of demons’ true names.

Although the demons had already been expelled from the Dawn Society, the contracts they had signed still existed — they had merely lost their binding force.

The contracts crafted through a Sorceress’s Contract Magic contained the power of contract.

Aside from the witches who could cheat using Contract Magic, everyone else had to sign with their true name for the contract to take effect.

Once demons appeared in the prison, Mo Lan could use the residual demonic aura on the contracts to precisely identify the corresponding true names.

She intended to personally verify whether this secret technique — referenced repeatedly across various magic books — was truly as instantly effective as legend claimed.

If it truly worked, then after copying their memories, destroying these demons would be far simpler, with no need to expend effort channeling holy flames.

After all, holy flames powered by pure elemental force could never match the effectiveness of the Holy Light flames powered by angelic power when it came to suppressing demons.

Even with the flames’ intensity raised to their absolute limit, they could not instantly destroy a Demon — only grind them down slowly, like a dull blade cutting through flesh.