The Demon King is unfathomable

Chapter 449 God and His Chosen People

The saying goes, "When one person attains enlightenment, even his chickens and dogs ascend to heaven."

This phrase perfectly describes the current state of the cemetery.

Luo Yan remembered his promise not to monopolize all the glory. And now, he fulfilled the Demon King's promise to his loyal demon generals—

"...From this moment on, you are promoted."

On the throne.

Luo Yan slowly raised his hand, and a bright blue light emerged from his palm, gradually taking shape as he focused his thoughts.

It was not the power of any element, nor did it contain any holy or evil aura.

Looking at Thanos kneeling on one knee below the stone steps, Luo Yan stretched out his index finger and guided the dazzling light into Thanos's brow.

Only by opening our hearts completely and letting down all the defenses deep within our souls can we receive this power bestowed by faith.

no doubt--

Thanos meets the criteria for promotion.

Feeling the power surging from the depths of his soul, the two-meter-tall hybrid shadow demon was so moved that he almost choked up, his voice trembling slightly along with his shaking shoulders.

"Your Majesty... I swear to the Demon God that my soul will be forever loyal to you! Until the end of time, until my ripples completely vanish from this world!"

He never imagined that a sinful demon like himself would be promoted by the Demon King when it came time to reward merits!
How wise this is!
Thanos was deeply moved. The great man had seen everything—his mistakes and all his efforts to make amends!
No demon king more sagacious than him will ever descend upon this dark tomb.

To repay this trust and affirmation, he made a solemn oath in a voice more solemn than ever before!

If anyone dares to betray the Demon King, he swears he will personally slit their throat with his dagger and torture their soul in the most cruel way, making them regret ever being born!
Not only Thanos, but also the "Thorn Demon General" and "Blood Blade Demon General" standing to the side were shocked by His Majesty's enlightenment.

It turns out that this unfathomable lord is not only cunning, but also ruthless in rewarding and punishing!
Although the demons recognized Thanos's contributions, he had used a tampered teleportation array to throw the newly arrived Demon King in Grand Duke Campbell's face.

This one thing alone is enough to make this self-righteous guy die without a burial place. Even the demon god will not forgive his crimes!

However, their ruthless emperor, who could grind Elder Zacro to dust without batting an eye, actually let go of Thanos, this traitor!

certainly--

That being said, they actually had no grounds to accuse that guy of treason, since they themselves weren't entirely innocent either.

After all, when the Demon King first arrived, none of them appeared by his side. They either hid in the lower levels of the labyrinth watching the spectacle or pretended not to see him until they could no longer laugh and then bowed down to him again.

If even Thanos has been forgiven, then those who also feel guilty can perhaps stand a little taller.

At least they don't have to bury their heads in obsequious loyalty while plotting when to flee to another region with their belongings.

Taking in the expressions of the demons, Luo Yan's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile.

First, he used ruthless methods to instill fear in them, then he used gentle methods to bestow favors... Reggie Dragon's old men had already been thoroughly subdued by him.

The art of ruling is also one of the compulsory courses at the Demon King Academy.

He clearly remembered the professor who taught him the technique admonishing them in the classroom that the order could not be reversed, and that they could not know only one aspect while ignoring the other.

Otherwise, either those rural devils will think that a softie who can be easily fooled has come to Shanghai, or the city will lose its cohesion due to its excessive brutality.

Of course.

That professor was just talking theory; if Luo Yan were to teach the younger students, he would probably be able to do it much better.

The Demon King's core essence can be summarized in one sentence—

That is the unfathomable Demon King!
After observing the various expressions on the faces of the demons for a moment, Luo Yan slowly spoke, his voice filled with authority.

"...Rise, Thanos, your past achievements deserve my reward."

Seeing Thanos rise respectfully, he changed the subject and continued.

"However, you must also remember that I will continue to watch over you. If I discover that you have broken your vow, perhaps only the Demon God can forgive you."

"Yes……"

Thanos withdrew with a humble heart.

He didn't immediately advance to the Diamond level, probably because he still lacked a bit of experience, but Luo Yan could tell that he wasn't far off.

It was only a difference of one or two levels, and I quickly rose through the ranks.

Luo Yan turned his gaze to Alakdo, who was crawling on the steps below. Alakdo immediately understood and called out in a hoarse and sharp voice.

"Bloodblade Demon General Grak!"

When the Demon King was away, the stoic Alarado didn't dare to utter a single word, but now he can finally hold his head high!

Of course, he wouldn't let this opportunity pass him by; he wanted to have a good time!
Even though nobody cares what a burrowing spider is secretly thinking.

The burly orc warrior stepped forward with heavy steps, kneeling on one knee with a humble yet excited heart.

"His Majesty……"

As before, Luo Yan first affirmed Grak's loyalty and hard work, then slightly raised his hand and used the power of his divine power to condense a "Diamond Seed" in his palm, which then entered Grak's brow under his excited gaze.

Although soul level does not mean absolute strength, its special nature determines the upper limit of a person's extraordinary power.

For example, Luo Yan's own soul level had already reached the Grandmaster level, but his level was only LV125, which was still 5 levels away from the amethyst level above diamond.

The difference isn't huge, but it's not small either.

Because the higher the level of combat power, the rarer it is, it is quite difficult to improve one's strength simply through combat.

The distribution of religious fiefdoms continues.

After Bloodblade Demon General came Thorn Demon General, followed by Cold Iron Demon General.

Although the latter's main body is on the lower level of the labyrinth, its clone also houses a part of its soul, so there is no difference.

Besides Reggie Dragon's four former followers, there's Tyrael Moonblade of the Greywind Clan, and Ocdor, who guards the first level of the labyrinth, among others.

Even Thanos, the "Shadow Demon General" who had betrayed him, received a fair promotion, not to mention the "corpse" who had been loyal to the Demon King from the very beginning.

Of course, Okudo is no longer just a simple ghoul. With the passage of time and the accumulation of memories, he has formed a new personality and become the strongest member of the Okudo clan.

Among those promoted were Bond, a former member of the Silver Scimitar and a ghoul skilled in using a greatsword like the Sword Saint Gaunt, as well as Sarah, who stood beside Luo Yan.

As for Zhuangzhuang of the Iron Fang tribe, Immovable Weng of the Earth Soul, and Alacdo of the Shadow Weaver tribe... because their presence in the Great Tomb was limited and their tribes were too small, they only received platinum-level rewards.

Finally, it's Sissi.

Luo Yan naturally gave this loyal little devil special care as an extra reward.

In addition to bestowing upon her the diamond seed that would elevate her soul, he also prepared a special gift for her.

Or--

It was prepared for the nightmare land behind her.

"Sisi, give me your sword."

"Yes, Demon King!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Queen Sisi, kneeling on one knee below the stone steps, respectfully took down her longsword and offered it with both hands.

For the little devil, it was undoubtedly a longsword, but for Luo Yan, it was more like a slender dagger.

But this is not important.

As long as the person using the weapon feels comfortable with it, that's fine.

Luo Yan held the dagger in his palm, and then a dark blue light surged from his palm, merging into the chilling iron.

That was a seed of diamond.

After his trials in the Twilight Province, he had mastered the art of crafting artifacts. All he had to do was imagine the user wielding it, then infuse that memory into a soul mirror created with the power of faith, and attach it to the weapon.

Strictly speaking, crafting artifacts from the power of faith is far more reliable than bestowing that power upon an individual. However, artifacts also have their own problems and cannot completely replace superhuman beings with greater agency.

After all, an inanimate object cannot write an epic on its own; only a vibrant soul can forge a new legend.

Both Saint Sith and the Demon God grew up in this way.

Sisi stared in astonishment at the incredible scene unfolding on the throne, her wine-red eyes gradually filling with glistening tears.

"His Majesty……"

Seeing Xixi moved to tears, Luo Yan smiled gently and spoke in a solemn and authoritative tone.

"This is a reward for your loyalty."

He gently waved his wand, causing the "longsword," bathed in divine light, to float down the stone steps and land softly on Sisi's shoulder.

“You once wielded this longsword, appearing before me like lightning to protect my throne. And the fact that our legend has endured to this day owes no less to you who stand here.”

"It will be passed down as a sacred artifact of the land of nightmares, to a clansman you deem worthy of entrusting it to, and become an inescapable nightmare in the hearts of our sworn enemies."

"From this day forward, its name will be 'Eternal Nightmare'!"

The power of a magical artifact is not determined by its designer, but rather by the user's continuous understanding and insights gained as they build their legend.

Like the Light of Utawarerumono, it started as just a sharp sword, but as the Campbell family passed down its legends from generation to generation, it gradually acquired incredible power, and was no longer limited to the form of a sword, nor to the weapon itself.

Luo Yan believed that the little demons of Nightmare Land also had such potential, and that Sisi and her successors would find the most suitable way to use them.

……

This conferment of Soul Rank cost a total of 10 Diamond Seeds, with a total cost of 0.1% of Faith, equivalent to 1 Amethyst Seed.

In addition to the diamond and platinum-level rewards, a group of peripheral members of the Great Tomb and the minions under the Demon General also received rewards.

For example, Yosi and Misi from the land of nightmares.

They are Sissi's right-hand women, and there is a very high probability that the next queen of Nightmare Land will be born from among them.

For example, there's Zerik of the Palace Guardians, Lady Alacinos of the Shadowweavers, and Pastor Matt, who is active in the Silverpine Town Church, and so on.

They all received gold-level rewards.

The Silver tier below that will not be discussed in detail. Many players have reached this tier by contributing points, and some players who level up quickly are almost at the Gold tier.

After the enfeoffment ceremony concluded, Luo Yan dismissed the demons and returned to his palace in the Great Tomb.

As he sat down and entered a meditative state, he looked at the statistics panel that came into view, and a feeling of emotion involuntarily appeared on his face.

"Sure enough, whether it's an emperor or a god, the best time is right after they ascend the throne."

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Godhead: Luo Yan

Legendary Factors: The Demon King of Thunder County, the Flame King south of the Ten Thousand Ren Mountains, the generous, wealthy, and benevolent Prince Colin, a commoner councilor born in the Demon God Temple, the founder of science, the divine child of the Twilight Province...

Influence share: 2.2% (↑0.4)

Overdraft limit: 0%
Domination efficiency: 100%
Seed of Myth (Demigod): 0
Seed of Legends (Grandmaster): 1
Amethyst Seed (Amethyst): 0
Seed of Diamonds (Diamond): 12
】

——Creating Divine Artifacts——

[Grail Shield (Diamond), Champion's Axe (Diamond), Eternal Nightmare (Diamond)]

At this moment, he was like an emperor holding a whole bunch of "titles".

As long as all the accumulated faith power isn't thrown to the players to squander, there's more than enough to spend on just appointing demon generals!

As for why not just give them all to the players?

That's because there are too many extraordinary individuals, and their jealousy towards each other is extremely strong. Of course, he has to be careful and use the power of the rules to carefully send them to different ecological niches.

Furthermore, a player's death is not entirely without penalty; the more powerful the player, the more faith power is required for resurrection.

However, this consumption is difficult to quantify and quantify. Just like the power of faith that the temple in the Great Necropolis gains during each worship, it fluctuates like the ebb and flow of the tide, and only after it has an effect is it reflected in the "domination efficiency".

After all, the resurrection mechanism for players is different from the reincarnation mechanism for ordinary demons. Each time they are resurrected, it is equivalent to being "initiated" by the power of the gods.

However, if the penalty for players' death is increased, making them start leveling up from scratch with their soul level every time they die, like those NPCs who die and are reincarnated, most players would definitely not be able to accept that.

That means most players will have to stay at a relatively "reasonable" level, which will minimize the burden on the Great Tomb's faith system and provide a better gaming experience for players.

This is a compromise, at least until we have access to more sources of faith power.

Seeing that the Demon King seemed to have become arrogant, Youyou, who was floating beside Luo Yan, whispered a reminder.

"My Lord Demon King, you'd better take it easy. Everything expands over time. If you seal 10 a year, that's 100 in 10 years, and 1 in 1000 years..."

Although it had never met Saint Sith, it believed that Saint Sith must have been just as arrogant as its revered emperor in the beginning, and had simply waved away the power of faith that it had stolen from the Old Gods.

After all, it's someone else's cake, so of course we won't hold back.

As a thousand years pass and descendants come and go endlessly, the total extent of the faith territory remains unchanged, but the epic grows ever thicker.

Even if not all souls are reincarnated in the same era, and not every noble soul pursues extraordinary power that surpasses others... the encroachment of those top powerhouses on the territory of faith is quite serious.

Luo Yan knew what Youyou was worried about, but her worries were obviously unnecessary.

He had already thought about the future.

"Don't worry, I know what's going on."

The gods of the Second Age filled the gaps in the belief system of the gods of the First Age, but they still had their own limitations.

As a demon king who is well-versed in the history of hell and humanity and has received revelations from the void, he will complete the missing piece of the puzzle of Saint Sith and the demon god in the upcoming Third Age...

……

Just as the Demon King returned to his loyal Great Tomb, the Salvation Army, entrenched in the Sparrowwood Territory, led by Saintess Karen, marched towards Griffin Cliff Territory, which was ravaged by war.

That was the Earl's territory located on the west side of Twilight City, which used to be the domain of Earl Solder Weaver, but is now occupied by "The Executioner" Akka and his men.

As it turned out, these ruthless killers did no better than Count Solder.

Solder, who strictly adhered to the code of chivalry, was at most a little poor and couldn't conjure up food to feed everyone.

These guys thoroughly implemented the "Three Alls" strategy: looting, killing, burning, and digging three meters into the ground to scrape away any remaining grain. They even demolished farmers' outhouses just to scrape off the wheat paste stuck to the walls.

To say that they did this because they couldn't survive wouldn't be entirely accurate.

After all, "quartermaster" Silas had actually solved their supply problem. With the ratmen brothers in the Ten Thousand Ren Mountains as their backers, he really didn't let his men go hungry.

However, he didn't let them eat too much.

Moreover, he also issued orders to the "logistics team" responsible for collecting grain and fodder, requiring them to make grain and fodder collection their top priority and spare no effort to meet logistical needs.

In order to please "Quartermaster" Silas, and the god that everyone knew in their hearts, all the centurions and even the officers went mad and carried out the whispers of chaos to the very end.

This frantic demand led to an extreme situation.

The food in Griffin Cliff Fortress was so plentiful that it even benefited the greedy rats.

In a village not far from the castle, a group of emaciated children were cutting flesh from the dead, sawing it bit by bit with a small knife, like cutting tree bark.

At first, everyone was terrified, some even sobbing quietly, but soon they didn't even have the strength to cry anymore, or perhaps they had gotten used to it, leaving only numb expressions. Sometimes, the spirits of the dead would rise up.

That was their biggest threat, but for many it was also a relief.

Gunter clenched his fists tightly, his usually calm eyes burning with suppressed rage, wishing he could drag the buried Aka out of the ground and crush him to death with his greatsword once more.

Letting that guy die like that is too easy for him!

However, the thought that the stubborn soul would be condemned to eternal damnation in the Nest City, his lingering anger reconciled with that of the dead.

At least--

Those who are still alive must be saved.

"...By the divine child."

Karen, who was riding on horseback, looked sad and murmured a word before dismounting.

She walked over to the group of children, tore the bread in her arms into pieces, and gave them some.

"...Eat mine."

The children looked up blankly at their older sister squatting beside them, and were momentarily stunned.

They didn't know what to say, they just trembled as they took the bread, bit into it, and their eyes instantly welled up with tears. They sobbed as they wolfed it down...

Brennan, mounted on his horse, said nothing, only holding his battle axe and looking grimly at the distant fortress and the green banners that had noticed them and were gradually gathering.

Judging from their chaotic actions, they were clearly panicked and seemed not to have expected their "harmless" neighbors to appear here.

According to the prisoners, Aka set off without alerting anyone.

He led his elite troops to attack Sparrowwood Territory on his own, under the orders of Quartermaster Silas.

Clearly, he didn't take him seriously at all. He just didn't expect that the Sword Saint was also in Sparrowwood Territory, and even lived in Wheat Field Village, which was only a few dozen kilometers away from the castle.

Despite the chaos, the Green Forest Army was not weak and still managed to assemble a force of ten thousand men.

Clearly, they had not yet realized the seriousness of the problem, and even attempted to block the invading enemy outside the castle.

"...It seems the minions of Chaos have no intention of surrendering," Gaunt said calmly. "Leave the strongest one to me."

He didn't want his sword to be stained with too much human blood; someone had warned him that it would cause his soul to lose itself in another kind of chaos.

Although he wouldn't hesitate to take action when necessary.

Brennan didn't say much, just nodded, then raised his hand and swung it forward sharply.

"kill--!"

"Kill!!!" The moment his words fell, an even louder roar shook the heavens and the earth.

Upon hearing the order, the ancestors of Maitian Village, who had accompanied the army on the expedition, were the first to launch a charge.

The running "Holy Spirits" brandished a variety of weapons, the creaking and groaning sounds successfully drawing the Green Forest Army's first round of long-range fire. A dense barrage of arrows and bullets pierced through the gaps in their ribs, with only a few unlucky ones falling to the ground.

The Green Forest Army generals were dumbfounded when they saw this army of skeletons.

They never imagined that these guys, who claimed to be saviors, would be so shameless as to bring the dead onto the battlefield.

Don't they claim to be believers in Saint Sis?

This Saint Sith's name is Bayeri, right?
However, the battlefield is not a place to think about such things, and besides, they themselves are not so clean. Plaguefang assassins from the Carrion Clan have long been active on the front lines of the Green Forest Army!
Two dark green figures passed through and headed straight for Karen, who was standing next to several children.

Instinct told the two ratmen that this human was the weakest! Killing her would severely demoralize the army!
However, if they could think of it, how could their enemies not?

Just as they were about to succeed, a holy light as tall as a city wall stood straight in front of them!

A mere twenty meters feels as vast as an ocean!

Holding the Holy Shield, Leiden strode forward, looking at the ratman assassin whose face was filled with terror under the Holy Light. He twirled the longsword in his right hand, pointing it directly at the trembling beard and nose.

"You scoundrel—"

"Look this way!"

The whistling rain of arrows once again poured down on the ancestors of Wheat Field Village, with at least five or six arrows hanging from each skeleton.

Hearing the shouts coming from the front lines, the Green Forest Army's archers and musketeers finally realized that they had encountered their natural enemy.

However, they were not Campbellians who fought the Demon King year-round. If they were Campbellians archers, they would have switched to fire arrows or blunt arrows immediately.

Opportunities on the battlefield are fleeting, and the archers, having missed two volley windows, were about to retreat to the rear.

The Salvation Army did not let these guys off the hook.

Before the ancestors of Wheat Field Village arrived, the "Grenade Riders" personally ordered and trained by the Demon King were the first to arrive!
These citizen cavalrymen, carrying dwarven hand cannons, were in high spirits!
Their eyes burned with rage, and they looked at the group of men with green turbans as if they were a pack of man-eating beasts, wishing they could tear them to pieces.

That was not just for the sake of a simple sense of justice—

It's also to draw a clear line with the past!
The distance of hundreds of meters passed in the blink of an eye.

Watching the archers hastily retreat to the rear of the lines, they rested the butts of their rifles on the rune-engraved shoulder straps and, as they had practiced countless times, pulled the triggers without hesitation.

"boom--!!!"

The clamorous white mist surged forward like a surging wave, along with hundreds of fist-sized exploding shells, which slammed into the Green Forest Army's still-unformed formation!

The explosion was as loud as thunder, and shrapnel flew everywhere like rain!
In an instant, streaks of fire tore apart the crooked battle line, blasting away both the Green Turbans who were trying to regroup and those who were retreating!

The scene could only be described as horrific, but the person who fired the shot didn't hesitate at all; he just felt relieved.

"what--!"

"My arm! My arm!"

The soldiers with green turbans screamed and retreated in fear. Before they even engaged the enemy in close combat, a large number of corpses were left behind!

"Hold your formation! Anyone who dares to retreat a single step, I'll not only chop him up, but I'll also chop up his entire family!"

The commander, wielding a large sword, tried to urge his collapsing soldiers to regain their formation. Although he didn't know if his brothers had families, he still shouted the order.

However, it was precisely his rough voice that brought him to his death.

Before he could even react, he saw a greatsword rush towards him, piercing straight through his chest.

"laugh--"

Their flesh and blood were cut in two. Seeing the bloody and hideous face of their leader, the guards around them were terrified.

They all possessed steel-level strength, some even reaching silver-level, yet they were so frightened by this sword strike that they couldn't muster the courage to resist.

Gaunt didn't waste any words with them. He swung his greatsword horizontally, sweeping across the battlefield like a meteor, unleashing a terrifying sword aura that stirred up a bloodbath on the chaotic battlefield.

"Blade Storm—"

He only used this tactic in the desert outside the pass, to deal with hordes of cannibals!

The Green Forest Army had a large hole torn in the middle, and in the instant they clashed with the Salvation Army, they were routed. They threw away their weapons, tore off their headscarves, and scattered like birds and beasts, trying to escape into the village and blend in with the villagers.

However, this is clearly wishful thinking.

At least in the Griffin Cliff Territory, they were the most well-fed. The Salvation Army brothers could pull these guys out of the crowd and throw them into the place where prisoners were supposed to stay without the villagers even having to point them out.

Wiping the blood off his greatsword, Gaunt turned his gaze to the castle not far away.

The castle's drawbridge was tightly shut, but for him, it was just a matter of one sword strike.

Previously, he would have hesitated to engage with the organized rebels for fear of causing even greater harm, but now that he stands with the Salvation Army, he no longer needs to worry about such things.

His comrades-in-arms will take care of the aftermath, including helping refugees, dealing with prisoners of war, and preventing the vacuum of order from leading to an even more brutal hell...

All he had to do was swing his sword forward, which was exactly what he did best.

As the siege began, thousands more corpses were added to the walls of Griffin Cliff Fortress, where the bloodstains were still fresh.

Last time, it was the kingdom's guards who died with their eyes open, but this time, the castle courtyard is filled with corpses wearing green turbans...

The siege lasted less than half a day.

Before the sun sets, the Salvation Army's holy flag is raised on the castle tower.

Gazing at the desecrated corpses hanging from the city walls, Gaunt silently severed the ropes, destroyed the altar of chaos, and closed his eyes for his loyal general.

The setting sun gradually sank into the edge of the forest, and its light might not rise again for a long time...

Just as Griffin Cliff Fortress changed hands again, Kaelan, far away in the outer city of Twilight City, angrily slammed a military intelligence report onto the table.

"Brennan...has this traitor gone mad?!"

He believed he had treated Brennan well, not only by promoting him to one of the twelve leaders, but also by entrusting him with ten 10,000-strong units to attack Sparrowwood Territory, and even by tolerating his betrayal by changing his allegiance!

However, it now seems that his conscience has been wasted! This two-faced traitor is already eagerly wagging his tail and begging for mercy from Saint Sith's lackeys!

They even turned their swords against their former brothers!

“Griffin Cliff Fortress is like the western gate of Twilight City. We have to do something!” A leader slammed his dagger into the map and said fiercely.

This statement resonated with many, and voices of support rose and fell throughout the military tent.

Although the siege is at its most critical stage and the Campbellians are closing in from afar, if they lose Griffin Cliff, a key strategic location, their siege of Twilight City will be in danger!
"Longbowman" Rhys frowned, sensing that something was amiss with this military intelligence report.

It makes no sense that Brennan would send troops to Griffin Cliff Fortress so soon after establishing himself in Sparrowwood Territory.

Moreover, there were nearly 50,000 troops stationed there, how could it have been captured so quickly?

There must be some intelligence they overlooked behind this!
Or perhaps, important information has been deliberately withheld by someone with ulterior motives...

At this moment, Silas, the "quartermaster" who rarely spoke about military deployments, suddenly coughed and spoke.

“This can’t go on. I propose sending an army to Griffin Cliff Territory and Sparrowwood Territory respectively, led by ‘Black Beast’ Sloan and ‘Alchemist’ Gene… to teach our ‘Iron Bull’ a lesson before he causes even greater harm.”

Standing beside the command table, the man wearing a one-eyed mask nodded slightly, his eyes flashing with a fierce light.

Not far from him, another man with a bandage wrapped around his chin had a thoughtful expression in his eyes, but after a moment he also nodded slightly.

Of the twelve leaders, only eight remain.

But no one was afraid.

Because as their companions died, their power gradually increased.

Moreover, all the brothers who are on expeditions abroad will be stronger than those who are gathered together.

The first boss to break through to the Diamond level was probably "The Butcher" Malachi, who went the furthest, followed by "The Executioner" Akka, who stayed behind in Griffin Cliff.

Now, Rolandall the "Utawarerumono" who is fighting Erin Campbell in the Stillwater Beach is close to breaking through!
Perhaps it won't be long before a Purple Crystal level expert emerges from their ranks!
They had somewhat realized the secret to becoming stronger: to prove their bravery to the whispers of the unseen!

and so……

Is their backer actually "Flame of Destruction"?
Fate is always strangely similar, and even the little mice in the towering mountains often don't understand what they believe in.

But this is not important.

At least the power they received wasn't fake; compared to the indifferent Saint Sith, Chaos truly provided them with guns, cannons, and supernatural power.

As long as they can please that whisper from the heavens!

Seeing the "Black Beast" and the "Alchemist" decide to take a gamble, a barely perceptible smile appeared on Silas's lips as he gently toyed with a coin under the table with his chubby index finger.

He knew, of course, that he too was a sacrifice on the altar, but the final round was getting closer and closer to him...

Meanwhile, in the distant Stillwater Beach Territory.

Erin Campbell, pale-faced and slightly out of breath, had just been through a fierce battle.

Theresa glanced at her worriedly, a pang of self-reproach welling up inside her.

If only I were a little stronger, perhaps I could share some of the burden with His Highness...

pity.

This is impossible.

Few people know that the blessings of the Holy Light are equally distributed across every piece of land.

At least it is a relative balance.

When the family that rules this land is diligent enough, and the lords of each generation are full of martial virtue, it is impossible for the knightly families under its command to produce a soul capable of nurturing a superior being.

Campbell was undoubtedly such a family.

They fought against the Demon King of Thunder County generation after generation, and the Grand Dukes of each generation never slacked off in their martial arts skills. As a result, the strength of the knights under their command was close to the average level.

This is certainly a good thing for ordinary people. The competition among heroes sounds like it's full of opportunities, but ordinary people often play the role of the deer that is hiding and running away.

However, from the perspective of her childhood friend, Theresa found it hard not to feel sorry for her lord and friend.

"Your Highness... please rest for a while before the next battle."

"I am fine."

Eileen raised her arm, wiped the sweat from her cheeks, and concealed the fleeting weariness in her eyes.

“Only I can deal with Rolandall… I cannot let my people take the risk for me.”

That guy's magic is extremely insidious. Although he is not good at fighting alone, he can still inflict huge casualties on his soldiers.

In the previous battle, she successfully injured the guy, and then he hid in the forest and wouldn't come out.

After suffering several defeats, the Green Forest Army finally found a way to fight the Campbells.

That is to avoid a large-scale decisive battle, and instead adopt a strategy of small-scale, dispersed attacks to deplete the Northern Rescue Army's manpower... while also depleting the power of "Utawarerumono".

Rolandall knew very well that he was no match for that divine weapon that even the Demon King feared.

But it is also clear that the legendary power is not limitless, but rather fueled by the life of the wielder.

He could have traded his worthless, worthless lives for Eileen's.

“…But it seems your opponents don’t care much. I suggest you save some of your strength; you’ll need it later.” The dwarf general standing beside him muttered, but ultimately didn’t offer any further advice, as it was the choice of the human heroes themselves.

Eileen remained silent for a long time without answering, her thoughts drifting to the distant continent of Janna.

Whenever she is particularly tired, she can't help but think of that warm smile and the voice that relieves all her fatigue.

He seemed to know everything and see everything, always able to offer her a perfect solution when she was most confused, even helping her resolve the rift with her brother and open her heart to her own inner self...

I wonder if Mr. Colin is alright.

Perhaps it was the fear of life being as fleeting as morning dew that made her miss that name so much.

Since she went to war, she hadn't been able to find the time to write to him for a very, very long time...

I didn't mean to ignore his letter, and I hope he doesn't misunderstand anything.

(End of this chapter)