The Demon King is unfathomable

Chapter 455 Two Colins?

Few Platinum-level knights can hold off an Amethyst-level powerhouse for so long.

Even if this amethyst-level expert had only recently broken through, and even if he was a "mental-type professional" who was not good at direct combat.

On the distant battlefield, Campbell's citizen cavalry fought bravely, advancing like a whirlwind under Teresa's leadership!

And then there were the Campbell Privates, advancing methodically, who, too, were emboldened by the renewed roar of cannons, fought bravely against the enemy.

The bandits wearing green turbans and the slave rats wielding slingshots launched wave after wave of fearless attacks, but in the end they were all defeated by the volleys of gunfire.

Without a doubt, this was something Eileen achieved through her own sacrifice.

This generation's holder of the "Light of Praise," like her predecessors, is worthy of the name of a hero, just like the epic passed down through generations of Campbellians—

The Grand Dukes of Campbell always step forward when their people need them most, fulfilling their knightly oaths and demonstrating their bravery!
With this heroic deed, she has already created her own legend! Even if she passes away at this moment, her soul will become eternal in the name of legend.

As long as there is one Campbell left in this world, she will not truly "die" from this world...

The valiant knight finally collapsed, exhausted to his last ounce of strength, while at the same moment a golden magic wand rose up.

Just as the latter was shocked that "Praise of the Light" could not only summon the power of ancestors to possess him, but also drag his ancestors out of their coffins, "Colin," bathed in holy light, had already chanted the first incantation.

"A raging fire spreads across the land—"

The short chant was completed in an instant, and the boiling flames surged like a torrent through the dark forest.

Before Rolandall could even process what had happened, his index finger swiftly plucked the strings, and a translucent ripple swayed forward with a "clang!"
Mental magic is not only effective on humans; it can also be used to dismantle existing spells.

The raging fire crumbled like shattered glass the moment it came into contact with the translucent ripples!
"You think you can beat me with a mere platinum-level spell? You could call out all your ancestors—"

Before he could finish speaking, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his body turned into a blur.

At the same time, amidst the shattering flames that resembled glass, golden swords shot forward like phoenixes emerging from their shells!
The unfathomable mage did not simply chant a spell, but used the flames as a smokescreen to conceal the holy spear within the boiling firelight!

This is also a kind of illusion.

It's not an illusion created by mental magic, but a scheme devised by human wisdom.

However, he was ultimately one step too short, and the cunning Rolandall managed to evade him.

If this attack hits, even if it doesn't kill the Chosen One of Chaos, it will certainly inflict severe damage.

Being a Purple Crystal level individual is simply a stronger superhuman; it doesn't mean they won't die recklessly.

Not to mention the amethyst level, even demigods have fallen at the hands of mortals, only that person later became a new demigod.

Rolandall was clearly aware of the danger of his previous move, and his arrogant smile was twisted again by his disheveled state.

"How dare a mere insect extend its claws at me..."

He retreated several meters and quickly plucked the strings with his index finger. Sharp mental ripples transformed into blades that seemed to exist in reality, rushing towards the mysterious magician.

Colin didn't even glance at it, a playful smile creeping onto his tight lips, before he began to compose the third incantation.

"Holy Judgment!"

At the very moment he finished speaking, waves of mental energy, as solid as physical objects, struck his chest and then passed through him without any resistance.

Rolandar's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, clearly not expecting that his mental attack would have no effect at all and would have passed right through him!

Even if that thing isn't a living person, but a summoned creature or a mirror image created by magic, it's impossible for it to be completely unaffected like this!
Before he could even figure out what was going on, the majestic holy light descended from the sky like a heavy punch, slamming into the spot where he had been standing just half a second earlier!

"boom--!"

The smooth ground was left with a scorched crater!

As Rolandar rapidly strummed the strings, he stared in astonishment at the figure standing motionless amidst the holy light.

Clearly, this chosen one of chaos had tested the depths of the "Light of Praise," but remained completely baffled by the nature of its power.

It was not something summoned by magic, nor even any other supernatural power; rather, it reached the very essence of all miracles—

That is, the power of faith!
The person standing before him at this moment was not anyone from the Campbell family genealogy, but the embodiment of the spiritual totem of thousands upon thousands of Campbells!

Although his strength is determined by Irene's strength, the artifact "Utawarerumono" itself harbors the legendary seed representing "Grandmaster Power"!

In other words, he wasn't fighting against one person, but against the legend in the hearts of all Campbells!

It can't be killed!
However, Rolandall was a smart man after all. He gradually realized that this body formed from the light of hymns was probably invincible, and that to destroy it, he had to kill Irene.

However, that "ancestor" was very clever and saw through his thoughts at a glance.

Just as Rolandall manipulated a dark shadow to project towards Eileen, the wand, poised to unleash its power, quietly swung, summoning a hurricane that lifted Eileen's body and carried her a hundred meters away.

Rolandall wanted to give chase, but dozens of spears formed from holy light descended from the sky, blocking his path like a cage.

Although he didn't consider the attack particularly fierce, it still caused him a lot of trouble.

not only that--

The annoying little devil didn't just stand by and watch; instead, it kept throwing seven-inch-long daggers to harass his attacks. Although the daggers had limited lethality, they were extremely insulting.

This guy was especially agile, darting around and dodging. And whenever he tried to use mental magic to knock him down, the golden wand would weave unpredictable spells at crucial moments, forcing him to gather his mental energy to defend himself!
Rolandar's expression grew increasingly ferocious, and he no longer cared about the living sacrifice offered to Urgos.

He wants them all to die right now!
"...I originally intended to send you to the eternal heaven, but it seems you do not belong there, and it was I who forced you to do something against your will."

"Whatever——"

"Let your filthy blood be used to write the hymns of my Lord's Kingdom!"

He pinched the thickest string between his index finger and thumb, then suddenly yanked it and released it!
The deep, resonant sound of the zither, after merging with his spiritual power, slammed down at his feet like a hundred-meter-wide hammer.

"boom--!"

The invisible hammer blows transformed into tangible pressure. The forest, spanning a hundred meters, was as if it had been slapped by a palm. Every tree broke inch by inch and collapsed along with the sinking ground!
Faced with this indiscriminate area attack, Sisi was unable to dodge in time and was hit in the back. Her eyes instantly filled with bloodshot veins, and she spat out a mouthful of blood, falling from the sky like a kite with a broken string.

She felt as if her internal organs were being churned together, and the pain was so intense that she almost lost her breath.

Is this what a Purple Crystal level expert is like?

That's terrifyingly strong!
With her peak Platinum-level strength, she couldn't even withstand a single blow...

A triumphant smile flashed across Rolandall's face; he had finally gotten rid of that annoying bat.

However, before he could be happy for even two seconds, his smug smile froze on his face.

Amidst the clamor of dust, a familiar figure stood there, cradling the bat he had just shot down.

etc--

He turned around abruptly, glanced at the figure standing in the holy light not far away, and then quickly turned his head to look at the figure standing in the rolling dust in front of him.

The two faces are exactly the same!
How can there be two... Campbell ancestors?!
Rolandael wasn't the only one surprised; to be honest, Luo Yan was also quite surprised. He had just flown over in the Myriad Butterflies when he saw another version of himself.

It's quite intriguing that two Colins appeared in the same place.

However, with his intelligence, he guessed the general idea in an instant, and it must have been the work of the ever-changing Utawarerumono.

He simply hadn't expected that Eileen's miracle would actually be him.

This is truly...a terrible sin.

"My Lord Demon..."

Feeling a warm current flowing into her body, Sisi, who was in a daze, gradually regained consciousness.

Upon seeing that calm yet dignified face, her wine-red eyes instantly filled with tears, and she could no longer maintain the majesty befitting a queen from the land of nightmares.

It hurt so much.

If there hadn't been no one around who cared about her, she probably would have burst into tears long ago.

Although imps are small in size, they have just as many neurons as humans, especially in terms of sensitivity, which is why they excel in mental power.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty... I've shown you a shameful side of me. Please forget what just happened." Suppressing the urge to cry, Sisi bit her trembling lips and stubbornly lowered her eyes.

Having healed Xixi's internal injuries, Luo Yan dispelled the Netherworld energy in his palm and soothed the wounds in her heart with an acknowledging tone.

“I don’t think it’s shameful at all. On the contrary… your loyalty and bravery are deeply imprinted in my mind, and I’m afraid I’ll never forget them in my lifetime.”

Her face, pale from blood loss, was instantly flushed crimson, like the burning clouds at dusk.

"You...you really think that way? It's not just to comfort me..."

Hearing the suddenly slurred voice, Luo Yan smiled gently and touched Qianqian's flushed forehead with his index finger.

"Of course, I never lie."

The instant he finished speaking, a transparent ripple pierced through his body.

However, only a blur was pierced through.

In that instant, Rolandall was shocked to find that his mental power could no longer sense the guy's presence!

It was as if he had completely vanished from the world, leaving only a butterfly fluttering through the shadows of the trees.

With a single gesture, he tore the beautifully colored butterfly to shreds, but the figure of the person did not reappear.

not only that--

The shattered butterfly, like a burst soap bubble, left not a single fragment behind, as if it were all just his illusion.

What kind of magic is this?!

A whisper from the depths of his being suddenly appeared in his mind.

Normally He wouldn't come out, unless even He was surprised.

"...It's actually ether?!"

“Ether?!” Having never heard of this term before, Rolandall paused for half a second before quickly asking, “What is that?”

"The power of the eerie mist... Perhaps he is a madman, or perhaps it's just a coincidence, but whatever it is, you'd better deal with the trouble at hand first."

The whispered words, seemingly casual and indifferent, left a message before disappearing from his consciousness once more.

Urgos rarely spoke directly with his believers because they were all his sacrifices. He didn't even care about their wins or losses, only about the pleasant offerings they could bring him.

Rolandar dared not be negligent, because in the brief moment he was distracted, the "copy" standing in the holy light had already cast a spell on him.

The whistling light shot towards him like lightning, and although it was quickly stopped by the music he played, a series of bone spears then fell from the sky and shot towards his back.

"Whoosh-!"

The flying bone spear, like a cannonball, crashed into the shield he had erected, creating ripples in its wake!

The "copy" standing in the holy light showed a hint of surprise, but did not think much of it. It still regarded Rolandar as the target that needed to be dealt with first and continued to weave holy spells to attack him.

“I hate it when people attack me before I finish speaking, Mr. Rolandall.”

"Who exactly are you? Your Majesty? Which Your Majesty?" Rolandar asked, freeing one hand to defend himself while searching for the source of the voice, his eyes darting around rapidly.

The voice, seemingly from the void, chuckled softly.

"That's none of your business. All you need to know is that my name is Colin, and remember to carry that name down with you."

"Insanity!"

Rolandall's expression twisted in an instant as he roared into the bottomless forest.

"Don't think I can't do anything to you just because you're hiding in the shadows! Those bone spears just now revealed your true strength. If I'm not mistaken, you should be Diamond-level? Heh, a mere Diamond... and you dare to act so arrogantly in front of me!"

The voice, seemingly from the void, paused for two seconds before uttering a chilling sentence.

"It's true that I'm a diamond... but your amethyst grade doesn't seem to be much stronger."

Roland Dahl paused for a moment, his face still contorted with rage, but he became alert in his heart.

His strength did indeed come with an element of luck, and that statement really hit a nerve.

Although both the Chosen of the Claws of Eternal Hunger and the Chosen of the Flames of Destruction obtain power from chaos through slaughter, their sacrificial rituals are fundamentally different.

The former places more emphasis on the result of killing and actual plunder, while the latter emphasizes the process of fighting and the result of destruction.

To use an imperfect but vivid analogy, the former is more like a tyrannical lord, while the latter is more like a gladiator in the arena.

In the sacrifices of the Claws of Eternal Hunger, the brave but reckless are often the first to die. Only those who are extremely cunning and treacherous, like Rolandar, who hide behind their allies to preserve themselves and devour their spoils, will enter the final round and compete for the title of the true Chosen One.

Even if the chosen one selected in this way is just a bloated giant, unworthy of possessing his own power, and unable to contend with a true hero.

But what does this have to do with the great Urgos?

The "Claw of Eternal Hunger" remains constant, while the "Those Who Desire" come and go. His terror lies not in his power, but in the fact that his servants are like cockroaches, impossible to eradicate using traditional methods.

Rolandall is such a figure, a giant rat who has been elevated to a divine status by his followers.

Luo Yan could clearly see that although the twisted soul fire was enormous, it lacked any quality befitting its size, and was even inferior to Misi.

His increased strength was purely due to Urgos's distorted "aesthetics." In comparison, Elder Zacro was not as strong as this guy, but the pressure he exerted was far greater.

certainly--

It's also possible that he has simply become stronger and is no longer the weak person he once was.

A dense forest several kilometers away.

Having just finished casting a round of spells, Luo Yan handed the blushing Xixi to Youxi and Mixi, who then helped her up with their worried expressions.

Although they were injured, it wasn't serious; their mental strength was just affected, and they would be fine after a rest.

But to be honest—

Yuxi and Missy had never seen the Queen Sissi so petite and charming before, and they almost thought the Demon King had given them the wrong baby.

Looking at the group of disheveled little devils, Luo Yan spoke in a slightly apologetic voice.

"I'm sorry I'm too late, leaving you to face that terrible guy alone."

Yuxi and Misi kept their mouths tightly shut, trying to minimize their presence, and dared not respond to the Demon King's words.

This wasn't because they were worried about overstepping their bounds; it was purely because they feared that when Queen Sissi repeatedly relived this memory, she would remember that they were also present and had witnessed her "embarrassing" state.

That's absolutely terrifying.

To maintain their authority, their king is capable of anything.

This included, but was not limited to, personally searching the cave for all sorts of colorful mushrooms to help them forget what he had done while drunk and disorderly, and then treating them to mushroom soup...

Fortunately, the little devil had an extraordinary resistance to poisonous mushrooms, so no one was poisoned to death.

Missy still remembers that the entire Nightmare Land was immersed in a "strange dream" that day, which ended when they all claimed to have amnesia.

That was a disaster.

Completely unaware of the strange looks from her subordinates, Sisi coughed lightly and spoke softly.

"No...you've come at just the right time! Please teach that wretched insect a lesson for me, and crush that daring creature that dares to offend your dignity!"

Aside from the arrogant language, it was completely unlike her usual voice.

Yuxi and Missy got goosebumps all over, but for the sake of their lives, they tried their best to keep their mouths shut and dared not breathe.

"Don't worry, no one can escape unscathed after harming my loyal subordinates."

Luo Yan smiled and left a comforting word. Then, in a flash, he transformed into a beautifully colored butterfly in Qianqian's captivating gaze and fluttered away.

Meanwhile, several kilometers away.

The enraged Rolandall finally broke through the layers of spells woven by "Colin" with his wand, and was about to capture the unconscious Eileen when a ghostly green light suddenly flashed, intercepting his spell perfectly.

"The cursed spirit!"

Those were thousands upon thousands of distorted faces. They were like intertwined, dead souls, compressed within a gigantic wall that shimmered with an eerie light.

The moment the two spells collided, the eerie green light shattered instantly, releasing thousands of vengeful spirits that howled like mad dogs and tore at their surroundings!

Feeling the onslaught of mental energy backlash, Rolandar hurriedly dispelled the spell and dodged backward.

Although taking the curse head-on wasn't difficult, he didn't dare gamble on whether there was something else hidden behind the curse.

The black light that rushed towards Eileen turned into wisps of smoke and dissipated just before it touched her armor.

It was at this moment that Rolandall finally saw the figure standing under the shadow of the tree!

His pupils shrank slightly.

When did this guy get back?!
He didn't even notice!

Without giving Rolandall a moment to catch his breath, Luo Yan continued to wave his wand, casting a second spell on him.

"All bones return to the ruins—"

The moment his last syllable fell, the scattered wandering ghosts seemed to be pulled back by an invisible hand, flying back to Rolandall's vicinity like birds returning to their nests.

Never having seen such bizarre magic before, Rolandar felt a sudden sense of alarm and quickly plucked the strings of his harp to create a mental barrier for defense.

Seeing the guy's tense stance, Luo Yan's lips curled into a smile.

Just as he had predicted, although this guy had risen to the Amethyst level, the strongest opponent he had ever encountered was probably no more than Platinum.

But he was different—

Back when he was still at the Silver level, he had already fought against a powerhouse at the Amethyst level!
The returning souls did not rush towards the mental barrier built by Roland Dahl, but instead plunged together into the earth beneath his feet!

Before Rolandall could react to what was happening, the ground beneath his feet seemed to boil over as thousands upon thousands of skeletal arms suddenly surged forth, engulfing the entire forest!
"Squeak-"

The clanging of bones sounded like the beating of war drums, and the deathly skeleton warriors rose one after another, stretching as far as the eye could see.

The legion of the undead is awakening from its long slumber; they will follow the king from hell and conquer the mortal lands!
Rolandall was stunned for a few seconds by the sight of the sea of ​​skulls surging like a tide, but he quickly burst out laughing.

"Hahaha! What do you think you're up to? You expect to use these pieces of trash against me?"

What can a bunch of skeletons, at most of the steel grade, do besides startling him?
Luo Yan smiled slightly, and in a flash, he landed next to Eileen and carried her on his shoulder.

This guy's armor is pretty heavy.

If he hadn't cast over a dozen buffs on himself beforehand, he probably wouldn't have been able to carry her.

That would be so embarrassing.

"Colin," standing in the holy light, watched him, seemingly unaware of his hostility, and thus did not stop him, but instead entrusted everything to him with peace of mind.

To be honest, it felt really strange. After all, that incredibly handsome face clearly belonged to him, yet now it was looking at him with its eyes—

'It's up to you now.'

Luo Yan did not answer, because he did not have time to do so.

Each of his spells was pre-designed, interconnected, and together they formed a grand scheme.

At the same moment the two completed the handover, he raised his wand and swung it down again, gathering all his magic power and softly uttering the final incantation.

"Corpse Explosion—"

Rolandar's expression changed instantly as he watched the soul fire contract violently within each skull.

however--

It's too late.

The instant Luo Yan's figure disappeared again, the flames of the explosion instantly engulfed a forest with a radius of nearly one kilometer!
The shockwave and bone fragments from the explosion wiped swathes of forest off the map in an instant, and pierced through the defenses Rolandar had built to withstand mental attacks!

After all, it wasn't a mental attack at all, but a physical attack that was combined with fire magic!

If Rolandar were at his peak, he might have been able to barely withstand the sudden explosion, but the previous battle had already depleted too much of his magic power.

Before he could even let out a scream, the explosion had shattered his body into pieces.

Before he could cast a spell to save himself, bone spears formed from bone dust pierced through his battered body with the force of a thousand cuts.

With his pupils wide open like blood-red holes, Rolandar, held aloft by thousands of bone spears, finally breathed his last, his soul returning to his nest far from the earth.

The deafening explosion reached the battlefield several kilometers away. Both armies, locked in fierce combat, were startled by the towering flames, and many soldiers even stopped what they were doing, staring blankly at the scene.

what happened?
Nobody knows.

Apart from Theresa, who vaguely guessed something as she watched Eileen rush into the forest, most people wore blank expressions.

Including the rat-men who were startled.

Although she was extremely anxious, Theresa knew that now was not the time to worry about Princess Irene.

She gritted her teeth, raised her blood-stained lance high, and roared at the citizen cavalry behind her.

"It's the magic of Saint Sith! The Holy Light is on our side! For glory, for faith! Charge with me! Drive these demons from the abyss back into the abyss!"

Whoever wins in the forest, she must do the only thing she can do now!
That is to win the battle on the main battlefield!

As for whose miracle that deafening explosion was, it was completely unimportant to them.

All they could do was believe!
And to be united as one!
"kill--!"

Exhausted, the citizen cavalry roared their charge once more, discarding their broken lances and drawing their longswords, as they fiercely charged toward the Green Forest Army's flank.

Seeing this group of cavalrymen who seemed to have divine assistance, the Green Forest Army, whose morale was already teetering on the brink of collapse, finally began to rout, and their crooked lines crumbled backward like an avalanche.

Like those fleeing ratmen.

"charge!!"

The commanders at the front drew their swords, roared their battle cries, and led their long-suffering Private Campbells, bayonets fixed, in pursuit of the fleeing Green Forest Army.

They cannot give the enemy a chance to regroup their remaining troops!

If they escape back into the rat hole, it won't be long before these Chaos Apostles return with weapons provided by the ratmen!

With the outcome of the main battle decided, Teresa, covered in blood, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Even if Roland Dahl were still alive, he would certainly be helpless in the face of such a crushing defeat.

The most important thing now is Princess Eileen!

"follow me!"

With a shout to the cavalrymen beside her, Theresa kicked her horse's belly and led two hundred cavalrymen into the dust-filled forest.

Seeing this, the dwarf lord who was fighting alongside the Campbells nearby also mounted a goat, shouted, and gave chase.

"I'll go with you!"

Although he was somewhat apprehensive in the face of the chosen ones of Chaos, he couldn't just watch his allies go to their deaths.

At least he possessed platinum-level strength, and he also had the protection bestowed by the Book of Hatred and the artifact given to him by the Dwarf King.

As long as the opponent isn't a demigod, he still has a chance to exchange a couple of blows.

Theresa did not refuse. When the dwarf lord rushed to her side, they joined forces and charged into the forest.

However, when she reached the forest, she did not see her respected prince, but only bones scattered everywhere and signs of burning.

"Your Highness—!" she shouted, looking around anxiously.

"...At least our enemies aren't here. Maybe she won and just overexerted herself and passed out," the dwarf lord muttered, though he didn't think he could convince himself of the truth.

Wielding the Light of Praise comes at a price, but what price would be enough for a Platinum-level knight to defeat a Chaos Chosen who is suspected of possessing Amethyst-level strength?
It's hard to say whether he's stronger or weaker than Grand Duke Aaron's old rival, Reggie Dragon.

To defeat Reggie Dragoon, the Grand Duke sacrificed his own life.

Theresa bit her lip, her face slightly pale, and turned to shout at her subordinates.

"Scatter! His Highness should be around here; you should be able to find her!"

"Yes!"

The cavalrymen obeyed and spurred their horses to search for Eileen's whereabouts.

"I'll send my men to help too," the dwarf lord said, before riding his goat mount back to the battlefield and calling for his men to come and help search for people.

Although dwarves have short legs, they have a keen sense of smell. At least they can smell the rats, preventing the ratmen from intercepting the princess of the Duchy of Campbell.

In the forest, a dark figure stood on a tree branch, silently looking down at the busy figures.

Although he didn't understand why the Demon Lord cared about the lives of these humans, Thanos had now completely taken on the Demon Lord's form and would no longer question any orders issued by the Demon Lord.

Of course, he could swear to the demon god, and he had never questioned it before, at most just muttering a few words to himself.

"Campbell's cavalry seem to be in a hurry... Considering they are almost exhausted, should I let them get some sleep, Your Majesty?"

Thanos whispered to the butterfly perched on his wrist, his expression as respectful as a loyal dog.

The butterfly flapped its wings, and it remembered that the Demon King had instructed it to shake its head.

Don't do unnecessary things.

Thanos nodded slightly, silently regretting for a second that his trump card hadn't come out.

what a pity.

It's unbelievable that that noisy old woman, Brancia, reached the Diamond level first, even though I was just a little short of breaking through myself.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Leaving those words behind, Thanos retreated into the shadows, withdrawing from the explosion site to continue monitoring Campbell's position...

(End of this chapter)