My dear witch, please turn evil according to the script!

Chapter 340 The Minion King
While Roland and his companions were enjoying a pleasant picnic in the forest, the Demon King, who was still meditating in his room and using spatial positioning and soul tracking spells to locate the prototype machine, paced back and forth in his room with great impatience.

She can't be located!

To be precise, it's impossible to pinpoint the exact location.

It can only pinpoint a general area where they may appear.

This is absolutely useless!

What she needs is a way to enter that space!

If it can't be located accurately, then it's completely useless!

The Demon King frowned. After remembering more, she felt a strong urge to go back in time and give her past self, who was still alive three hundred years ago, a good beating.

Damn it, why did I have to dump so many thorny problems on myself three hundred years from now?

Even if you lose something, can't you leave behind more ways to help others?

For example, precise positioning methods.

No... it seems like it was left behind.

The Origin Tracking Technique that I gave to Roland.

But the problem is that this thing isn't working!

Why can't she locate the positions of her other souls?
This unscientific!

Although she was only a remnant soul, she could still sense the connection with other remnant souls.

The Demon King was certain that those souls had not vanished.

But the technique, which was originally known for its precise positioning, is now unable to perform its signature function?
What's the point of this thing then?!
The Demon King stomped his feet in exasperation.

After a period of anger and frustration, the Demon King calmed down.

Well, if we can't pinpoint the location accurately, then we can't pinpoint it.

At least the approximate spatial coordinates are locked... and won't deviate too much.

However, without precise location tracking, her plan to raid her hometown would be impossible to implement.

Ha, if I can't locate it, can't I at least lock it?
The Demon King sneered. A bunch of props she created herself, and they dare to play tricks on her?

Watch me lock down your warp space in the blink of an eye!
Tsk... Not enough magic.

Let's set some traps first, and then we can ask Roland to help us borrow the Demon King's Castle's engine.

Although she was modified by humans, she was almost unrecognizable to herself.

However, I went in once before and confirmed that some functions were still working normally... No, it's more accurate to say that humans used the Demon King's Castle Engine to transform it into a strategic weapon.

To be precise, the Floating Demon King's City, as an unimaginably massive aerial fortress, is of unimaginable mass.

To drive such a behemoth to perform spatial warp, one needs not only unimaginable magic but also the ability to suppress the side effects that result from the warp.

For example, after the warp ends, the immense source magic expands outward at a speed close to positive infinity.

The immense magical power that was "squeezed out" due to the brief spatial distortion will be fixed within a small area due to the stagnation phenomenon caused by the spatial warp.

To be honest, 99% of the time jumps between objects in this world don't involve any side effects.

Because the magic that was pushed aside will not lead to any results; its quantity is insufficient to cause change.

However, the stagnation phenomenon after the jump does not last long, not even enough time to blink.

Even if they squeeze together, they will disperse in a very short time.

Normally, that's how it is...

But the Demon King's castle is too big.

It was a real city, a war fortress armed to the extreme.

Even the evil gods had to avoid its attacks before this war fortress, and could not easily destroy its defenses.

As for the true god...

The Demon King hasn't forgotten what happened in Isfar.

That wasn't even Death herself; it was just her pet spewing out a beam of magic.

That was the closest the Demon King's castle came to crashing before the Demon King was defeated by the hero.

But aside from the existence of true gods, the Demon King's Castle is an absolutely invincible behemoth in this world.

After a spatial warp, its enormous mass and size will cause an unimaginable amount of magic to be pushed aside.

The result of the massive amount of magic that was squeezed out and then crammed into one space in an instant was an unprecedented and unparalleled explosion!
If it only affected the enemy, that would be one thing; the Demon King back then wasn't exactly a figure with particularly high moral standards.

After all, she was still a demon.

The ideals may be lofty, but the means and bottom line are by no means high.

This convenient and powerful weapon can be fully utilized.

For example, using jumps to directly destroy those humans who are unwilling to surrender and are determined to fight to the death.

When the time comes, after one jump, even if not all of them die, they will be close enough.

At most, the Demon King's castle's main cannon will fire one or two more shots.

The only cost is the mana required for one warp jump.

Compared to the losses incurred during a prolonged war, this method was far more efficient.

The problem is that this explosion clearly triggered friendly fire.

If left unchecked, the Demon King's Castle could crash on its own with just one warp.

Clearly, after their defeat, the already resourceful humans immediately discovered the ingenious use of the engine system.

They dismantled the suppression and control device that the Demon King had initially installed, and instead modified it to form a giant container.

This container stores the magic that is pushed out after the jump, and then... it can be used as a giant cannon.

After at least the Demon King's initial observation, she had already figured out one of the uses of this thing.

That is, by using the effect of spatial warp, a space is locked, and then cannons are fired at it. She doesn't even need to fire the cannons; having been a leader before, she understands very well the consequences of throwing such powerful killing intent into another country's territory at the slightest disagreement.

In particular, after checking the map, she discovered that the area was a noble territory, not some desolate wilderness.

Even if a million people are killed or injured by this bombardment, it would be a cause for celebration.

All she needs to do is use this device to lock that space, preventing the prototypes from getting out or escaping.

This colossal weapon, modified from the Demon King's Castle engine, is fully capable of this.

But thinking about it carefully... I seem to be in a bit of a rush.

No matter what, the remaining five prototypes are not some weaklings and cannot be easily dealt with.

and……

The Demon Queen frowned slightly; she had suddenly noticed something unusual.

Why would a prototype hide?

Although humans have indeed been searching for and tracking their traces, they haven't really taken any real action yet.

After all, aside from causing a huge commotion in Blackthorn Territory, what these prototypes did was... pretty much the same as a bunch of bandits.

They were just robbing things, mainly ready-made metals or metal ores.

At least for now, humans don't know what they are doing.

Moreover, the harm is relatively small.

Bandits and thieves exist in every country on the mainland.

It doesn't matter who steals it from, it's still stealing.
Even the prototype would just steal things and leave, and wouldn't deliberately target humans as long as they didn't resist.

It was like they were fleeing...

Wait, escape?!
The Demon King suddenly understood something, and he also understood some things that he couldn't understand before.

She immediately sent a teleportation spell to Roland.

She had to tell the other party about it.

……

In the forest, Kalia patted her belly contentedly and leaned against a cut tree trunk, basking in the sun and savoring her delicious lunch.

Roland also stood up from the bench and stretched.

Today's lunch was really good; the meat from that cow-like monster tasted so much better than real beef.

Even the beef soup tasted much better.

A huge pot of meat soup, now there's not even a broth left.

Unfortunately, we didn't bring enough bread; after feeding Kalia, there wasn't much left.

Fortunately, Polycia had just woken up from her slumber and didn't have much of an appetite; she was full after drinking a few bowls of soup.

Otherwise, those loaves of bread wouldn't be enough to fill Roland's stomach.

Roland turned to look at Polycia.

After learning her name, she seemed to feel much better, and after finishing her meal, she started playing with the little bone dragon.

A man and a dragon, one chasing from behind and the other flying in front, both looked quite happy.

I just don't know what they're so happy about.

Seemingly noticing that Roland was looking at her, Polycia stopped chasing the bone dragon and walked up to Roland.

"Lord Roland."

This was the first thing the white-haired girl with beautiful pinkish-purple eyes said to him after he finished eating.

Roland chuckled helplessly, "Why are you calling me 'Sir'? We look about the same age, don't we?"

"Hmm... The lady who is attached to my body told me that I can have a new life and life, and the only thing I need to do is to protect that person in her place."

Polycia spoke very softly.

Because the ferryman of the River Styx, who had been quiet all along, suddenly appeared in her mind, reminding her what she could and could not say.

She was very obedient, changing her tune in time without revealing too many flaws.

She was very grateful to this messenger of death.

As for Roland, after only a short time together, she believed the ferryman's assessment of that person.

I was right.

Hearing what Polysia said, Roland understood and shook his head helplessly. Then he began to observe the white-haired beauty with a small bone dragon perched on her shoulder.

Just as Roland was about to say something more, he received a message from the Demon King via magic.

"Roland, where are you? If you have nothing else to do, hurry back to Isfar. I have something urgent to tell you."

"Regarding the prototype and the pardon meeting."

“I didn’t misspoke, and you didn’t mishear. It’s about the Absolution Council, not the Chaos Brotherhood.”

"These two are not simply related by a name change."

"Anyway... this has a lot to do with what I asked you about before."

"Return immediately."

After the Demon King finished speaking, he hung up the communication.

Instead of using a projector, she used the faster call-only function, which showed that she was indeed in a hurry.

Did something happen to her?
Amnesty Council...

Isn't that the original name of the Chaos Brotherhood?

It's not just about changing a name... What does the Demon King mean by this? What has she discovered?

(End of this chapter)