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

Chapter 373 This program relies on bugs to operate.
The third day after the incident.

As human society began to mourn the passing of the young Grand Duke and started to list his contributions to the Brotherhood of Chaos in their fight against evil.

Roland, who in a sense had already been defined as dead, was now standing on the edge of the mist with Cellina, wearing his Flame Demon disguise.

"I didn't expect to encounter it again so soon, and it's only about five kilometers away from the manor... If this is really a crisis that the demons are trying to deal with, then the frequency is too high."

"But now I can confirm one thing."

Feeling the sudden chaos and disorder of the Great Source Magic after the appearance of the mist, Roland smiled bitterly: "The reason why the communication magic cannot be used is not because of any demonic means, but because these mists are appearing too frequently."

"Even the environment of the Great Source Magic was affected."

"Such a chaotic environment makes it impossible to unleash communication magic that requires precise positioning."

Roland sighed as he sensed the magical state before him.

Cellina frowned as well: "So, we have to leave the area of ​​influence to initiate the message?"

“That’s right.” Roland nodded. “Even the demons in this area use messengers and familiars to deliver messages.”

"In other words, the scope of the impact is definitely larger than we thought."

"To be on the safe side, we can observe the scouts who deliver the message or the familiars that carry it."

"See where they stop before you switch to communication magic."

"The safest approach is to find a way to get to that location and then send a message to report our current situation."

Cellina nodded, acknowledging Roland's idea: "That's certainly a safe bet."

"Also, we have to leave. The fog hasn't dissipated immediately, and Wang Tingjun's actions might be much faster than we expect."

"Okay, let's go first. But don't go too far. Just stay a little distance away and observe. I have a way to hide us."

……

Shortly after Roland and Cellina left the scene, a squad of royal troops composed of elite gargoyles and fire demons arrived at the location where the mist was spreading.

"Report to the captain: The fog's spread is still under control. No unusual entities have been observed."

"Received. Immediately deploy the stabilizer to eliminate the fog. At the same time, prepare for alert. If any abnormal entities appear, eliminate them immediately and control their range of movement to prevent their actions from spreading and affecting the surrounding area."

"Yes!"

With the orders given by the team leader, the Seven Rings Gargoyle, Wang Tingjun's squad began their work in an orderly manner near the fog.

Slender cubes, resembling black wooden stakes, were driven into the ground by gargoyles skilled in earth and stone magic, much like pile driving.

Roland, hiding in a large tree a kilometer away, was also observing the work of Wang Tingjun's squad through his binoculars.

From their practiced movements and tense expressions, Roland confirmed one thing.

Such anomalies do occur so frequently that Wang Tingjun and his men, who seem to be dedicated to handling them, have become quite adept at it.

Moreover, these seemingly harmless mists, which only cause chaos in the Great Source of Magic, also contain some dangers that Roland is unaware of.

After all, there were only two people driving the piles.

The remaining squad members focused their attention on the fog before them, gripping their weapons tightly. Some of the fire demons in the squad even held two huge fireballs made of lava in their hands the whole time, ready to fire.

Unfortunately, they were too far away. To avoid being exposed and leaving behind any trace of magic, Roland did not leave any eavesdropping spells or devices. They could only rely on their manner of movement to identify them.

Roland was particularly curious about the purpose of those dark cubes.

The change happened quickly.

As the fourth cube was driven into the ground by the gargoyles, the mist visibly began to tremble, and the mist suddenly spread outwards.

The four cubes that had been driven into the ground also immediately emitted a peculiar magical fluctuation the moment the mist spread, forcefully suppressing the expanding mist back.

But it wasn't over yet. From the fog emerged some faceless humanoid creatures with long arms and legs, pale and slender bodies, averaging three or four meters tall.

The first wave consisted of three monsters, which were smashed into burning pieces by the two fire demons that had been charging up for a long time as soon as they appeared.

At this moment, the two members of the pile-driving team quickly laid out the sixth cube.

This time, the fog trembled even more violently, and its outward expansion accelerated.

It was once again controlled by the cube.

Roland could see that the gargoyle's face had turned ugly. He took out a small device and shouted. Sure enough, even though the communication magic was restricted, this kind of radio-like communication device was still quite useful as long as it was not a long-distance communication.

Soon Roland spotted another squad arriving in his field of vision. As soon as they appeared, they started helping with the pile driving and clearing out more and more white humanoid monsters.

The two teams finally stopped when the tenth cube was driven into the ground.

As the tenth cube was driven into the ground, the mist in front of us vanished instantly, as if someone had pressed the delete button. The mist, which had spread over half of the forest, disappeared in an instant.

Afterwards, both teams packed up and headed home.

It was just like a simple field mission.

But the more this was the case, the less optimistic Roland became about the current state of the demon race.

No wonder the Demon King's Court insisted on starting a war.

It's no wonder that half of the royal court rulers agreed to this proposal.

Looking at the issue from this perspective, it seems understandable why the three royal courts of gargoyles, liches, and blood demons, despite their dissatisfaction with the Heart Demon Royal Court, also participated in the operation. Just then, compared to the still-sleeping Polycia, the Demon King's awakening speed after returning to familiar surroundings exceeded Roland's expectations.

The Demon King, who was thought to be silent for a few more days, woke up much sooner than expected.

"Holy crap! How long did I actually sleep this time!?"

"Roland, you humans have already reached Enwa!?"

"Tsk... I told you long ago not to start a war with those good-for-nothings. They wouldn't win anyway!"

The Demon King, who had been caught in a subtle misunderstanding, gradually realized what was happening amidst Roland's silence, and then also fell into a brief silence.

"Don't tell me we were swept into Enva after escaping the spatial turbulence."

Roland shrugged: "Unfortunately, we're in Enva right now, and we're very close to the Demon Alliance Temple."

Demon King: "..."

After losing his cybernetic body, the Demon King felt somewhat melancholy.

The new body I just got broke down after only a few days of use.

However, it can also be considered a blessing in disguise, as my soul and memories have become more complete.

"Never mind, you're already here. Did you send a message back to let them know you're safe? I'm afraid Kalia will go berserk if she hears that your fate is unknown. That would be much bigger trouble than that out-of-control bishop."

Roland paused after hearing the whole thing, then said, "I don't think so."

"So you don't even send a message back?"

"It's not that we don't want to pass it on, it's that we can't..."

After the Demon King's words, Roland, who was also starting to worry about Kalia's rampage, began to explain the recent situation.

He panicked even more after thinking about the system's rewards.

After listening, the Demon King remained silent for a long time before finally uttering, "It seems the situation is much more serious than I thought."

"Roland, how's your strength recovery going?"

Roland wanted to show the Demon King his burning state, but when he thought about how the guy's body had been damaged again, he could only give a helpless explanation.

"I can barely muster some magic power now, and I'm still far from being able to regain my normal combat strength."

"What are you trying to do now?"

"I'm going to the Temple of the Covenant," the Demon King said calmly. "We must steal that thing before the Demon King's Court of Heart-Slapping activates the Golden Horn!"

“That’s not us… no, it’s not even a power that the gods can control.”

"To give an analogy, it's like a pencil with a built-in eraser at the end."

"It can both write and erase what has been written."

"But if you've ever used one of those built-in erasers, you'll know that it can't erase any writing at all!"

"Trying to use uncontrollable power to change the demon race's situation... utterly foolish!"

"I clearly left behind many means to keep things in check! How could things have deteriorated to this point in just three hundred years!"

After a series of metaphors, the Demon King began to mutter to himself.

Clearly, there was a considerable amount of useful information and memories among the fragments of souls that Roland had captured.

Or perhaps, as the soul gradually becomes more complete, some fragmented memories begin to recover.

He didn't really understand, and he had no experience of tearing his soul into thirteen pieces and then piecing it back together.

However, he did understand the Demon King's metaphor.

Connecting with the legend of the three pillar gods, it is said that Garihus established the initial rules and basic framework for the world.

The golden horn placed in the Temple of the Demon Alliance is very likely the tool He used back then.

The runes on it are manifestations of some of the rules of the world.

Moreover, this artifact can indeed be activated, as long as enough runes are collected.

Secondly, this artifact, originally intended to establish rules, seems to be irrationally effective in erasing, and may even have the side effect of destroying normal rules and disrupting the normal order of the world.

It's like a program that originally had a bug and could run normally, but you insist on fixing it, and then the program can no longer function.

These seemingly flawed steps are actually key to maintaining the normal functioning of the world.

Taking rash action will only lead to irreversible consequences.

No wonder the Demon King was in such a hurry.

Moreover... it seems she has a very clear understanding of the mist, so there's no need to look for someone else now.

As for the Demon King's plan to steal the divine artifact, Roland felt that this should be put on hold for now.

He hasn't lived enough yet.

Moreover, to prevent the artifact from activating, it would be sufficient to prevent the demons from collecting all ten rune stones; there was absolutely no need to take such a risk.

(End of this chapter)