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Chapter 380 Your Majesty, the Demon King, You Understand Me

Blood Demon King's Frontline Garrison.

Danso didn't really like the atmosphere and smell of the current royal city of Platia.

Even a blood demon will feel uncomfortable in an environment with too much blood.

The sticky, seemingly omnipresent smell of blood in the air made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

It's like a human lying in a pile of food.

It sounds wonderful in my imagination, but when I'm actually covered in food, no matter how delicious it is, I'll only feel disgusted and uncomfortable.

Danso fanned the air in front of him with disdain, and sighed as he watched his subordinates carry away yet another batch of royal army corpses.

Ever since that promising young duke disappeared, the human side has been searching for clues like madmen.

Danso still admired Roland.

So young, yet he managed to defeat that fear bishop who even he found troublesome.

The idea of ​​invoking one's inner fears and then materializing them is nauseating.

Everyone has something they're afraid of, but how many people can truly face their fears head-on?

At least Danso considers himself not one of them.

He could never forget the memory of killing his father with his own hands, even though he believed he had a clear conscience.

Unfortunately, this talented young man, deeply trusted by His Majesty the Demon King, was ultimately caught up in the spatial turbulence.

Thinking of this, Danso shook his head again, and then went alone to the top of the city wall of the royal city.

Looking ahead, the Imperial Legion, which had rushed to the front lines due to Roland's disappearance, had begun to plan and deploy fire positions and locate the royal city.

Danso sensed a familiar aura, an aura so dangerous it made him feel suffocated.

That was the sound of the Demon King's castle engine starting to build up power.

He knew that humans later turned the Demon King's castle's engine into a weapon.

But to everyone's surprise, they actually wanted to use this weapon, which, after being manufactured, had only been used for test firings to intimidate other countries and had no other action taken.

It seems that the purpose was simply to send everyone in the royal city to heaven with a single shot.

There is no distinction between humans and demons, soldiers and civilians.

Treating everyone equally brings utter destruction.

The royal city's defensive formations could not possibly withstand this level of spatial attack.

If the warp drive of the Demon King's Castle were to lose its original restraint spell, the power it would unleash would definitely surpass that of the Demon King's Castle's main cannon in the past.

Danso frowned.

He felt that humanity had gone mad.

He also underestimated Roland's importance to the empire.

The coordinates have been locked, and even the royal city has been targeted.

The defensive formations on the front lines are flawless; that wretched elven mage and that damned alchemist who stole His Majesty the Demon King's Soul Stone are constructing a perfect defensive array at the front.

Even the ruler of the royal court would have no chance of bypassing these defensive formations and causing any form of damage.

But the large-caliber magical weapons on the battlefield, and the firepower networks built on those bizarre armored behemoths, would definitely be a headache for any ruler of the royal court.

Not to mention that humans also have their own strong individuals.

The Hearst Empire.

This empire, founded by that knight king, is baring its fangs for the first time after three hundred years of settling down.

The mere presence of a legion was enough to chill Danso's heart.

Although the demon race still far surpasses the empire in the number of powerful individuals.

But the empire has already achieved a way to make amends in an alternative way.

The strange armor worn by the high-ranking paladins who have been wandering around the royal city in the past two days can, in a short period of time, enable these paladins, who are not far from being nine-ring legendary, to unleash nine-ring level combat power.

Wang Tingjun has lost many elite squads, and even a great demon almost perished.

Danso's heart sank even further.

The fog disaster is getting worse. Although it is currently under control, no one knows how long the chieftain of the carrion eaters can hold out.

But going to war with humanity... Danso really couldn't find any hope of success.

He only hoped that one of the two things could come to pass.

One possibility is that Roland is not dead, but has been swept into a strange place and is temporarily unable to resume communication.

Secondly, if the artifact can be successfully activated, it will at least eliminate the demons' worries.

In this way, the demons will be able to withdraw their troops in time and shrink the battle line to their doorstep, which will make the humans consider the cost and losses of starting a war.

Fighting in the extreme cold of the North already requires several times the cost, not to mention the demonic habitats further north.

Just as Danso stood on the city wall, feeling the cold wind and hesitating about the future of the demon race, Caesar, the lord of the gargoyles, sent a message.

Danso took out a communication device made with demonic technology, connected the communication, and then put the device to his ear.

Although it's not as convenient as teleportation magic, Enva's situation is special, so this is the only option available.

"Hey, you stinky rock. What's wrong? Why did you call me?"

"...Danso, the clan leader just came to see me."

"What? This is strange. He hasn't appeared since the clan leader went to that battlefield, has he? What happened to him?"

Nothing happened, that's how it is...

Caesar explained the vision as concisely as possible, how it aided the Carrion King's battlefield, and the task the Carrion King had given him. [That's how it is. The Chieftain told me to find the so-called Savior, who is likely currently in Enva.]

But how would I know what that mysterious savior looks like?

Even if I knew what that guy looked like, Enwa is such a big place, I have nowhere to look for him.

"Wait...you mean, the savior that the clan leader mentioned is the one His Majesty the Demon King once spoke of? And he even said that he would definitely appear?"

"That's right. Munechika said this is a plan His Majesty once told him about, a plan that exists in an ancient prophecy."

"..."

Danso fell silent.

For some reason, Roland's image flashed into his mind. Of course, he didn't immediately respond, but instead asked, "What do you think of that savior?"

The clan leader specifically requested that he be found, and... if he truly has a way to solve the problem of the mist, then he is undoubtedly a friend of the demons.

Danso pondered for a moment: "I understand. I'll reply to you later. I need to think about the clues carefully."

[Trouble. 】

As soon as he finished speaking, the Gargoyle Lord hung up the communication.

Danso put away his communication device and began to ponder.

Should we tell Caesar about Roland's situation?

Given this guy's demon-centric stance, it wouldn't be good news if Roland's human identity were exposed.

And... Enwa? Was he swept into Enwa by the spatial turbulence?

No, why am I even thinking about this? It doesn't necessarily mean it's Roland.

"Beep beep!!!"

The communication device rang again, this time on the emergency communication frequency.

Danso quickly took out his communication device and answered the call.

"Hey, Dracula. What's wrong with Enva?"

"Um...My lord, His Majesty wishes to speak with you."

"Your Majesty? Dracula, have you drunk too much blood wine? This is an emergency communication frequency. Don't use this frequency for jokes. What if there's really important news?"

[Danso, it seems you don't want to talk to me?]

"..."

"How could that be, Your Majesty! It's just that Dracula is unreliable! Please don't misunderstand, I'm listening to what you have to say."

"By the way, Your Majesty, why did you suddenly go to Enwa? You didn't even tell me beforehand. If you need anything, you can just give orders to the Blood Demon Court. Dracula will take care of everything."

……

"Don't interrupt, listen to me."

Although he still maintains a female appearance, considering that Danso is unaware of his true gender, the Demon King still chooses to use his sexy baritone voice pack to communicate with him.

"In that battle, Roland and I were caught in the turbulence and are now in Enwa. We're safe, but we can't contact the humans."

"I would ask Dracula for anything else without you having to tell me."

"He has already explained your decision and your intentions."

"Since you have chosen to pledge allegiance to me again, don't have any ulterior motives. I have already remembered everything I need to know."

"I'll let bygones be bygones last time for not telling the whole truth, but there won't be a next time, understand?"

"If you think that I'm too powerful to deal with you now that I'm a remnant soul, you can try and see what happens."

"Finally, the message that Roland was still alive, but lacked means of communication in Enva, was relayed to the Imperial Army."

"Dracula said you're on the front lines right now. With your abilities, sending a message shouldn't be a problem, right?"

"You don't need to go in person. I'll tell you the frequency of the Flam communication magic. You can just cast the spell and explain it clearly yourself."

"Of course, I can come in person."

"Anyway, you've met Russell and Kalia once before, so they'll recognize you."

Dracula watched as the Demon King issued orders to his boss one by one, and he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Although Blood Demon shouldn't sweat in theory, he still felt beads of cold sweat constantly appearing on his forehead.

He didn't think anything of the female voice used when they talked, but once the voice switched back to that familiar tone, he couldn't help but tremble.

The majesty accumulated over three thousand years was still too deeply ingrained in the demon's heart.

Wiping away imaginary beads of sweat, Dracula looked at Roland: "How much longer will Your Majesty speak?"

"I don't know." Roland shook his head. "She's not in a good mood lately, and I guess she'll need to vent for quite some time."

"By the way, what are your thoughts on those requirements I mentioned before?"

Dracula looked at Roland: "If what the Demon King said is true... then we must stop the Demon King's plan to punish the Heart-Slapping Demon Court."

"But if you want to persuade people through formal channels, you can't do it without presenting some evidence."

“I personally agree with your plan. However, entering the Runestone Research Institute of the Demon King's Court requires special access; otherwise, the array will immediately sound an alarm.”

Roland laughed: "There's no need to worry about that. All I need is for you to cover our retreat."

"Leave the rest to me."

Dracula didn't say anything more after hearing this, but just glanced at the Demon King who was still attacking Danso: "No problem, the Blood Demon Court will keep its promise."

"Then I'll leave it to you." Roland smiled.

(End of this chapter)