Even the Demon King is worrying about another world today.

A campfire was burning at my feet, the damp firewood crackling incessantly.

The chill was dispelled, and Kuro even fanned himself with his hand, feeling a little hot.

But Hedis's whole body was terribly cold.

“Maybe… we should go back.” Kuro raised his hand and touched Heddis’s burning forehead. “Something’s not right with you, Heddis.”

Hedis grabbed several cloaks and draped them over himself, clutching his shoulders and trembling uncontrollably.

It wasn't from blood loss, nor from the pain of the wound. Hedis stared at the campfire, a sense of unease creeping into his heart, his eyes gleaming with anxiety. It was as if a series of agonizing tortures were raging within him.

The heartbeat in my chest gradually amplified, and the pulse in my limbs became increasingly pronounced. It felt as if something was pounding inside my head, and the amplified heartbeat within my body was deafening.

A chill ran through him, and Hedis shrank his neck.

"Speaking of which, besides your mother, does Kuro have any other relatives?"

Hedis's voice suddenly broke the silence.

“She’s not my mother!” Kuro retorted instinctively. “If we’re talking about family, would my master be considered family?”

Although, I'd rather develop a different kind of relationship with my master than with my family...

Kuro hugged his knees and looked at Hedis.

Hedis pursed his lips and didn't reply. His face was pale and bloodless.

Speaking of which...

William even sent the Empire's chief black magician to capture Michael alive this time...

Elise Nek, the chief black magician of the Lyon Empire, is Kuro's biological mother.

Whether it was Mikael who caused the empire's complete annihilation, or the empire that captured Mikael alive.

For Kuro, it would mean losing a loved one.

Although Kuro kept saying he didn't have a mother, the truth was still there in his blood.

Hedis could not imagine how Kuro would cry when he found out the result.

Hedis's gaze lingered on the thin, cat-eared girl.

Kuro met his gaze, quickly stood up, and touched Hedis's forehead again.

"Are you alright... Hedis?" Hedis's forehead was burning hot, and Kuro's face was full of worry. "Should we retreat first... We don't need to worry about Master at all, or..."

"How long will it take before he kills the Eight-Spear Monster?"

Hedis felt a lump in his throat and quickly turned his head away.

Are you not human...?

When did he become a treacherous and despicable person? He became the kind of person even he himself despises.

"I'm sorry... Kuro." Hedis said through gritted teeth, gripping his shoulder.

"Huh?" Kuro tilted his head in confusion. "Shouldn't you say 'thank you' at this time, thank you for taking care of me?"

Kuro, hands on his hips, laughed and said, "Don't let my appearance fool you, I used to bandage my father's wounds all the time. Don't worry, Hedis, your wound is deep, but it didn't cut the major artery. The bleeding has stopped, and you'll be fine after these few days of high fever."

"Feel sorry……"

Hedis kept his head down, the cold making him curl up.

A hand gently rested on Hedis's back. Xi Lili crouched down, smiling as she looked at him.

"Don't apologize now, Hedis~" Yuri's eyes curved into crescents, her blue pupils filled with an indescribable smile. "If you want to sleep, then have a good sleep~"

Hedis knew what Xi Lili was reminding him of. He wiped his eyes and nodded.

"Ah," Kuro exclaimed in surprise when Yuri approached. She instinctively stepped back two paces. She noticed Hedis wiping his eye.

"Hedis actually cried!" Kuro exclaimed. "You're a grown man! Your master will laugh at you if he finds out!"

Kuro chuckled and squatted down, curiously bringing his face closer: "It's just an injury! What man doesn't bleed? Master will heal you when he gets back!"

"Yesterday afternoon, during the few hours you accompanied Xi Lili to the medical room, my mentor secretly told me that after everyone graduates, he will lead a high-level medical team to Hedis's house to cure Hedis's mother's illness!"

As he spoke, Kuro couldn't help but glance at Yuri twice.

Despite feeling chills and having a high fever, Yuri was actually encouraging Hedis to fall asleep. If Hedis actually fell asleep, he might not be able to wake up.

This doubt only flashed through Kuro's mind briefly. She subconsciously assumed that Yuri lacked common sense, and being a sub-elf, she didn't understand human constitutions. Therefore, she had given the wrong guidance.

To keep Hedis from falling asleep, Kuro crouched down and kept talking to her. He even went so far as to reveal his little secrets about his master.

"Moreover, Master's family has a lot of high-level magical equipment, such as armor and swords. He will bring several sets for Heddes to choose from!"

"My master also knows many merchants. He said that transferring tens of thousands of gold coins would be no problem at all, allowing the Christian family to live a true royal life!"

"And, and..."

"Stop talking...Kuro..."

Hedis looked up, his face covered in tears.

"Huh? Okay, okay." Kuro thought she was being too loud and bothering Hedis. She lowered her voice and said again.

"Then I won't say anything... But Hedis, don't fall asleep..."

"Once you fall asleep, you can't wake up..."

"If he doesn't wake up... Master will be sad..."

……

Hedis clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his flesh.

148 Emperors

Countless green arrows pierced the ground, resembling a glowing patch of green grass in the darkness.

This kind of magic, which is extremely destructive, is even more effective when used by a demon king.

A moment later, the arrow disappeared.

The smell of blood was so strong it was pungent.

Thousands of corpses lay at Mikayi's feet.

Those who survived the hail of bullets lay on the ground, their eyes wide with terror.

"Monster...monster..."

A magician who had lost both legs struggled to move forward, trying to reach the magic staff that was not far from him.

"Monster...a monster..."

The scene he had just witnessed had driven him somewhat mad, and he kept muttering to himself. It took almost all his strength to move his body forward even a tiny bit.

However, just as he was about to touch the magic wand, a muddy boot stepped on the back of his hand.

"what----"

Actually, that kick didn't hurt that much; it was just that the magician looked up and saw the monster's eyes.

Those scarlet eyes seemed to be a gaze from hell.

The magician screamed as his body was lifted up by an invisible wind and suspended in the air.

The view from mid-air allowed him to see the situation clearly.

Tall trees were cut down; the grass and bushes were in a mess; most importantly, the crowd that had just been shouting and charging forward was torn to pieces like tofu.

Those who were unlucky had their heads cut into several pieces, with brain matter mixed with blood spilling out.

In the very center of this forest, a terrifying wind magic had leveled the land.

"Aaaaaah... Monster!!"

Mikayi's eyes were very noticeable in the darkness. He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and asked:

"is it beautiful?"

The magician who had lost both legs was forced to turn his head by an invisible force, and was compelled to look at the magnificent scene of blood flowing like a river at his feet.

The stench of blood, mingled with the warmth of the corpse, filled my nostrils. The severed artery was still oozing blood; the muscles, deprived of nerve connections, convulsed and spasmed; spinal cord and brain matter spilled all over the ground.

Such a visual shock caused a spasm in my stomach.

The magician vomited.

"Tsk tsk, what a pity, you can't appreciate it."

Mikayi had originally intended to share the beautiful scenery with this survivor amidst the gunfire, but to his surprise, the survivor had absolutely nothing in common with him. Mikayi felt a pang of regret.

An invisible force dissipated, and the mage, losing his strength, fell face-first onto his own vomit. Before he could even vomit a second time, a blade of wind ended his life.

Mikayi withdrew his magic, and the surroundings returned to deathly silence.

A cold wind swept by, carrying away the stench of blood.

"Slap, slap, slap."

Behind me, someone was clapping.

Mikayi had sensed that person's presence long ago, and judging from the magic power emanating from that person, their strength far surpassed that of those magicians.

Mikael turned slightly to the side and smiled at the man, saying, "I hope you can make my time even more enjoyable, King of Lyon."

"Wow, this is really unexpected... to be able to unleash such a large-scale magic spell, it certainly has the strength to make me personally intervene."

At William Lyon's feet lay thousands of corpses. William ignored the carcasses and walked step by step toward Micah.

"Could you tell me the level of the magic just now, Mr. Mikael?"

Emperor William responded with a smile, a faint golden glow emanating from him, seemingly due to the presence of some kind of special jewelry.

"It's ultimate magic, Your Majesty."

"Oh, I see."

In William's hand was a long staff.

The long staff was inlaid with colorful gemstones of various sizes, and its overall shape resembled the crown on William's head.

“Before I make my move, I’d like to confirm whether Mr. Mikayi is interested in joining the Lyon Empire. I will offer you a position and status that will satisfy you,” William said with a smile.