People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

But this is strange, isn't it? Could it be that I have the same abilities as Butcher Hu, and can wake up someone with hysteria with a slap?

So what kind of [Demon-Specific] Noble Phantasm is this? And is the True Name Release incantation "You beast! What have you been hit by?!"

You can grow grass however you want.

But now is clearly not the time to worry about that. It's good that Christensen has regained consciousness, but the most urgent thing is that there is still such a large group of... [contaminated people] in the room.

Moreover, there is another major source of infection...

Ernst's gaze fell to the far end of the room, to the passage leading to the Tower of Babel.

"Such a strong smell, ugh, we're in trouble!"

Typhon covered his nose. Kal'tsit's brow hadn't relaxed since earlier, and mon3tr had appeared behind him at some point. As for Ernst, Ernst gritted his teeth.

Damn you, you dare touch my heating source!

Chapter 327 You beast, what have you been poisoned by?

"General, take this side path. I'll help you shake off your pursuers!"

"General, why are we being exiled? We have done nothing wrong. It is Gedu who is too lenient. We should not have bowed down to the invaders."

"General, we're at Shelag ahead."

Sherag? That name sounds familiar. Where have I heard it before?

Images flashed through the Flame Demon's memory: airships flying in the sky, towers leading to the dome, the two children, one with gold hair and the other with silver hair... no, they should be the two descendants of the ancestors, one with golden hair and the other with silver hair.

These images felt familiar to him, but just as he was about to ponder them, a voice that sounded completely foreign to him opened its mouth:

[Safar, what are you thinking about on the battlefield?]

What is this Sherag, what are these descendants of our ancestors, what are these responsibilities and missions?

You are a Sarkaz. On this land, there is only Kazdel, no other city. All the descendants of our ancestors are your enemies; they destroyed our homeland. If you have any responsibility or mission, it is only this—revenge! With your flames, set them ablaze and burn them all to ashes!

The towering Balrog was his general, the commander of his personal guard, the royal guard of the great Demon King Balsa, or rather, the former Demon King...

But why does his voice sound so unfamiliar?

So unfamiliar, it seemed Safar had almost forgotten him.

“No, I shouldn’t be here. General, I’m… I’m representing Tikkaz… conquering—”

Safar covered his head, suddenly realizing that he already had a body.

Molten metal dripped from his body, and flames roared on his armor. Tall, robust, and brimming with savage energy, his body, once his, now held a vibrant life force.

"I am representing Tikkaz, conquering the skies."

He suddenly spoke, causing General Sarkaz in front of him to pause in surprise for a moment.

Safar looked up at him and repeated:

"General, I am here to conquer the skies on behalf of Tikkaz. I should not be here."

The Sarkaz warrior known as the "General" stared at him, his expression obscured by the rolling waves of flames. It was impossible to discern his thoughts.

Safar, we are on the run. We are exiles, we can conquer nothing.

"General, are you trying to stop me?"

[Safar, accept it, Sarkaz is our current name.]

"General, are you questioning Tikkaz?"

[Safar, don't be so stubborn! The pursuers are close behind. If we don't leave now, the Punishment Clan won't just be exiled. Quiron will wipe us out!]

We must also protect our Demon King; we cannot allow his body to fall into the hands of that traitor...

As if to confirm that the General's words were true, Safar soon heard a commotion not far behind him.

That was the deafening roar of battle cries; Quiron's troops had caught up. And perhaps it wasn't just Quiron's troops.

But at this moment, what appeared in Safar's mind was not the sound of battle, but that forgotten history and a sigh that had been forgotten by history.

【The Fortress Builder】Gado, the Son of Earth and Stone (Stonewing Demon), established the Second Kazdel and became the Demon King, yet he adopted a gentle policy towards the gods, overlords, and ancestors. He thwarted the ambitions of the Balsa, the Balsa clan of the Punishment, who sought to reclaim their land through war, and this ambition ultimately came to pass upon Gado himself in a sudden event.

He was stripped of his arms and drowned in his own palace. As Balsa killed Godu, the Black Crown was replaced at that moment. The newborn Balrog, calling himself the Sunbringer, rallied the demons. His wrath burned the weak Kazdel and led all the Sarkaz clans, yearning for revenge, on a path of counterattack.

He succeeded. Under the authority of the Demon King, even the overlords of the gods and their armies were no match for him. Fewer and fewer people called him the "Burning Flame Traitor," while more and more Sarkaz clans accepted the leadership of the "Sunbinder." Except for Quiron.

The three demon kings of the unified era, namely the City Builder, the Sunbringer, and the Azure Wrath, were once friends. However, the Sunbringer killed the City Builder, so the Azure Wrath killed the Sunbringer.

The half-blooded king, crowned with the head of his former friend, did nothing more than abandon Barza's policy of eradicating all threat. He led the Sarkaz clan, who had followed Barza in his revenge against the gods, away from the First Kazdel, which was now a graveyard of Originium crystals, and back to the Second Kazdel, the "Gray City," built by the "City Builder" Godu, even though it too had been reduced to scorched ruins by Barza's flames.

According to existing Sarkaz legends and oral "history," the Ranger King Quiron did not have a peaceful end. The Western gods who had been swept away by Barthar returned, and he chose the opposite path from Barthar, leading the Sarkaz people who were willing to follow him to migrate eastward.

There are no further historical records, only legends. He himself was killed by pursuers on the way, and the scattered Sarkaz clan eventually formed the Anasa clan in what is now Yan Kingdom and the Ghost Clan in the Eastern Kingdom.

Of course, this was something that Safar, who had already died in battle before this, could not have known.

All he could recall was Barthar's last long sigh during the final battle between Barthar and Quiron, between the Sunbringer and the Blue Fury.

"If I die, Tikkaz will perish!"

Has Tikkaz died? If so, in fact, after Quiron's death, many of the successors to the Demon Lord were followers of Balsa, attempting to launch a war of revenge against the Kingdom of Gods.

Having endured three bloody wars—the War of the Gods, the Rebellion of the Punished Clan, and the War of Quiron's Revenge—and a major schism—Quiron's eastward migration leading to the division of the clans—the Sarkaz were indeed no longer capable of dealing with the army of the Gods.

But this is not something Safar needs to consider, because he is the purest member of the Exile clan.

"General, no, you are not a general."

"The Molten Ones did not surrender to the pursuers even at the last moment. Our Punishment Clan did not abandon the identity of the Tikkaz even at the last moment. Questioning this is your biggest mistake."

"I don't care who you are, you're underestimating me to some extent."

Safar's body burst into flames, and he reached for his waist, whereupon two flaming longswords appeared in his hands. The exhilarating heat was incomparable to that of Rhine Lab when it had just been resurrected.

Do you know how long I've been dead?

"Eight thousand years!"

"For eight thousand years, my soul has been intertwined with the eternal thoughts of the dead! Experiencing the endless torment of the Sarkaz! How many souls do you think have tried to assimilate with me? How do you think I have managed to stand out from the hundreds of millions of dead souls and remain undying?"

"will!"

Do you think your few minutes of seduction can compare to my thousands of years of suffering?

Safar curled his lip in disdain and spat out a spark.

He grinned, his breath seemingly brimming with fighting spirit and heat.

"If that Waifan woman were to appear before me right now, I would make her experience what the Flame Demon's Fire truly is!"

As if to satisfy him, the next second, the rolling heat wave on the [General's] head suddenly dissipated, revealing a somewhat familiar face.

If it weren't for the striking, menacing horns of the fire demon, that face would at least bear an 80% resemblance to Saria!

The general said, "You've pointed your sword at me? You want to rebel?"

"Rebellious?"

Safar laughed until flames roared all over his body.

"You imposter, aren't you a little too stupid!"

“This is not rebellion. Our only king, Barsa the Sunbinder, once said that our actions are glorious, righteous, and undeniably a purge of corrupt officials!”

"You treacherous scoundrel by my king's side, you monster who disguised yourself as a blasphemer of the Blademaster, you cowardly coward who hides his head and tail, take my sword!"

"Snapped!"

As the twin swords slashed down, the General raised his hand in front of the Flame Demon and summoned an ice shield, deflecting the twin swords back.

Safari's fighting spirit intensified, and he roared, "Well, you treacherous villain! As a fire demon, you use ice! Repent now!"

As he roared, flames blazed in his hands. At this moment, he seemed to have returned to those days, when he followed the true [Melting Warrior] general, escorting the corpse of the Demon King Balsa, fighting against the pursuing Quiron's troops, the Sarkaz clan dissatisfied with the Punishment Clan and Balsa's betrayal of Godu, and the gods' people yearning for revenge. They fought for three days and three nights in the wilderness, until the earth turned into lava, the mountains into walls of fire, the bones charred, the blood evaporated, and the blood mist turned into blood rain!

That was his peak!

"middle!"

With a single sword strike, the ice shield remained completely still.

"middle!"

Another sword strike landed, but the ice shield remained completely undamaged.

"OK! OK! OK! OK! OK!"

The flames, like sharp fire snakes, swiftly pierced out, slashed out, and then retracted, one after another, their fierce attacks like a wild dance!

But the ice shield alone seemed to have existed since time immemorial; the flames that burned the air could not even make a ripple in front of it.

Safar was furious. Even in his last battle against those water-controlling sorcerers, he had never felt so frustrated.

What is this mutated monster? My attacks can't even break through her shield.

It's unbelievable, especially since she has a face that looks a bit like that of the Waifan woman!

As if some sore spot had been touched, Safar's expression twisted, and flames seemed to burst from his eyes. If looks could kill... no, Safar couldn't even get past the ice shield to see that face.

On the verge of being breached, Safar finally lost his temper. He took a step back, gathered all the flames in his body, and roared as if he were about to unleash everything he had:

"Damn it, this can't be! Hit it!"

With this roar, a pillar of fire spewed from his mouth, shooting straight at the ice shield!

But the next second, time seemed to stand still.

"If you keep hitting like this, this entire lab will melt down."

"The experiment has already caused enough trouble. Whether it's to prevent more people from finding out about it or to reduce the impact of what needs to be dealt with, we can't let you make things worse."

"Also, what were you doing, getting hit by what?"

"Click——"

A crisp, clear sound like ice crystals.

Safar's expression instantly shifted from surprise to bewilderment, and then to fear.

The sound wasn't that his flames had finally destroyed the ice shield, but rather that the ice shield had pierced out icicles, which were freezing along the trail of his [flames].

How can flames be frozen? That doesn't make sense!

Yes, that's obviously unreasonable. But right now, here, there are at least two big shots who are good at playing with ice?

Although Yeragand's Ice Shield is purely based on power, it's a behemoth after all, and its stats are what they are. No matter how powerful your dual-wielding Heavenly Flying Immortal Star Burst Slash is, you'll still manage to slash out sparks, but I, Yeragand, can kill it instantly with a QA.

As for Sami, who is on the front line against evil, and who wields the rule of [Freeze], how many [Collapsed Bodies] has he frozen?

A cold wind sweeps across, freezing everything, let alone the mere fire of the Flame Demon.

Not to mention, this isn't even your true peak. The past is the past, the present is the present. Daydreaming and having illusions won't improve your strength. A virtual peak, winning a championship in a dream—that's illogical.

Before Safar could react, the "Silver Boy" of the "Golden Boy" had already appeared beside him in the next second.

His entire body was frozen solid, so theoretically Safar couldn't even move his eyes. If his true form weren't just a tiny fragment, he probably wouldn't even be able to cast a glance at Ernst.

But at that moment, he desperately wished he couldn't look away.

Because he saw that the somewhat familiar person raised his hand towards him.

"Do we really want to do this?" Ernst asked hesitantly.

Typhon nodded:

"I never expected that my grandfather's spirit would still be here. Since He is here, let's give it a try. He will protect you!"

Kal'tsit nodded: "It's worth a try. If it fails, we can make other plans."

Typhon affirmed Kal'tsit's statement, but then thoughtfully added, "However, on the other hand, if it's a collapsing entity, the only option is to simply destroy it, right?"

Christen stepped forward. Having just recovered, her face was still pale as she stood on the ground, but she showed no sign of backing down. Instead, she directly requested:

"No, no, it would be too wasteful to just eliminate him. Can you find a way to keep him for my research?"

"Regardless, this is firsthand intelligence obtained from outside the isolation layer. If we don't get any results..."

"Don't even think about it! Collapsed bodies can't be used!" Typhon immediately refused. "These things are too dangerous! Why can't you Colombians understand? Don't think that just because you got lucky this time, you'll have the same luck next time. What if something goes wrong? Who will be responsible?"