People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

Under the observation of Hedley and Manfred, two groups of people sent by Theresis to Kjerag, it was clear that Kjerag did not have much discrimination against the Sarkaz and did indeed have potential. However, it was, after all, a normal ancient nation. Among the Sarkaz residing in Kjerag, apart from the special individual Balrog, there were no other individuals of particularly prominent status.

But now, the Cyclops Royal Court has clearly expressed its interest in Kjerag.

This is not normal.

Although Theresis did not believe that the Royal Court represented the opinions of all members of a Sarkaz clan, it was indeed the most influential group within a Sarkaz clan.

Normally, Theresis could ignore one or two individual Sarkaz joining Sherag, but when the entire royal court showed interest in Sherag, Theresis could no longer sit idly by!

Have you confirmed the specific reason?

Manfred nodded: "The Cyclops Court replied that it was because someone in Kjerag was involved in the end times crisis that their clan had been trying to resolve."

"They left Kazdel because of this crisis and migrated to Sami as a whole."

Final Crisis.......?

Therese subconsciously looked up at the sky. Of course, her view was unmistakably blocked by the palace ceiling.

He lowered his head, denying his earlier guess.

It should have nothing to do with "PhD".

The doctor said that, like him, there is only one being who claims to be a god and controls everything.

Hiss—what if he's lying? Who knows what that evil spirit is thinking?

However, he hadn't heard of any particularly outstanding scholars or tactical commanders emerging from Shelag...

There are some famous people, like Ernst. Theresa had seen him in person. Although he was special, he was completely different from the "guy who was about to be crushed by responsibility" that Theresa felt when she met the Doctor. If she had to say, his moral standards were probably a bit too high.

But this can be attributed to his upbringing. The remote mountain village of Shelag, which is both physically and mentally "naive and innocent," can indeed cultivate that kind of personality.

Most importantly, Ernst is a film, the kind that Theresis can sign and stamp. His furry ears and large tail are fundamentally different from the racially devoid face hidden beneath the Doctor's mask.

Tsk, who exactly is the Cyclops looking for? What other notable figures have emerged from Sherag?

The more he thought about it, the more confused he became. Theresis clicked his tongue, waved his hand, and decided to investigate the matter later.

"What about the other royal courts?"

"Uh, the contemporary transcribed copy of the Lich King's Court is not in Letania either."

Manfred looked somewhat embarrassed, then handed the lich's reply to Theresis.

Tracy opened the letter, and the lines of the handwriting traced Fremont's silhouette in the air, emitting his distinctive sound:

"Something came up, I'm off to the World Games, don't mention it!"

Theresis: "........."

Who organized the World Games again?

Manfred, the "Kasimir man," paused for a moment before answering truthfully, "In partnership with Shelag."

Theresis: "........."

He felt like he was evolving into a ticker timer.

The past few months haven't been as speechless as today.

No, the joke about the lich participating in the sports meet is as funny as if the demon king were a foreigner!

Don't you even bother to look up your family tree, go back eighteen generations, can you find a lich who loves sports? Are liches a race that likes sports?

Not to mention that Fremont is also a "copyist," the current head of the royal court. You go to participate in the sports meet, and you're going to fry fish, right?

Sarkaz certainly needs to show off, but he doesn't need to do it this way.

And "Shelag, it's Shelag again."

Theresis really didn't want to deal with such a small snowy country. Compared to countries like Victoria, Ursus, and Letania, Sherag was far less of a priority and threat to him!

These countries all have deep-seated hatred for the Sarkaz. While it's not fair to say that the people of Sherag have no Sarkaz blood on their hands, that history is far too ancient. Besides, Sherag's current attitude towards the Sarkaz is relatively friendly, and the "fate" and "aggression" that the Sarkaz's great revival needs to escape are largely unrelated to Sherag.

Therefore, even knowing that Sherag was gaining momentum recently, Theresis only sent intelligence agents to be stationed there permanently to relay important information. Hadley was doing a decent job, and there was no need to replace him for the time being.

Who knew that Sherag's popularity would grow so much that it even extended to the Sarkaz.

This is no longer an ordinary small country; we must take strong measures!

"Manfred, go quickly and summon the Shapeshifter swarm."

Chapter 404 Cyclops: Heading Towards Slap Hero!

Sammy.

The Cyclops' departure was certainly not without reason. Let's trouble ourselves with the [chronological order] and rewind time to a few days ago.

Typhon's return journey was incredibly arduous. The land of Terra was unsafe, and Typhon, being a busybody, couldn't resist helping out whenever danger arose, which caused her to waste a considerable amount of time on her journey.

So much so that when she returned to Chapat, her foster mother and teacher, Elchi, had already prepared a small boat for a grand river burial for Typhon, though she was the only participant.

There was nothing she could do; after all, she was a lone, one-eyed giant.

Elki was incredibly surprised by Typhon's return, because when she last tried to predict Typhon's fate, all she saw was chaos.

Elki knew very well what that chaos represented.

Kjerag's plan to reach for the stars has failed. The demons have found the key to infiltrate the earth from the Tower of Babel atop the Matterhorn. Once the infiltration begins, it cannot be stopped. All the dignitaries from the various Terran nations gathered in Kjerag for the World's Fair will be affected. Death is not the end, nor is collapse the final outcome. They, along with the entirety of "Kjerag" itself, will be reduced to nothingness, becoming an open doorway.

Then, inevitably losing their decision-making bodies and suffering heavy losses, the nations of Terra will hastily and unpreparedly confront the evil forces. The process may be heroic and tragic, but in the end, it will all be in vain.

War? Perhaps that can't even be called a war. Only when the void engulfs everything and Terra becomes food will fate come to an end.

Given the prophecy foretelling such a fate, Elki certainly wouldn't readily believe it.

After all, from the Cyclops' perspective, failure is commonplace, the fall of a nation is nothing more than a classic soap opera at 8 pm, and even the destruction of the world is just like watching a movie once a month.

But Typhon's prolonged absence still caused her great anxiety.

Although the prophecies were not believed by the Cyclops because they always ended in tragedy, the information revealed in the prophecies was mostly true.

For example, a prophecy says that you will choke to death when you drink water in the morning. A normal person certainly won't choke to death while drinking water, but the fact that you will still drink water in the morning is a real possibility.

This prophecy is equally unsettling.

The message that "the demons will descend from the Tower of Babel atop the Matterhorn" is highly likely true. What happened afterward is unimaginable to Elki.

Can Typhon resolve the trouble there? Will he come back alive? Will he win?

Such doubts lingered in my mind, and as time went by, they were gradually marked with a negative sign.

To be honest, Elki was already prepared to die. If it weren't for the news of the World Games coming from Kazimierz right afterward, she would have already started acting as a doomsday prophet, spreading terrifying prophecies of "the end is nigh!" throughout Sami.

As for venturing into the ice plains to gamble on that vague "hope," she had considered it, but that would have been after the doomsday prophecy was spread.

She had to tell everyone the prophecy so they could die knowing why, otherwise her Cyclops status would be meaningless.

She was planning Typhon's funeral and preparing supplies for her final gamble into the ice plains. She even considered finding a banshee to sing a dirge. But then, as she waited and waited, Typhon actually returned?!

"Distinguishing features: face not dark, no sunken eyes."

"She still has a bit of baby fat, which is cute, but why has she gained a little weight?"

"Behavior, um... there's no sign of turning into an aberrant species, and the body looks perfectly normal."

“Finally, language and recognition skills…” Elki held up one finger in front of Typhon. “Typhon, how many is this?”

Typhon gave a helpless, deadpan look, staring at Elchi's serious expression. Finally, he sighed and answered like he was coaxing a child:

"It's number 1!"

"call--!"

Elkiel finally breathed a long sigh of relief and couldn't help but hug Typhon, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"You're alive! You're not dead, Typhon!"

"Elchi, your words are becoming increasingly unpleasant to hear!"

Typhon couldn't help but complain, but feeling Elchi's slightly trembling body, he still hugged this "mother" comfortingly.

To be honest, she had felt more than once that she and Elki had reversed their roles. Compared to herself, Elki, this Sarkaz who lived alone, seemed more like the one who needed to be taken care of.

Of course, this was just Typhon's occasional grumbling; most of the time, Elki was very reliable. When dealing with outsiders, this Cyclops would reveal a shell as cold as Sami's.

Moreover, Typhon was more concerned about Elki's words than his own petty thoughts:

"Why do you think I'm dead? Did you see something again?"

"Cyclops cannot easily share their visions of the apocalypse with others; this is a rule of the tribe."

Releasing Typhon, Elqi shook his head, appearing to be adhering to his principles.

But even without saying it directly, there are many ways to reveal the information. She immediately changed the subject and raised a question:

"Typhon, didn't you encounter any demons in Kjerag?"

Typhon and she were both aware of the existence of evil, so calling him by his name saved them some trouble.

As soon as Elki said that, Typhon understood.

Elki saw in his vision the demons that had appeared in Kherag.

There was no need to hide it, and Typhon nodded readily: "I saw it."

Elki was stunned.

Although she was the one who asked the question, she still couldn't help but feel overwhelmed after receiving Typhon's answer.

You saw it? The demon really did appear? Then how did you survive?

"Well, it's a long story."

Typhon's gaze lingered for a moment, as if he were considering how to explain the fact in a way that would make it easier for Elki to understand what had happened.

But after much thought, her slightly above-average Sarkaz knowledge wasn't enough to allow her to craft a clear, logically sound, and easily understandable description. In the end, she could only summarize what had happened in the most concise sentences:

"The Star-Picking Project encountered an unexpected problem. The Balrog was contaminated after crossing the isolation layer, and he nearly infected the entire research station after returning to the isolation layer."

"But I, Kelsey, and Ernst arrived in time and resolved the pollution."

Typhon paused, observing Elchi's bewildered expression, and added,

"To be precise, neither Kal'tsit nor I actually did anything."

"Ernst slapped the Flame Demon twice, and he came to his senses."

"........."

After listening, Elki remained silent for a long time, then took several steps back, picked up the staff leaning against the cliff, pointed it at Typhon, and spoke again.

"Typhon, listen to me, let's do it again."

"Characteristics, no problem. Appearance, a little overweight. Behavior, fairly normal. Language, logic, and recognition abilities, Typhon, what number did I show you?"

Elki held up five fingers.

Typhon's lips twitched:

"It's a 5! Also, why do you always emphasize that I've gained a little weight? Where have I gained weight?!"

Elki looked at Typhon, then at his own hands, and then, as if making a very difficult decision, he admitted:

"It seems this pollution is no small matter. I even think my number is 5!"

"nerve!"

Typhon rolled his eyes at Elchi, stepped forward, and said:

“You are Elki, I am Typhon, we are both Sarkaz in Sami, but we are also protected by Mother Amar and Father of the Ancestral Spirits! Last time, because you predicted that you would wet the bed for three consecutive nights, you almost died of thirst because you didn't drink water for three days straight—”

"Cough cough cough! Okay, okay!"

Elkiel, unusually anxious, reached out and covered Typhon's mouth. Only after Typhon looked at her confirmingly did she sigh and release her hand, saying:

"That was because the prophecy was wrong, and in the end, it didn't happen... right?"

"Ahem, getting back to the point, was what you just said true?"

Typhon nodded: "It's true."

"Is the demon real? Or the Fiery Demon real? Or is it real that Ernst slapped the infected person awake?"

Typhon: "It's all true."