Chapter 179: Heading into the Desert of Chaos
Throne Room—The Holy Empire of Elysium
“So, did you do what I told you to do, Jim?”
Velix, lounging on the throne in his gold-colored Imperial robes, leaned back and asked indifferently, addressing Jim, who stood respectfully before him.
Jim smiled slightly at Velix’s question, placing his palms together and bowing his head respectfully. “Everything has been settled, Your Majesty. The ten noble families who were spies for the Demon race have been exterminated without a trace.”
“However, the public may soon notice. After all, the simultaneous eradication of ten noble families is a significant event that cannot be hidden forever.”
Velix smiled faintly, his handsome face revealing an air of indifference as he listened to the words.
“So, what if the public knows? It won’t have any significant impact on the palace,” he said casually, showing no signs of concern.
The Holy Empire of Elysium, one of the world’s oldest powers, had endured for nearly 7,000 years. It embraced an absolute system of governance where all laws and powers, from the lowest to the highest, rested in his hands as the holy emperor.
The existing nobles, regardless of their rank and authority over their territories, were ultimately mere puppets, subject to manipulation or disposal at will.
Thus, he did not care much about the existence of nobles, who could not possibly sway or subvert his rule over the Holy Empire of Elysium.
However, the betrayal of the ten noble families, who conspired with the Demon Race, was entirely unexpected.
He did not foresee that these puppets would dare to betray him by cooperating with the Demon Race behind his back, prompting him to quickly send out extermination missions to all the noble families involved.
Jim nodded in agreement with his statement. However, the extermination of these ten noble families posed a significant challenge, as he now had to swiftly find trustworthy individuals to fill the vacant positions left by their demise.
“By the way, Jim, how are our troops faring? Is everything proceeding smoothly?” Velix inquired, quickly changing the topic of conversation.
“Everything is going well, Your Majesty,” Jim replied before elaborating in detail: “Currently, the troops led by Bow Hero Luna, Spear Hero Valen, Rain, Natasya, and Sword Hero Guren are preparing to head to the Desert of Chaos to confront the Demon Race troops, who are also poised to engage ours.”
“It is estimated that the war will begin within the next few hours, Your Majesty.”
Velix nodded in satisfaction, a cold smile forming on his lips.
He was completely confident of victory in this war, especially with Guren’s ascension as a sword hero last night and the death of his greatest threat, Leon.
His only remaining concern was the mysterious Demon Emperor of this era, yet Velix was less worried than before.
The Demon Emperor had never shown himself, indicating a cowardly and timid nature, too afraid to face the Holy Empire of Elysium. This only bolstered Velix’s confidence further.
‘Perhaps, in my era, the Demon race will finally crumble and submit to the Elysium Holy Empire! Hehehe!’ Velix muttered to himself, his cold smile widening.
After taking a small breath to calm himself, Velix’s expression gradually returned to one of indifference and coldness as he stared at Jim.
“Jim, monitor the progression of the impending war closely as it unfolds. Let me know immediately if anything noteworthy occurs,” Velix ordered in a relaxed tone.
“Of course, Your Majesty,” Jim replied respectfully, his characteristic faint smile returning to his lips.
However, a sudden realization dawned on him, causing his eyes to narrow slightly as he recalled something important he wished to discuss with Velix.
“By the way, Your Majesty,” Jim began cautiously. “Last night, a rather intriguing and mysterious phenomenon occurred. The Sword Hero Guren’s Holy Sword of Zenith suddenly ascended into the sky, emitting a brilliant white light that reached all the way to the capital. Did you witness it?”
Listening intently to Jim’s words, Velix’s expression grew serious as he recalled the event that had captivated the capital last night.
“Yes, I witnessed it too, Jim.” Velix responded in a serious tone before continuing, “Have you investigated the cause behind the Holy Sword of Zenith’s behavior?”
Jim shook his head respectfully. “Your Majesty, I haven’t yet determined the exact cause. However, reports from the border indicate that it wasn’t just Sword Hero Guren’s Holy Sword of Zenith affected; similar phenomena occurred with Bow Hero Luna’s Holy Bow of Celestial Frost and Spear Hero Valen’s Holy Spear of Soaring Dragon.”
He paused, his expression turning unusually serious. “The two weapons hovered above Arthamonth town, casting light across the entire region for tens of kilometers, reminiscent of last night’s events with the Holy Sword Zenith.”
“While I cannot fully comprehend the significance of these occurrences, I suspect they may herald a great event in the future.”
As Jim outlined his findings and suspicions, Velix’s eyes narrowed, his expression shifting from serious to indifferent.
Even though he couldn’t fathom the reason behind these occurrences, there was no trace of fear on his face.
“In that case, let’s continue observing and see what great events unfold in the future. Hopefully, it won’t impact the impending war,” Velix remarked in a casual, nonchalant tone.
Jim gave a slight nod, a faint smile reappearing on his lips as he bowed respectfully towards Velix.
“As you command, Your Majesty.”
…
Meanwhile, in one of the large tents, Luna, Valen, Rain, Natasya, and Guren stood in a circle, intently studying the large map before them.
“So, does everyone understand their respective positions?” Luna asked lightly, glancing at Valen, Rain, Natasya, and Guren, who each nodded in response.
“Good. Now, does anyone have any questions, suggestions, or anything to add?” Luna asked again.
Silence followed until Rain, typically quiet and reserved, raised her hand.
“I have something to say,” Rain remarked in a nonchalant tone.
Luna glanced at her before giving a small nod. “Please, go ahead, Great Mage Rain.”
Observing the map of the Desert of Chaos with narrowed eyes, Rain then shifted her focus back to Luna.
“In the Desert of Chaos, there’s an extremely potent magic field spanning up to eight thousand kilometers. This field renders teleportation magic unusable and diminishes the speed and potency of all levels of magic,” Rain elucidated, stealing another glance at the map. “This could significantly affect the battle, especially our mage troops, making their attacks less effective.”
Absorbing Rain’s explanation, Luna held her chin and fixed her eyes on the map, deep in contemplation.
After a moment, she snapped out of her reverie, shaking her head slightly.
“Don’t worry, Great Mage Rain. While this will indeed affect our attack on the Demon Army, it doesn’t matter. I’ll leave this matter to you,” Luna remarked in a light tone.
“Very well,” Rain replied with a slight nod.
Luna surveyed Natasya, Rain, Valen, and Guren, observing that they were all already in ready positions, causing her expression to gradually shift to one of stern determination.
“In that case, let’s head to the Desert of Chaos!”
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At the border of the Demon race’s territory and the Desert of Chaos, black tents stood in equal numbers to those of the human troops, forming a menacing formation that stretched horizontally, instilling fear in anyone who laid eyes upon it.
Meanwhile, a few hundred meters from the tents, a middle-aged man clad in thin black armor, his face marked with several wrinkles, stood proudly.
His calm gaze was fixed on the Desert of Chaos, as if he were observing something profound.
“They’re prepared, huh?” The middle-aged man murmured, a faint smile playing on his lips.
This middle-aged man is Heidel, the arch-demon and main general assigned to lead the Demon Race in the impending war against humanity.
As an arch-demon, he harbored not fear but a profound sense of honor and excitement upon being appointed by Her Majesty the Demon Emperor as the main general for this war.
“Though my bones have stiffened from years of absence since the last battle alongside His Majesty Emperor Gerald against the human troops led by the three heroes of humanity from the past generation, I sense my long-lost enthusiasm rekindling.” Heidel chuckled softly, shaking his head.
Just then, the abrupt sound of footsteps from behind snapped him out of his reverie.
Glancing over his shoulder, he spotted three figures approaching—two men and a woman—clad in battle armor.
As they drew nearer and halted a few meters away, they each respectfully inclined their heads toward him.
“Greetings, Arch Demon Heidel,” the trio began, their expressions reflecting deference.
Heidel responded with a nod, his gaze sweeping over each of them with an observing eye.
These three were demon generals appointed by Her Majesty the Demon Emperor to assist him in the impending war. While their strengths might not match his own, their remarkable potential left him duly impressed.
Taking a small breath, Heidel directed his gaze toward the man on the left.
Adorned with short black hair and small black horns atop his head, the man boasted immense muscles and a robust physique, surrounded by an imposing aura that would likely instill fear in anyone who beheld him.
He was Garan, the fourth Demon General, renowned with a nickname as ‘the Demon of a Thousand Defenses.’ His extraordinary strength in both physique and defense earned him praise, even from Heidel himself.
“Garan, have you mobilized the troops to prepare for the march onto the battlefield?” Heidel inquired, his tone casual yet authoritative.
“I have everything arranged, Arch Demon Heidel. We await your orders,” Garan replied, his tone tinged with excitement and respect.
Heidel nodded subtly and redirected his attention to the man positioned in the middle.
The man stood with a sturdy build, his handsome face etched with a serious expression.
He was Teran, the third Demon general, renowned as the ‘Man of a Thousand Illusions’ for his mastery of formidable illusion magic abilities.
“Teran, have you finalized the formation?” Heidel inquired.
“Everything is set and completed, Arch Demon Heidel,” Teran responded with firmness and seriousness in his tone.
“Excellent,” Heidel acknowledged, satisfaction evident in his voice, before finally shifting his gaze toward the woman positioned on the right.
The woman exuded extraordinary beauty, her seductive face framed by silver hair cascading down to her shapely buttocks, captivating anyone who beheld her.
She was Lilith, the second Demon general, renowned as one of the strongest mages of the Demon race, earning her the nickname—the Ice Mage.
“Lilith, are the troops carrying the supplies positioned and ready?” Heidel inquired.
“Everything is prepared,” Lilith responded with a slight nod, her gaze serious.
Satisfied with her answer, Heidel nodded subtly before turning his attention back to the Desert of Chaos.
“In that case, let’s head to the battlefield.”
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A/N: Sorry, I can only update a chapter today because I want to take a break for one day __φ(．．;)
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