Chapter 817 Barging In



Fein sat alone in the living room, munching on popcorn while watching a movie. The room was dimly lit, with only the glow of the TV casting shadows on the walls. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows, causing Fein to jump in surprise. It was his shadow lord, the chimera ant.

Fein looked up at the chimera ant with a curious expression. "How is it this time?" he asked.

The chimera ant tilted his head slightly, his expression unreadable. "The situation in the Milea Kingdom is good, but it seems the battle has finally been won," he replied.

Fein nodded slowly, taking another handful of popcorn. "And who emerged victorious?"

"The King's army was ultimately successful, the Clover Kingdom sent three strong A-rank as reinforcement that turned the tables" the chimera ant answered.

Fein smiled to himself, glad to hear that the kingdom was safe once again. "That's good news. So, what brings you here?"

The chimera ant hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Master, I have finally located the hiding place of the mastermind behind the demon troops," he said.

Fein's eyes widened in surprise. "Really? Where are they hiding? and how strong they are?"

"In an inconspicuous dark cave," the chimera ant replied. "And they are just three demon lord."

"No wonder... Three demon lords which were only equivalent to three A-ranks. That's why they didn't personally invaded the Milea. If they are S-rank or Satans... they won't bother to use tricks and strategies." Fein stood up, setting his popcorn aside. "Well then, we can't waste any time. Let's go," he said, determination in his voice.

The chimera ant nodded, Fein summoned a blue portal with a flick of his finger tips, the chimera ant followed closely behind, As they walked down, Fein couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. He can finally find a way to travel to Abyss!

Finally, they arrived at the cave, and Fein peered inside, taking in the darkness and the musty smell. "Alright, let's do this," he said, stepping forward and conditioned his body. In this battle, he doesn't need to use his powers to deal with miscellaenous fish.

Inside the dark, foreboding cave, Berthold, Raveus, and Germund, the sinister puppeteers of the demon army, huddled together, their voices laced with a casual air of malevolence. The flickering torchlight cast eerie shadows on their faces, emphasizing their wicked grins and calculating gazes.

"Once General Qin Mo and those three A-rank reinforcements take their leave, the Milea Kingdom is as good as ours," Berthold said, a sly smirk curling his lips. "Why are they leaving? They thought they have already won? What a bunch of fool! Kekeke!"

Raveus leaned against a jagged stalagmite, his arms folded across his chest. "No doubt about it. Without them, it's like a pig ripe for the slaughter," he sneered, relishing the thought.

Germund paced restlessly, his eyes ablaze with ruthless determination. "We strike when they least expect it. They won't know what hit 'em," he declared, a cruel edge to his voice.

Their conversation brimmed with an informal confidence, their bodies exuding an aura of dominance and superiority. The dimly lit cave magnified their wicked intentions, shrouding their twisted minds in darkness.

Berthold leaned in, his hands gripping a rough-hewn boulder. "We gotta make sure our forces are ready, every last detail ironed out," he mused, his tone suggesting both caution and excitement. "Can't afford any slip-ups."

Raveus nodded, a glimmer of sadistic delight dancing in his eyes. "Oh, we'll crush 'em, alright. Their spirits, their hopes, everything," he chuckled, relishing the impending chaos.

Germund ceased his restless pacing, his face contorted into a maniacal grin. "When the Milea Kingdom crumbles, we'll revel in the chaos we've unleashed," he growled, his voice dripping with triumphant anticipation.

The trio shared a wicked moment of understanding, their eyes locked in a silent pact of destruction. Shadows seemed to deepen around them, absorbing their malevolent energy, as if the cave itself reveled in their nefarious plot.

As the conversation between Berthold, Raveus, and Germund reached its peak of malevolence, the dark cave seemed to shudder with anticipation. Suddenly, in a swirl of shadows, Fein materialized before the startled demons, his demeanor exuding an air of aloof superiority. The chimera ant knelt obediently by his side, its presence adding to the sense of foreboding.

Fein's eyes, cold and piercing, swept over the trio of demons with a disdainful gaze. With his hands nonchalantly tucked behind his back, he regarded them with an air of condescension.

"Think you can do whatever the hell you want in the human realm, do you?" Fein's voice dripped with mockery, his tone laced with a sharp edge of derision.

Berthold's face contorted in anger as he mustered a response. "Who the fuck do you think you are, barging in here and interrupting our fucking conversation?" he spat, his voice seething with venom.

Fein's lips curled into a disdainful smirk, relishing the evident discomfort of his adversaries. He took a deliberate step forward, his every movement calculated to unnerve the demons. "Fein's the name, in case you give a shit. And as for authority, well, let's just say I hold the fucking reins of fate," he retorted, his voice laced with a mix of arrogance and sadistic pleasure.

Raveus, his face twisted in anger, couldn't contain his frustration. "You think you're so fucking powerful? We've got the entire demon army at our command!" he sneered, desperately trying to regain control of the situation.

Fein's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing through Raveus like a blade. "The demon army, huh? Just a bunch of mindless pawns, dancing to your whims. It's pathetic, really," he shot back, his voice dripping with scorn.

Germund, a mix of fear and bravado in his voice, dared to challenge Fein. "You think you can waltz in here and challenge us? You're fucking delusional!" he bellowed, his voice shaking with a mixture of defiance and trepidation.

Fein's face remained impassive, his eyes burning with a cruel amusement. "Delusional? No, my dear Germund. It's you who underestimate the true extent of my power," he retorted, his voice laced with a dark, menacing undertone.

The cave seemed to reverberate with tension, the atmosphere thick with the clash of egos and the looming threat of violence. Shadows flickered and danced on the cave walls, mirroring the volatile energy that crackled in the air.

Fein, his presence radiating a malevolence that sent shivers down their spines, stood firm in the face of the demons' futile defiance. The chimera ant, a silent witness to the impending clash, remained obediently at his master's side, a testament to their unbreakable bond.

Within the depths of that dark, foreboding cave, a battle of wills unfolded. Fein's audacious intrusion had set the stage for a confrontation