Chapter 252

Chapter 252

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Ah, what are the demons up to?

Geralds question was indeed the same question on the minds of the allied forces fighting on the front lines.

It had been several months since the great victory in Sector 1.

Until the purification of Sector 1 was complete and the temporary base was fully established, the allied forces had not experienced any major battles.

Just small-scale local skirmishes.

Because of this, conversations like these were not uncommon in the allied forces barracks.

What are these guys up to, anyway?

I thought theyd come back for another round, why the hesitation? Its making me more uneasy.

Hmm, maybe they dont have the demonic energy to recover?

After all, weve suffered significant losses during this time.

If were lucky, we might be able to push forward faster.

Well could they be plotting something strange again?

Well, I guess the Hero will take care of the West.

Amidst the quietened Sector, the allied soldiers speculated variously, gazing at the stillness that was eerily reminiscent of the calm before a storm.

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Tap-

Tap-

A faint sound echoed repeatedly within the thick black fog.

The sound of an old staff lightly tapping the ground.Thi/s chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.co/m

Huuh.

The wrinkles on the elderly mans face were so pronounced that he resembled a newborn baby, as he paused and glanced around.

It was an incredibly strange space.

First of all, the distinction between land and sky was ambiguous.

Every surface was constantly moving and deforming.

The sky darkened like ink, then flashed with a reddish hue like blood.

The ground cracked like glass, and the terrain shifted suddenly, turning plains into deep gorges or mountain ranges.

The sound, too, was chaos itself.

Countless whispers, screams, moans dissonance.

In the black fog that filled every direction, shadows with indiscernible shapes surged.

It was a jumble of chaos akin to a nightmare.

The elderly man standing amidst it all was truly precarious, seemingly on the verge of collapse at any moment.

But then something strange happened.

Tss tss tss tss-

The amorphous shadows emitting a chilling aura began to flee into the distance as if fearing the old man.

Yet the old man didnt even spare them a fleeting glance.

He simply found the right direction and prostrated himself on the ground.

As soon as the old man and his staff touched the ground.

Whoosh-

All the changes in space came to a halt.

The swirling black fog dispersed, swirling up into the sky.

What lay revealed was a ruin.

Hmmm-

Above the once glorious splendor of human civilization, towering structures rose defiantly against the sky.

Like a devout believer meeting a god, the old man humbly bowed his head to the looming structures.

Soft whispers followed.

Your Majesty.

So it was.

This was Sector 50.

The place where the first stake was driven, the origin of all the misfortunes of this era.

Swoosh-

As Theo, who had been prostrating himself for a while, rose to his feet, four more shadows approached and greeted him.

He looked at them playfully, his toothless mouth muttering in jest.

Tsk, these young ones nowadays. They should arrive early before the council starts.

Today was the day for the assembly of the seven archdemons, the commanders of the demon army.

Five of them gathered, excluding Malekia and Yol, who were injured in the last battle.

Except for Theo, they were all young demons who had recently risen to the rank of commander, and despite Theos teasing reprimands, they stiffened their bodies in response.

But it wasnt Theos long-standing presence as a demon that they feared.

Theos terror lay in his abilities.

Alright then, lets begin.

Clap-

As Theo clapped his hands, the eerie space transformed into a silent conference room.

One chair of honor and four others.

After the other commanders took their seats without expressing any dissatisfaction, they began to address each agenda one by one.

The utilization of human prisoners for demonic energy reserves is

The list of promising young demons

The organization of forces near Zone 1

Meanwhile, Theo watched the diligent commanders with a somber expression.

In truth, these trivial and mundane matters were not his concern.

There was only one reason he had convened this meeting.

The final agenda.

So, about the invasion plan.

Suddenly, the bustling conference room fell silent.

How are the preparations going? Who among you will accompany Yol?

The dull eyes of the old man scanned through the commanders.

Have you decided?

This invasion was extremely dangerous, as it aimed to conquer the most perilous place in the Western Continent.

To the point where even the commanders couldnt guarantee their survival.

Thunk-

-Aaaaargh!

As agonizing screams echoed through the conference room, the commanders trembled.

Even though his head was rolling on the ground, Dismay was screaming and yelling.

It wasnt his body crying out.

Creak-

Dismays soul was trapped and agonizingly wailing on Yols sword.

Crack-

Dismays head slowly shrank.

His flesh melted away, and eventually, only his skull remained, floating and sticking to Yols sword.

Another member was added to the First Division.

No one had spoken until then.

Yol opened his mouth again.

[We will do it.]

There was no dissent.

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Swish-

A mans hand moved busily across the blank paper.

Though it seemed haphazard, the completeness of the sketch was exceptionally good.

Leciel watched in admiration.

Its truly a beautiful place.

Indeed?

Leciel replied with a slightly proud expression.

The past year.

Her affection for Rosenstark had grown much more than Leciel had expected.

Like a second home.

That was how the brilliant painter Dante depicted the academy on canvas, much to Leciels displeasure.

And to think, the guide was none other than me.

Leciel introduced Dante to various places she liked.

The hill where you can see the professors lab.

A variety of classrooms, labs, etc. where extreme classes were held.

Each reaction from Dante made Leciel feel more fulfilled.

Ive only heard about it from the leader, never actually been here I should have come earlier.

Words cant fully express it.

So, you want to capture it in a painting.

Hmm, now that I think about it, there are quite a few paintings depicting Rosenstark.

Well, none of them were done by me.

I believe youll do it justice.

Leciel also enjoyed her time with Dante.

He was the first person she could talk to about art since the Hero.

Moreover, Dante treated Leciel as a respectable painter.

That attitude made Leciel grateful, and she did her best to introduce Dante to various places in Rosenstark.

Rosenstark is not only visually stunning but also holds many mysteries within It feels even more special when you think about all the people who made and maintained this place.

Sharing such sentiments was also enjoyable.

It reminds me of the old days.

Oh?

Not Rosenstark, but I attended an academy. It was an art academy in Zedo

Ah, I see.

Of course, Leciel knew.

She had even thought about visiting it someday if she had the chance.

You attended an art academy? I didnt know

Its not surprising. I didnt finish it.

What? Why?

Leciel stopped talking.

Leciel?

Just a moment.

Glance.

It wasnt a mistaken feeling.

Someone was definitely watching them.

And very skillfully.

So skillful that if Leciel hadnt learned Felsons surveillance technique, she might not have even noticed.

Moreover, now the presence didnt feel hidden like before.

Mmmmm-

Leciel extended her senses without hesitation.

Nothing was caught.

Did they run away because they were found out?

Leciel?

Ah.

Only then did Leciel realize that Dante was standing behind her with a puzzled expression.

Explaining the situation, Dantes expression quickly hardened to a frightening degree.

Could it be the warning from the leader?

Professors warning?

Leciel, from which direction did you sense the presence?

Dante rushed off in the direction Leciel indicated, the very next moment.

You should go back to the dormitory. Thanks for the tour today!

With that, Leciel, left alone, looked bewilderedly at the direction Dante disappeared.

No

You cant fight, can you?

Leciel hurriedly followed after Dante.

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