Chapter 191: The Demon King's High-Ranking Officials
At this moment, General Rivale's voice broke the silence, carrying a hint of imperceptible playfulness: "Schlacht, you promised back then that we could use El Light's power, but now it seems you can only mobilize a small portion of its excess power."
Schlacht slowly turned around, his usually calm face now showing obvious anxiety.
He glanced at Rivale, his gaze sweeping over the three silent Seven Sages of Destruction, finally resting on El Light, and shook his head: "Rivale, it's just a small problem."
He pointed to El Light: "I didn't expect that God-Slayer Kurtz would add such complicated restrictions to El Light back then."
"Although we did manage to corrupt its core and gain control over it, we can only utilize the superficial energy fragments that dissipate from the corruption, just as Grausum did in the end. It's true, deeper power can still not be called upon."
"Of course I know that," Rivale said impatiently.
As early as when Schlacht brought back this Holy Sword, he couldn't wait to try using it. The first time he held it, he almost couldn't hold it steady. Only after Schlacht reminded him to inject magic power into it to reduce El Light's weight could he use it freely.
However, this Holy Sword did not grant him the powerful strength he had anticipated; in his hands, it was merely a relatively sturdy longsword. It was only after Schlacht's explanation that he understood there was a deeper restriction within El Light.
Schlacht continued: "This is a type of sealing magic I've never seen before. It firmly locks away the power of faith accumulated over thousands of years within, and I currently have no method to break it."
Böse of the Immortal slammed the table heavily, his voice impatient: "Schlacht, you expended so many resources, even sacrificed Grausum, and even used the Fragment of God bestowed by His Majesty the Demon King, just to get this ornament?"
His words were filled with undisguised doubt and icy sarcasm. Schlacht's face instantly darkened a few shades, but he suppressed his anger and said in a deep voice: "Böse, this is absolutely not an ornament. Even if it's just the power overflowing from the surface, its power is not to be underestimated."
"In the future I foresaw, Grausum, relying on these powers, could even temporarily repel Serie, which is enough to prove its value! Regarding the core's seal, I need time to break it."
"Time?" Macht stroked a golden ring on his hand.
As someone whose innate magic was golden magic, he could turn anything into gold; even living creatures were no exception. His tone carried a hint of playfulness: "Schlacht, His Majesty won't give us unlimited time. While you're busy breaking your pretty toy, our plans here haven't stalled."
He looked at Rivale, "Rivale, how are things on your end? Is the extermination of the Elf race progressing smoothly?"
In response to Macht's question, Rivale smiled: "Very smoothly, no need to worry! Under Bazalte's leadership, the operation against the Elf race is proceeding in an orderly manner. So far, we have eliminated seventeen Elf villages scattered across the world, leaving no survivors or traceable magical traces. The Elf Kingdom over there won't be able to discover that it was us."
At the mention of Bazalte's name, Finn the Dead, one of the Seven Sages of Destruction who had been silent, slightly raised his head. "Then where are the Elf corpses I requested?"
Finn, who was most proficient in necromancy, possessed a special magic that could turn corpses into undead. "None. Do you want incomplete ones? Those Elves resisted quite fiercely; it's hard to get intact ones."
"Hmph!" Finn was somewhat angry.
He had explicitly told that guy Bazalte to try and leave him complete corpses, but that guy still ignored him. Such incomplete corpses were useless for nothing but as material for fusion beasts.
On the other side, Schlacht's eyebrow subtly twitched when he heard that number.
Twenty years ago, the Demon King issued the order for action against the Elf race.
Now Rivale and his team had already eliminated seventeen Elf villages; this efficiency was quite acceptable. After all, to prevent the Elf Kingdom from noticing any anomalies, their actions had always been very cautious.
Rivale and Macht's plan was simple: first, eliminate the Elf villages of the Elf race scattered across the world. Once the Elf Kingdom was the only isolated city left in the entire world, they could launch a full-scale attack.
And the prerequisite for all of this was that Schlacht's plan had to succeed, and they had to have a way to deal with Serie.
Now, hearing that his colleagues' plans were progressing smoothly, Schlacht felt very little joy in his heart; instead, a hint of hidden worry arose.
Could such a large-scale operation against the Elves truly remain hidden from Serie and the Elf Kingdom indefinitely?
Not to mention that damned human swordsman was still alive. Although he didn't know how he had survived these two hundred years, that guy was still alive!
Serie alone was already tricky enough; now with another human, Schlacht felt his head was going to explode. And his colleagues were completely unaware of his worries, still celebrating the smooth progress of the plan.
"Excellent!" Macht clapped his hands: "Bazalte did an excellent job."
"Letting those Elves bleed out unknowingly and lose their foundation, that's a truly perfect plan, much better than wasting time on something that can't be opened." He pointedly glanced at Schlacht.
Böse, however, did not join in the mockery, only stating: "Schlacht, you must speed up no matter what; the power of the Holy Sword is essential."
Finn lowered his head again; he was only interested in corpses, and nothing else piqued his interest.
Schlacht took a deep breath, suppressed the irritation in his heart, and once again turned his gaze to the projection of El Light before him. "I will speed up the progress," he said in a deep voice.
A hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, "But you must be careful of that human man beside Serie. His strength is terrifying, especially with the saint authority sword Athos in his hand. Try to avoid direct conflict with him."
Rivale snorted dismissively, "Schlacht, just because you're not good at fighting doesn't mean we aren't. I'd like to see how strong that man who cut off your chair leg really is."
Rivale was the strongest warrior of the Demon Race. If he hadn't only been interested in strong opponents and not in management, he would undoubtedly have had a place among the Seven Sages of Destruction.
"Rivale, don't be careless. Tell Bazalte to stop the plan for now. Before the Holy Sword's seal is broken, temporarily do not touch the villages near the Elf Kingdom, so as not to alert Serie."
Although he was somewhat displeased with Schlacht's overly cautious attitude, Rivale still nodded: "Understood, I will convey it."
In his opinion, Bazalte was always very careful when choosing targets, so Schlacht's warning was utterly unnecessary. Schlacht no longer paid attention to the others, turning back to fully concentrate on breaking El Light's seal.
Breaking this seal and mastering the power within was not only about the success or failure of the mission but also about whether he could truly grasp the ultimate secret of the Fragment of God.
He absolutely could not allow failure.
However, neither the three Seven Sages of Destruction present, nor Rivale, the strongest warrior of the Demon Race, nor Schlacht had ever noticed.
Or rather, they simply couldn't notice that, directly above them, two figures had already arrived long ago.
Kurtz and Serie's visit had already begun their countdown.
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