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Beneath the night sky.
Endless darkness was raging!
The scattering fires of war even reached the army of demon mages led by Flenna!
The moment the Undead sensed the demons, it was as if they had seen some sort of delicacy!
Their assault on the demons was even more frenzied than their attack on the humans!
However, very soon!
Qual understood why this was.
"Your Highness!"
"The demons killed by those monsters have all been resurrected!"
"They... they have followed suit and turned into monsters themselves!"
Qual's voice was laced with terror.
The numerous demons who heard Qual's report trembled all over.
Demons were not without emotion.
At the very least, they revered the strong... and they feared... death.
Even more, they feared!
Turning into those mindless monsters who had completely lost their reason and become nothing but killing machines!
"There is no escaping it."
Flenna looked around; of the nearly ten thousand demons they had started with, only a few hundred remained.
Her heart went cold.
She turned her ice-blue eyes toward the direction of the Imperial Capital.
Finally, she bit her lip hard.
"Turn around, we are continuing to the Imperial Capital!"
There, Yulian was present.
Yulian was there.
"Bang!"
A massive physical impact slammed violently against the palace barrier!
It was the Undead, fearless of death and driven by bloodthirsty impulses, launching an assault with their own bodies!
"Schlacht..."
"So, is your great ambition to turn the Demons into these things?"
The Bloody God of War, Rivale, raised his pale, withered arm.
He gazed quietly at the sky not far outside the Imperial Capital behind him.
At the boundary between heaven and earth!
There stood Schlacht, releasing a weird and eerie power.
He muttered.
The assimilation of the Undead was still continuing.
Compelled by Schlacht's forced orders through the Undead bond.
Rivale had no choice but to continue leading the Undead to frantically attack humans and assimilate other demons...
A significant portion of the Undead had even moved upstream along the Kino Pass Fortress.
They went to ambush the Great Demons who were currently blocking the Allied Forces of the Nations in the Northern Plateau.
An army of nearly a million monsters plus those Great Demons of transcendent strength...
Rivale could hardly imagine the darkness the entire continent would fall into if they were truly assimilated by those Undead...
"My Lord, let me go!"
Linie's clouded eyes carried an uncontrollable excitement.
Linie pointed at Flenna and the others who were flying toward the Imperial Capital.
She licked her pink lips and said.
"Let me go and assimilate Her Highness the Queen, let her join us in this new life together!"
Rivale looked at Linie in this state.
He couldn't help but fall silent.
But soon, he too felt a bloodthirsty impulse welling up in his heart!
Death! Destruction! Ruin!
Only destruction is the beginning of new life!
"Go."
Rivale suppressed the erosion of the Undead aura with all his might.
His eyes bulged.
He stared fixedly into the Imperial Capital.
Toward the direction of those ruins.
He opened his pale lips.
Grinning, he spoke.
"Demon... King... Lord..."
"If you... still don't take action... it will be too late..."
"Can we hold it?"
In the main hall of the palace.
The Emperor, his face pale, watched the darkness outside the barrier and trembled.
"Could it be, this time my Empire is truly going to perish..."
"The demons."
Denken's severed arm had already been bandaged.
At this moment, he was gathered in the main hall along with many high-ranking officials.
His eyes were filled with loathing.
Denken never imagined that the power recorded in history—the power that once brought the entire continent to ruin—would actually be released by the demons!
"Your Majesty, the Magic-Nullifying Crystal cannons have been reloaded."
"The guards have all switched to weapons embedded with Magic-Nullifying Crystal..."
"The Magic Special Forces have also completely regrouped around the main hall."
"Please, Your Majesty, do not worry too much."
Macht bowed deeply toward the Emperor.
"If the palace barrier is breached again..."
"We will surely protect Your Majesty as we retreat through the secret passage..."
"Waiting for Your Majesty to consolidate the nation's power and suppress this turmoil!"
The secret passage!
Yes, the secret passage!
The Emperor's slumped body felt slightly better.
He sat up straight.
He cast a look of trust toward Macht.
He was clearly saying: I'm counting on you, Macht!
"You, are you alright?"
Compared to the conversation between these monarchs and ministers.
Stark was more concerned about Serie, who was sitting cross-legged beside him.
To save him.
Stark had seen with his own eyes how Serie slaughtered enemies in all directions until she was finally exhausted.
"Instead of me, you should worry more about yourself."
Serie did not open her eyes.
She merely continued to rapidly absorb the stray mana in the air.
She felt that from the moment Schlacht flew into the sky.
The surrounding mana was being frantically swept up and absorbed by him.
Although she didn't know what he was doing.
Serie was certain of one thing.
It was definitely not a good thing.
"It's good that you're fine."
Stark breathed a sigh of relief and then looked with a bitter smile at himself, covered in bandages.
He fell silent for a moment.
He had originally thought he would die heroically amidst the demons and the Undead army.
Even if he died, he could leave a name for eternity.
A hero for a lifetime.
But looking at it now, he hadn't become a hero.
Instead, he had been beaten into a "bear."
"Rest first."
Serie didn't want to talk much.
Restoring her strength was the most urgent matter at hand.
After Stark nodded gently.
He gazed out of the main hall.
He started to worry about Fern.
According to Serie, both Frieren and Fern were still at the Continental Magic Association.
And also...
What exactly is Yulian doing...
Don't let me down, Yulian.
Serie felt something in her heart.
She raised her head and glanced at the ruins of the tavern.
She thought silently.
"Buzz, buzz, buzz!"
The Hero's Sword emitted a crisp hum!
The blade trembled incessantly!
As if it would soar into the sky in the next second!
The emerald embedded in the hilt emitted a dazzling light.
Extremely eye-catching!
It made it impossible for Yulian to pretend he hadn't seen it.
"You also think it's time, right."
Yulian let out a soft sigh.
He picked up the Hero's Sword.
"Boom!"
Sensing that Yulian had made up his mind!
The Hero's Sword suddenly erupted with a terrifying prestige!
A towering aura rose from the ruins!
In the next second, all the Magic-Nullifying Crystal that had been pinning Yulian beneath the ruins exploded!
They turned into countless golden starlight fragments, shooting out in all directions toward the Imperial Capital!
Clearly!
These Magic-Sealing Ores, filled with Yulian's nearly infinite mana, had completely become weapons as easy to use as his own arms!
"Wahhh!"
"Ahhhhh!"
These were the wails of the Undead!
Large swathes of golden light streaked rapidly through the Imperial Capital!
The Undead who had been rampaging in the capital just a second ago.
Were eroded/killed by these sudden golden light fragments in the next second!
Facing death!
Even the Undead!
Felt dread!
They were supposed to be immortal!
Death was merely the beginning of their welcome to a new life!
But the Magic-Nullifying Crystal could completely and utterly kill them!
"Is this what you were wary of, Schlacht?"
"Using your own hands to let the Empire temporarily lose the Magic-Nullifying Crystal, the only power capable of fighting the Undead."
Yulian muttered in a low voice.
Unlike Qual and the others.
Yulian could not regard these Undead transformed from demons as monsters.
In Yulian's eyes.
They were still the demons who, not long ago, revered him and regarded him as their King.
To let a King personally kill his own people?
Yulian couldn't bear it in his heart.
But as he watched them, looking like monsters, living in bloodthirsty slaughter.
Yulian finally made up his mind and took action.
Watching one Undead after another die under the golden light streaking through the Imperial Capital.
Yulian took a deep breath.
Then, a look of determination appeared in his eyes.
"I'm coming..."
"Schlacht."
The affairs of the demons, let the demons solve them themselves...
A pillar of green light surged up!
It flew straight toward that glimmer of eerie light connecting heaven and earth outside the Imperial Capital!
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