Magic Chronicles : Fallen Race

Chapter 110: Chapter 110: The Confused Wicked Demon

Kasm, still unsettled, looked around in panic. He had been transported to a secluded alleyway of a palace, but evidently, Kasm himself hadn't yet grasped what had just happened.

Intent on running away from this eerie place, he had just taken a step when, the next moment, a pair of hands wrapped in bandages impatiently and roughly pulled him back by his tie, dragging the imperial envoy back.

"Who's there!"

Suddenly, a figure emerged from behind, causing the already terrified Kasm to tense up completely, his nerves on edge. He made a show of drawing the sword at his waist, but the trembling of the sword tip made it clear he couldn't even hold it steady, let alone protect himself.

"How could they send such a useless person for the handover?"

The shadow in the darkness stepped forward, casting a spell on himself so Kasm couldn't make out Lordan's appearance, but he could still hear the Wicked Demon's words.

'Handover!?'

Catching the keyword, Kasm's originally terrified gaze quickly smoothed over into surprise, and he stuttered to Lordan:

"Are, are you the one who met with the Sage?"

"Sage?"

Lordan chuckled, seemingly finding it somewhat ironic and amusing that his "partner" had acquired the title of "Sage" among humans.

"It's me. Bring out the item."

Lordan's mysterious demeanor, along with the realization that he had been instantly transported here, likely with Lordan's assistance to escape the terrifying Great Demon, left no doubt in Kasm's mind about Lordan's identity. He hurriedly took out the "Saving Relic," the secret mission given to him by the Great Sage, from his bosom and respectfully handed it to Lordan.

The expression on the Wicked Demon's face finally warmed a bit, as per the agreement, the other party was to share the control of the "Insect Race" with him, granting him supreme power.

Holding such beautiful aspirations, Lordan, upon receiving Kasm's "Saving Relic," watched as ghastly green demonic power began to crawl over the relic. The floating "Atlas" began to rapidly flip pages under Lordan's control.

However, soon after, the expression on the Wicked Demon's face changed.

At first, he was puzzled. Then, he increased the input of his demonic power, but no matter how he manipulated it, the chapter on the Insect Race in this "Atlas" remained a blank page.

If Reji were here, he would recognize at a glance that this so-called "Saving Relic" was actually the "Catalog" system from his game time.

Every enemy encountered by players, every item used, weapons, and so on, would be recorded in the Catalog, essentially a compendium that grows and accumulates as the player adventures.

For Lordan, what he wanted was the part about the Insect Race, but realizing he might have been deceived, an angry Lordan, with his bandage-wrapped, mummy-like hands, grabbed the still hopeful, foolishly smiling envoy by the neck.

"Great...great lord?" Kasm's eyes widened in confusion, bewildered and scared.

Lordan couldn't be bothered to waste words and directly used Soul Siphon. Ghastly green magic power spread through Kasm's orifices into his brain, allowing the Wicked Demon to steal some of Kasm's memories.

After searching through the memories, Lordan snorted coldly and dropped Kasm down, paying no mind to the imperial envoy who was terrified of him. Lordan's mind was also in a mess now.

Lordan initially thought that the human who delivered the relic had hidden something. After searching through the memories, he found that the other party had not tampered with the relic at all but had been taking good care of it.

That made it all the more strange.

Could it be that my "partner" was deceiving me, playing me for a fool?

No.

If they wanted to deceive me, why bother sending the real Saving Relic?

Indeed, Lordan was certain that this book, the Atlas, was genuine, a real and authentic relic of the Son of Destiny.

Reji hesitated no longer.

He was ready to face whatever came his way.

With the Shadow Wings fluttering behind him, Reji's figure turned into a streak of light, heading towards the core of the barrier, where the Holy Sword had landed.

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The King's Tower.

The tallest building in the entire royal city.

From a bird's eye view, one could see most of the royal palace.

At the top of this towering structure, Konstantin held his magic staff high, a sacred aura cleansing this spirit summoned by him. The Holy Sword, floating before him, shone with a brilliance that seemed to elevate his tattered cloak and cape to greatness in this moment.

Konstantin.

Under the command of General Anna, Captain of the Fifth Column of the Third Mage Division of the Ninth Group of the Human Alliance Army, a Seventh Tier Grand Mage.

All these titles and honors were things of the past.

Now, even if he could replicate the glory of his past and cast Seventh tier spells, the cost was his already fragile life, rapidly dwindling away.

Compared to his insignificant life, Konstantin could only offer a bitter smile.

"Your Highness, I fear I must break my word."

This "ghost" from a thousand years ago spoke with a tone filled with bitterness. From the moment he unfolded the barrier, it was as if he had set up a giant radar across the entire palace.

For this reason, Konstantin could instantly discern the situation within the palace.

He saw within his barrier, one after another, the scarlet orbs flashing continuously.

The Holy Sword Barrier.

A hero's power from a thousand years ago, later modified by the "traitor," resulted in this lower-grade, simplified barrier. Yet, it still possesses strong lethality and specificity against demons.

Once the barrier was unfolded, it first provided reconnaissance capabilities. Every demon would be marked with a red dot on the barrier's formation map. The deeper the red, the larger the light spot, indicating the stronger the demon's power.

Pale red, orange-red, crimson, scarlet, and finally, dark red.

How should one put it?

Perhaps he should be relieved, at least there are only seven scarlet light spots here, without the appearance of that... the highest level of dark red?

Konstantin shook his head.

The eldest princess on the other side remained calm in the face of changes. Although she could mostly infer how bad the situation was from Konstantin's expression, Yuffie calmly asked, "Have the demons intervened?"

"Your Highness, 'intervened' is not the right word. To be precise, it's more like they have come out in full force."

If one apostle appeared, Konstantin would feel nervous and urgent.

If two apostles appeared, Konstantin would consider fleeing directly.

But with three, four...seven apostles, Konstantin now felt relatively at ease, even in the mood to make a not-so-funny joke with the princess by his side.