Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 172: Hulahat's Conspiracy

The crushing force made any number of enemies seem like insignificant ants.

In comparison, my previous struggle, although it did play a role, seemed so insignificant.

After relaxing, a deep feeling of fatigue also emerged.

I really don't have much magic power left.

She no longer insisted and nodded obediently, but her curious eyes involuntarily turned to the teacher beside her again.

Teacher Lord was standing there quietly, his eyes following the small figure on the battlefield, with an emotion on his face that Volame could not understand.

She remembered the pure white light on Teacher Lord's fingertips just now.

That kind of pure and powerful power is on par with Teacher Celiai's.

The Godslayer…

This almost absurd thought once again emerged in her mind uncontrollably.

This time, it was no longer a vague guess, but an impact of strong intuition.

Only the existence that is said to have ended the Age of Mythology could possibly possess such... such power that is beyond mortal understanding, right?
Her heart began to beat violently again, not because of fear, but because of the excitement and disbelief of having glimpsed a shocking secret.

If Mr. Lord is really that legendary being...

So what is the story behind the bond between him and Teacher Celiai that spans such a long time?
She was really curious.

In a hidden cave far away from the main battlefield of White Castle, in the deepest shadow, a tall figure stood quietly.

It was Hulahat.

Through magic, he could barely see the small figure in the distance.

Even though he couldn't see clearly, he knew that the figure was Celie, the world's most powerful magician.

Every time she released magic, large numbers of monsters were reduced to ashes.

The overwhelming force made him feel an instinctive shudder even from a long distance.

Last time, with the help of the magic of predicting the future, I was able to fight it briefly, but as time goes by, Celie will definitely find my flaws.

And at that time, the only fate that awaits him is death.

Not to mention that person.

The huge horn on his head had a slanted fracture near the root, and the surface was rough, as if it had been chopped off by someone.

And that's exactly what happened.

That man, the one trained by Celiai and holding the holy sword, not only cut off his own horns with one blow, but also left a penetrating scar on his chest.

Even after two hundred long years, the wound still aches slightly, as if reminding him of the disastrous defeat that almost ended his life.

The mere thought of that man's face was enough to stir up immense hatred and deep-rooted fear in Shulahart's heart.

In order to avoid this man and to eliminate the remaining divine power in the sword wound, he spent a full century.

The broken horn could not be regenerated, which became a shame in his life.

But fortunately, two hundred years have passed and that human has long been dead, so he no longer has to worry about meeting him again.

“Hmph! Celia…” Hugh Rahat’s deep voice rang out, without the slightest surprise, “She’s here just as I expected, exactly as I saw it.” He had already seen Celia appear on this battlefield through his precognitive magic, crushing the army he had painstakingly assembled into dust.

This was not an accident, but a part of his plan that had already been calculated.

"Kill them! Kill as much as you can, Miss Oldest Magician." A cold smile spread across Hulahart's lips. "Use your power to turn these inferior beings into dust. This is exactly what I want to see."

He didn't care about the monsters that kept dying on the battlefield below.

Those monsters, even some of the more powerful ones, were nothing more than expendable pawns, baits he used to delay time and attract attention.

"As long as they can hold you back, as long as they can keep your eyes on this insignificant dwarf city..." Hulahart whispered, "then their sacrifice will be incomparably worth it."

"Haha, Celia, your human disciple has such amazing magical talent, but it's a pity... he's too fragile!"

"How can a human with a mere hundred-year lifespan bear the weight of your long-term expectations?"

According to Shulahart's calculations based on time, the human who once shone briefly beside Celia and might even have posed a threat to the demons should have died of old age and disappeared in the long river of history.

This is the logical ending.

Human beings are, after all, short-lived beings.

"Just you, Celia..." Shulahart's gaze returned to the invincible figure on the battlefield, his eyes gleaming with unprecedented confidence. "You are indeed hopelessly powerful... but no matter what, you are only one person after all!"

He had been planning this for far too long.

Gathering a large number of monster armies and even spreading the news that the monster army is attacking the city, all of this is for one ultimate goal.

That is to nail Celia, the sword of Damocles hanging over the heads of the demons, firmly here.

"Your strength, just use it in this hot
"Let it out on the land." "Shulahat cried out, as if enjoying a grand performance," he said, "but little do they know that within the seemingly solid walls of the Kingdom of El, those foolish humans have already begun fighting among themselves, and the glory of the Holy Sword of Faith will be eroded."

He slowly raised his hand, and in his palm, a purple crystal emitting an ominous light kept trembling.

Inside the crystal, countless tiny magic runes can be vaguely seen flowing, emitting a familiar magical fluctuation.

This is the killer move that he poured countless efforts into creating.

A plan that is enough to bring the final victory to the demons, a killer move that takes advantage of the backup plan left to humans by the godslayer a thousand years ago.

"Celiai, enjoy this battle to the fullest. By the time you notice the changes in the west, it will be too late."

He no longer paid attention to the losing battle below him.

No matter how fierce Celie's magic storm was, it couldn't shake him in the slightest.

Lose some cannon fodder troops?
That’s nothing!
As long as the plan succeeds, the entire country of El, and even the entire continent, will be rewritten by him!
Two hundred years of dormancy, two hundred years of pain, two hundred years of waiting...isn't it all for this moment?

Shulahart secretly clenched his fists, and the light of the dark amethyst was completely obscured.

His tall figure retreated backward, blending deeper into the shadows, as if he had never existed.

Only that voice filled with absolute confidence echoed in the air:
"This time... I'm not afraid of anything."

"Because you'll end up alone."

"And His Majesty the Demon King will surely reign!"

(End of this chapter)