Man on the ark, forced to become king

Shining's driving skills were superb. The three-wheeled motorcycle barely slowed down under her control and kept accelerating. The golden-white magical light completely enveloped the vehicle. Small obstacles were smashed through, while large rocks were skillfully avoided. There were no accidents along the way.

The feeling of speeding across the wilderness was quite thrilling, making Lin Lu wonder if he could get one to drive when he returned to Lungmen in a few days. If he remembered correctly, Hoshiguma had a very wild-looking motorcycle that he treasured.

Or, should I go back and borrow it to play with?

"what is that?"

The motorcycle suddenly slowed down, interrupting Lin Lu's thoughts. Shining pulled down her sunglasses with one hand and looked into the distance. About a few hundred meters away, a deep blue moon floated in mid-air, slowly rotating, surrounded by a faint mist of ice.

Spells? Or a product of ritual?

“Just go straight there, that’s my wife’s magic.”

"it is good."

Shining responded, and the motorcycle veered off course, heading straight for the moon.

Before anyone arrives, the sound comes first.

When Lani looked over, she saw a motorcycle, reflecting the sunlight, stop in front of her, leaving charred skid marks.

"Is it frozen?"

Lin Lu jumped down from the crossbody and immediately felt a chill rushing towards her face.

Darkmoon's size is similar to that of Lani among the demigods; both are petite. This one looks to be only about two meters in diameter.

It's about the size to completely enclose a person. If Theresa's body hadn't crystallized and could still curl up, it could probably shrink even further.

"It's frozen."

Lani glanced at Shining; the azure moon seemed to float slightly with the movement of her palm, shifting a little distance.

"But how are we going to get her back? At most, I can only make her float in the sky. Moving her is too slow. I don't know when we'll be able to get back to the Golden Tree."

"Well..."

Lin Lu stroked his chin and suddenly remembered that his petal whip was still wrapped around Theresa.

"That one? It's still tied up."

Lani stretched out her palm, and a narrow crack appeared in the sealed dark moon, from which fell a whip handle, covered in frost, gleaming brightly in the sunlight.

"Hey!"

Lin Lu jumped up and pulled out a long whip from the dark moon. With a forceful pull, the moon, which was suspended in the air, moved accordingly.

"It's alright, just leave it like this. You let it float, I'll pull it up."

"That is one way."

Seeing her Darkmoon being pulled and swayed like a giant balloon, Lani looked at her strangely, but she had to admit that this method was indeed quite good.

"that……"

Shining roughly guessed what the two were discussing; her Princess Theresa must be inside that moon.

That's the Demon King...

Is it not dignified to be led around by someone with a rope?

But these two people...

She glanced at Lin Lu, then at the red-haired woman, and swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

Both of these people put a lot of pressure on her, especially that woman...it's just like back then...

In front of such a powerful person, she seemed to have no right to speak, and interrupting rashly might even cause offense.

Since His Majesty the Demon King isn't awake right now, how about... we leave it at that?

Having convinced himself, Shining reluctantly accepted this premise.

"What?"

Lin Lu turned her head to look at her, and Shan Ling quickly waved her hand.

"No, nothing. I meant, how about we tie this... this Lord Moon to the back of my motorcycle?"

She had originally intended to say "Lord Demon King," but then she thought it would be impolite...

"good idea!"

Look, look what a real fan is!

Lin Lu gave a thumbs-up and placed her hand on her shoulder.

"Theresia will definitely thank you when she finds out."

Chapter 159 Theresis: You're a pig-brain!

"Teacher, the Blood Demon has sent word that they have failed."

Atop a solitary mountain peak in the wasteland, a Sarkaz youth with long, light-gold hair and flame-shaped horns walked step by step to the Regent, who stood on the edge of a cliff. He bowed respectfully and spoke in a low voice.

"Yeah."

Therese gazed at the army gathering below the mountain without looking up, seemingly unconcerned.

“They are doomed to fail, Manfred.”

"Teacher... is the Demon King really that strong?"

Manfred hesitated for a moment, but finally asked the question.

He was relatively young, and his impression of the legendary Demon King, the Regent's younger sister, was limited to legends. He had never seen the Demon King personally take action during the many battles against the Tower of Babel.

Many young Sarkaz warriors, including him, were curious about just how powerful that legendary figure truly was.

"For the Demon King, ordinary armies are no longer of any significance."

Theresis didn't know how to answer his apprentice's question, so he could only offer a brief explanation. After all, some things can't be described with words alone; only those who have experienced them firsthand can understand the terror of the Demon King.

He never thought the pardoners would succeed from the beginning. The reason he let them do it was simply to take this opportunity to weaken their fighting strength.

The absolutioners, after all, possess many secret witchcraft and spells; they are not the kind of useless people who are arrogant and conceited despite their lack of strength. If they are well prepared, killing Theresa may be impossible, but taking down a few of the top fighters of Babel should not be a problem. Then things will be much easier for him next.

The next all-out war is already brewing, and the disparity in strength is enough to render all tactics meaningless.

Even the tactical commander, who was dubbed the 'evil spirit,' could not turn the tide.

He could win victory after victory through tactics, but he couldn't reclaim the lost territory. Now, the Babel Tower's sphere of influence is shrinking, and it has even retreated to the border.

If Babel were to lose a few more high-end combatants capable of changing the course of the battle, Theresis would be confident that he could completely drive Babel out of Kazdel in the next battle, and then many of his plans could be put into practice.

The pardoner's failure was exactly what he wanted.

Theresa is not dead, he can gain an absolute advantage in the next great war, everything is perfect.

To be fair, he didn't actually have any deep-seated hatred for his sister, to the point of wanting her dead.

The so-called civil war was nothing more than a conflict between the two men's governing philosophies.

If someone had to die in this long struggle, he hoped Theresa would be the last.

If given the choice, who would want to kill their own blood relatives?

"Has the Blood Demon ascertained the results of the Pardoners' campaign? To what extent have they succeeded?"

Pulling herself back to reality, Therese turned around, already having a rough idea of ​​what was going on.

The power of the absoler was not a secret to him. The two were partners and had never stopped testing each other. Apart from some extremely hidden trump cards, they knew each other almost inside and out, and the limits of what they could do were predictable.

"……them."

Manfred's expression was somewhat subtle; he hesitated slightly, and even lowered his voice considerably.

"They... were completely wiped out, their results were... zero..."

"Very good, like this—hmm?"

Therese nodded subconsciously, as if something was amiss.

If I heard correctly, the results Manfred just mentioned... seem, maybe, probably, possibly, it seems, should be... zero?!

"Can you say that again?"

"Teacher, the pardoners were all wiped out; not a single one of them was killed."

Manfred repeated it in a low voice, not daring to continue. Although he also felt that this record was not very respectable, that was indeed what the Blood Demon's message said, so it should be correct.

Zero... Good heavens, it really is zero?!

Therese considered many possibilities, such as mutual destruction, Theresa being seriously injured, or the elite operators of Babel Tower staying behind to cover the retreat and dying... and so on, but she never imagined that the result would be zero.

The news was so outrageous that he couldn't accept it for a moment, and his blood pressure even rose after thinking about the consequences.

The three pardoners, including the one with profound sorcery and the ancient ritual that had been prepared for more than ten years, led a hundred-person team of elite magic swordsmen and royal court sorcerers, and just like that, they were gone?

So be it. After all, war always results in death. Facing the power of the Demon King, it's not surprising that the entire army was wiped out.

But, but!

The current situation is that everyone is dead, and nothing has been accomplished?

What kind of result can be described as zero victory?