Man on the ark, forced to become king

The Doctor forcefully took control of Babel, gathering all available combat personnel and intercepting anyone attempting to leave Ascalon.

Every ounce of strength is crucial to confront Theresis's army head-on.

There's been no movement from either side yet, and everyone is waiting.

Theresis was a smart man. Taking the Tower of Babel at great cost was not the result he wanted, otherwise he would have done it long ago.

Therefore, the advancing troops simply stopped where they were and did not advance any further.

Wang Tingjun was waiting for Babita to lose its composure, waiting for an opportunity for them to advance unimpeded.

The death of the Demon King is undoubtedly the best breakthrough.

The doctor is also waiting, waiting for a very slim possibility.

If Therese really goes berserk and launches a full-scale attack, he is confident that he can teach the royal army a lesson they will never forget, but he has no way to get everyone out of here.

The only one who can break the deadlock now is Theresa. As long as she returns safely, the tilted scales will be restored to their fragile balance.

Since there's still no movement in the laboratory, and Amiya is still asleep and hasn't inherited the Demon King's power, it means Theresa is still alive. No matter how faint the hope, it still exists.

Bearing the hopes of his friends, the doctor was unwilling to give up until he reached a completely hopeless situation.

creak~

The blinds were gently closed, and the room became much dimmer.

Sitting back in his chair, the doctor sighed wearily, placed his hand on his hood, hesitated for a moment, then lifted the hood, took off the helmet underneath, and his snow-white hair fell loose.

Exposed to the air was a young girl's face with jet-black pupils and smooth white hair. Anyone who saw her at first glance would associate her with words like 'gentle' and 'frail'.

But the truth is, the owner of this face has a fearsome reputation in Kazdel—the evil spirit of Babel.

Who would have thought that the evil spirits of today were once just pure scholars and researchers?

Only when she is alone can the Doctor have a moment to relax, when she can let down her guard and breathe freely, even if it's just for a little while.

In fact, if she were to give up, she would have a hundred ways to leave, and could even take a few close operatives with her.

But... she can't do that, she can't just leave like that.

Kal'tsit's hopes, Theresa's wishes, the ideals of the Tower of Babel... all these heavy burdens weighed on this frail body, making even breathing difficult.

What she promised, she had to do, just as she had promised the Babel Tower operators victory, even if it meant being called an evil spirit.

This time, too.

"At most, it will return to the earth; it should have been like this long ago."

He murmured softly, talking to himself, breathing in the air almost greedily, his eyes calm as still water.

In those indifferent eyes, there was no fear of death, nor anger or panic, like an outsider watching a chessboard.

"If things are hopeless, then let's just leave one by one... I'm sorry, Amiya."

My eyes closed and opened again, and the whispers of the evil spirit echoed in the office before quietly fading away.

With his hair pulled back, his spy mask on, and his hood pulled up, the doctor, still dressed in black, stood in the office, a fearsome presence.

He gently pulled open the blinds, and light once again streamed into the room. The troops stationed in the distance remained as still as ever, without making any move.

Doesn’t that seem right?

The doctor leaned forward unconsciously, trying to see more clearly, but unfortunately, the human eye has its limits. No matter how hard she tried, she could only see a blurry shadow. Indistinctly, it seemed that something was agitating over there, and she could see shadowy figures moving about.

However, there's no need to look too closely; the changing clouds in the sky already say it all.

As the sun sets, the fiery red clouds suddenly turn a dark shade, as if the entire sky has dimmed in that instant.

In the blink of an eye, the celestial phenomena changed color.

Even from a great distance, the doctor could feel the familiar presence in the air.

That is the power of the Demon King.

Theresa is back.

Chapter 163 Theresa's Toughness

Terra is a world with distinct layers, much like the Borderlands.

Here, the gap between people is greater than the gap between people and dogs.

Some races are born strong, like the Vayvans and the Sarkaz.

The strongest individuals among these already powerful races possess the strength to form an army single-handedly.

An army of ordinary people is meaningless to a true strongman; it simply takes more time to eliminate them. When they appear on the battlefield, they can completely turn the tide of a war.

The Demon Lord, standing at the very pinnacle of the Sarkaz race, is such a powerful being.

Therese knew better than anyone what kind of power his sister possessed, so he waited patiently and did not rush to launch a full-scale attack even after Therese went missing.

While the evil spirits of the Tower of Babel are indeed terrifying, they are ultimately just tactics, and their effectiveness on the main battlefield is limited.

He was confident that he could crush Babel with his absolute strength, but he had no way to deal with Theresa.

Among the Sarkaz, the Demon Lord represents not only irresistible power, but also bloodline.

The king at the very top of the race has absolute dominance over the lower bloodlines. Some people, such as the pardoners or the powerful figures of the royal courts, can be exempted from the influence of bloodlines to a certain extent, but the vast majority of Sarkaz cannot.

When the power of the Demon King is combined with the bloodline constraint, Theresa can even render a Sarkaz on a battlefield incapable of acting if she doesn't care about the cost. And she really can do it—what could be more dangerous than a person who is at the end of their rope?

Theresis and the royal courts behind him are pursuing the unification and revival of Kazdel. They cannot possibly fight Babel to the point of mutual destruction. Therefore, they will not launch a full-scale attack until they confirm whether the current Demon Lord has lost his fighting ability.

A Pyrrhic victory is not in the best interests of the royal courts and their armies.

So they are waiting, waiting for that outcome to appear.

However, what Theresis did not expect was that the worst possible outcome actually occurred—Theresia not only did not lose her fighting ability, but also appeared on the battlefield in a state no less powerful than her peak. Her vast energy was released without restraint, even blackening the clouds in the sky!

A storm is brewing.

Theresis stood in the midst of the army, gazing in the direction indicated by her bloodline. A figure walked steadily toward the assembled Great Lord, his cherry-pink hair fluttering in the wind.

She was dressed in ill-fitting shorts and a blue jacket, looking like a young girl wandering in the city.

However, that's only on the surface.

One after another, jet-black rhomboid crystals materialized out of thin air, and a visible gray-black vortex swirled around them like a hurricane, making it impossible for anyone to ignore the overwhelming pressure.

One man, facing an army, displayed a spirit that was evenly matched... or even surpassed it.

As she drew closer, ripples spread across the void beneath the dark clouds, and a blurry shadow gradually emerged. Dark crystals extended upwards, forming the skeleton of a giant, and a thick black mist gave it form, making it visible to the world.

Boom!

The earth trembles!

A colossal object, hundreds of meters tall, plunged a giant sword, as thick as a mountain, into the earth, stirring up a cloud of dust, and an immense pressure swept in like a tsunami!

Under the intense energy impact, Theresis couldn't help but squint. At the very front of the army, many Sarkaz warriors had involuntarily put down their shields and weapons and prostrated themselves on the ground. The constraints from the depths of their blood made it impossible for them to even raise their weapons against the Demon King.

One step, two steps, three steps.

As the earth trembled and roared, the colossal demon statue and the king wielding the royal sword simultaneously strode toward the royal army.

Therese clenched her fists, her body tensing completely, a look of shock in her eyes.

The unexpected situation was completely beyond his control.

"How is this possible... how could she still use such power?"

Even after racking her brains, Theresis couldn't figure out why Theresa, who had suddenly appeared, possessed such power.

According to the intelligence he obtained, Theresa's body should already be overwhelmed. How did she manage to unleash the power of the Demon King to such a level?

No, that's not all... The current Demon King is far more powerful than he remembered, and by a significant margin!

Most importantly, Theresa, who walked slowly after summoning the Demon God Colossus, showed no abnormality, as if this level of power was easy for her and she felt no pressure!

"Your Highness, Regent, should we..."

The general, clad in heavy armor, leaned closer and asked in a low voice.

"What do you want? What do you want to do?"

Upon hearing this, Therese glared at him fiercely, almost cursing out loud.

What a pig-brain!

More! What are you going to do?!

What can they do when faced with a demon king who is even more powerful than in his prime?

beat? Beat the ass!

How to fight this!

The colossal demonic statue, as imposing as a mountain, drew ever closer. The ordinary soldiers on their side couldn't even raise their weapons; a single sweep of that massive sword, tens of meters long, could tear hundreds or even thousands of people to shreds!

Should we abandon the ordinary soldiers and have the top combat forces from the high command take action together?

Do not make jokes!

Even if they manage to fight to the death, is that a good outcome?