I guarded Impel Down for a hundred years in the pirate world.

"It's alright. The Skeleton Emperor has arranged for a special ability user to remove these two horns for you. It won't affect your life. However, the horns of demons are related to their abilities. If you want to keep your demonic abilities, you can choose not to remove them."

You, who fell from the stars to the planet Lampfire, should know Archeris, the second progenitor of the Star Demon race. She has brought many demons to Lampfire, and you can go find her.

Or if you have any other ideas, feel free to share them, and I'll help you make arrangements.

"...Thank you, King of the Stars!"

After a slight hesitation, Irving heard Began's roar again in his mind, and he asked, "If I want to join the Army of Lights, is that alright?"

"Take the corner or not?"

"Would it be more convenient to take it after the war ends?" Owen said. "My bloodline has already changed. Taking the horn would only affect my appearance and abilities, but it wouldn't change my body and bloodline, right? I... I can never become a pure human again, can I?"

Figo understood. It seemed that this kid wasn't rigid in character. He was able to fight against the demon race with the power of the demon race, and he didn't push his power outward.

“As long as your heart is human, you will always be human,” he said. “Of course, you can choose not to take the horns. There should be some other people as unfortunate as you who share similar thoughts. Wait a while, and we will organize you into an army.”

Owen: "Are there many more? Have many places been attacked by demons like Tuxin Island during this period? Not just the three of us, but many people have been transformed into demons?"

Figo did not answer directly: "I came here to stop them."

……

In the Demon Race's seas, Saltos, whose injuries he sustained a few days ago under the siege of Bambri and Cassius, has healed and is currently using the video network bug to communicate with several other legion commanders.

Because of their inferior high-level combat strength, they chose to break up into smaller units, just like the human race did thousands of years ago when they faced them. They moved around constantly to prevent the human race from finding their location, and then occasionally sneaked into the human race's seas to launch a surprise attack.

However, since the battle on Tuxin Island, the demon race has felt significant pressure.

"Three more units have been wiped out?"

"Those despicable half-demon races have joined the war; we should teach them a lesson first!"

"No, our target is the human race, the Capri. We cannot afford to spare any more energy to attack the half-demon race!"

"Is there still no news from Lord Baimon?"

Not yet...

When Baimon was mentioned, several commanders of the Five Lamps Legion couldn't help but think of the person who had never shown up since the start of the war but had brought them immense psychological pressure.

"Everyone be careful in the coming days, that guy might be about to make a move."

"Tch, what's there to be careful about? Meeting him is just a death sentence. We'll just wait for Lord Baimon to kill the others and avenge us."

The legion commanders were quite relaxed about it. They were indeed helpless against Figo, whom even the seven legion commanders and two Demon Pillars couldn't defeat together, but they had long been prepared.

If Figo were to actually launch a sweeping massacre of the demon race, the demons would immediately scatter throughout the entire Sea of ​​Lights, abandoning even their current state of mutual support, each seeking their own survival, and incidentally dragging every corner of the Sea of ​​Lights into the flames of war!

In that case, the demon race would be wiped out quickly, but the human race would not fare any better. It would be ten times better than a slow death.

Just then, a powerful demon rushed in to report: "Commander Saltos! The fleets of Lord Ba Yue, Lord Palluton, and Lord Sheberi have lost contact!"

"Hmm?" Sartos suddenly stood up and said, "Have you received their distress signal?"

"No, the time intervals during which they lost contact totaled less than ten minutes!"

Three armies were wiped out in an instant... Sartos and the legion commanders opposite the network bug tensed up, and suddenly another demon king arrived with a Den Den Mushi.

"Commander, Lord Witt has requested help from the Den Den Mushi, but the person on the other end of the Den Den Mushi is Gaston Figo, the King of the Stars!"

We were just talking, and here they are?

Sartos exchanged glances with several legion commanders among the network bugs, a sinister smile spreading across his face. He took the Den Den Mushi: "Gaston Figo? This is Sartos. I can roughly guess your purpose, but don't get your hopes up. The demon race does not accept threats! If you have a way, come find me and kill me!"

“This is not a threat, it’s a notification.” On the other end of the Den Den Mushi, Figo’s voice was calm: “In the battle where you attacked Tuxin Island, three humans were converted into demons, so I wiped out three demon units. Next, as more humans are converted into demons, I will wipe out the corresponding demon units. There are no restrictions on the size of the units. If I happen to find the unit you are leading, you will die too.”

The Den Den Mushi (a type of electric scooter) beeps and hangs up.

"Isn't this a threat?!" Sartos snorted angrily, turned to look at the other legion commanders on the network bug, and suddenly paused.

It only mentioned... a transformation experiment?

Does this mean that if the transformation experiment is not carried out, the King of the Stars promises not to intervene?

Although we were prepared not to accept any constraints or threats, this matter was stuck at a delicate point—converting humans into demons during the war was merely a form of revenge and racial continuation, and would not actually provide any immediate combat power.

If the conversion experiments are banned, it would be a good deal to contain the Star King, an enemy that the demon race despairs from and has no chance of winning.

"Don't fall for his tricks."

"If his attitude softens, he'll definitely take advantage of it! He's trying to minimize losses for humanity!"

Although a legion commander said the same thing, Sartos knew that he wasn't the only one who was interested.

Chapter 362 The People Under the Sea

Is it important to restrict the demon race from converting humans? Yes, it is very important.

This is a war of annihilation. The ultimate goal is to make the pure demon race cease to exist. If a small number of humans are transformed, as long as they intermarry through several generations and their descendants become half-demons with only one horn, then the demon race will be wiped out.

However, if a large number of demons are transformed, and the entire population of fireflies is transformed, these transformed demons will eventually become a problem. Even if they eventually exterminate the resisting demons, they will still become an awkward new force.

It's hard to guarantee that none of them will be subject to some form of 'discrimination'. Perhaps many, many years later, they will become the source of the resurgence of the demon race, stirring up a new round of chaos.

Therefore, if the demon race's racial transformation experiments can be contained, it would be worthwhile even if Figo doesn't participate in this battle.

Of course, it's just that Figo didn't take action; instead, Fisher, Fickel, Fitz, Ivo, and Michael took action, which had nothing to do with Figo.

He didn't know if the Demon Race would compromise. The Demon Race was quite different from the Qinghai Celestial Dragons and the Starry Sky Celestial Dragons. After making the call, Figo wandered around the sea again. The 23 Demon Race fleet sank into the vast sea of ​​lights, encountering the Demon Race Progenitor that had been transformed from the Demon Race's surprise attack in recent days. Figo withdrew and returned to observe the next developments.

……

On the other side of a distant sea.

On a large ship.

Rayleigh sat cross-legged on the deck, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, typing on his webbug, exuding a refined and cultured air.

"Roger, it seems your kid has gone off to join the war, taking Garp's grandson with him."

“Ace? Hahahaha, he has my style.” Roger leaned against the ship’s edge: “After we excavate that ruin, we’ll go too. I don’t even know how much Ace has grown up.”

"Yes, if we had known that the senior we met a few years ago was the King of Fishing Lanterns, we should have met them a month ago."

"Captain, aren't you worried?"

"Grandpa Figo is here too, right? He'll probably look after that kid." Roger pressed down on his straw hat to hide his expression. "If we still run into danger like this, I'll have no choice but to avenge the children... Haha, never mind, let's not talk about such unlucky things. Excavating the ruins is the important thing!"

He was still worried after all… Rayleigh gave a faint smile, and another crew member beside him said:

"Since this site is very likely the battlefield of that legendary battle, it probably won't have anything of value left behind."

"Being able to glimpse the power of the Skeleton King and the Demon Pillar from 3000 years ago from a different perspective is enough," Roger laughed.

In the years since they entered the Star of Light, Roger's adventurers have focused on fishing for lanterns, training, and improving themselves. Three years ago, after a kindred spirit archaeologist joined their ship, they added a new goal.

Explore the remnants of war from thousands of years ago!

Originally, at least half of the Light Star was composed of continents and islands. During the 7000 years that the various races were hunted by the demon race, continents and islands were sunk by battles between powerful beings and sank to the bottom of the sea, which led to the current situation where the Light Sea occupies 90% of the area.

Some of these submerged islands may still retain their original appearance, while many others were damaged or buried underground due to the sudden outbreak of war, as there was no time to move the lamps and wicks.

Interested and profitable, Roger's adventure team has explored many ruins over the years.

The archaeological site they found was roughly located by their fellow archaeologist on board after a long period of research into historical records and their own sea search. It is now basically confirmed that it is a remnant of the battle 3000 years ago, a crucial battle in the founding of the Kingdom of Capri, in which the Skeleton Emperor killed a Demon Pillar!

The ship gradually approached the target sea area.

Roger, Ridley, and the others were also prepared, having put on full diving suits.

Demand drives technological progress. For those who frequently need to dive, having a wetsuit that allows them to dive for longer periods is essential... although most of them can't afford it.

"Captain, be careful."

"Be careful not to end up inside a sea monster's belly."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Half of them stayed to guard the boat, while the other half went into the water.

Roger led his men to dive into the deep sea.

After diving to a depth of four or five thousand meters, Roger suddenly raised an eyebrow, raised his arm sharply, and signaled Rayleigh and the others to stop. Instantly, everyone held their breath, following Roger's gaze to the opposite side.

"Have we encountered a sea monster?" A few seconds later, a hint of surprise flashed in Rayleigh and the others' eyes.

Not sea monsters, but merfolk?

In their perception through the mental network, opposite them, a young and strong-looking merman man was swimming rapidly diagonally downwards. He soon noticed them and looked over with a hint of nervousness.

"What a coincidence, to actually run into someone underwater." Roger grinned and made some hand gestures that the fishman opposite him couldn't understand.

Seeing the other's confusion, he patted his head and turned to signal to the fishman Sambell.

"Hello, we are Roger's Fishing Lantern Group, and you are?" Sambel stepped forward to communicate.

The mermaid opposite them did not answer, her gaze sweeping over Roger and his companions with what could not be described as friendly.

After a brief pause, the fish-man turned and swam away into the distance without uttering a word.

Roger scratched his head in puzzlement. Soon the other person was out of his field of vision, leaving him helplessly shrugging to his companions and pointing...

'Ignore him, let's continue.'

After a brief interlude, Roger and his group sank straight into the seabed. Here, no light could penetrate, and it was pitch black. The ability of the Mind Network to perceive inanimate objects was also greatly reduced, so they could not see or discover any relics at all.

But this was no challenge for them, who were already very familiar with the process.

Rayleigh pulled a blue ring-shaped device from his pocket, unfastened his diving suit, took a breath, and blew hard at the blue ring, creating a huge, transparent bubble membrane.

Several people went inside, and then used instruments to fill it with air so that they could breathe and communicate freely. After lighting a waterproof lamp, they could see the bottom of the water.

Surrounded by jagged, uneven rubble, and after excavating many relics, they quickly determined that this was indeed an island ruin that had been shattered and sunk into the sea of ​​lights during a battle between powerful individuals.

"Looks like we've found the right place."

"Deputy Commander, blow a few more bubbles, let's determine the extent of the ruins first."

"I wonder if it has been excessively damaged by sea monsters..."

By examining the shape and distribution of the rubble, one can reconstruct the course of a legendary battle. Even though thousands of years have passed, it's as if one is watching the battle from the perspective of an observer. For a powerful person, this is quite a romantic thing.

Fortunately, for 3000 years, this place seems to have been undisturbed by any sea creatures; in fact, if you put your mind to it, you could even piece together an island.

Roger, with a smile on his face, measured the ruins with his feet. Just as he reached the center, he suddenly frowned awkwardly.

I gently stepped on the ground.