Frilian: Starting with Wind Spirit and Moon Shadow, Playing Through the Heavens

Before leaving, he was injured by the barrier protecting the hero's sword, and it took him twenty years to recover.

From that moment on, he became a firm believer in the existence of the goddess.

Now... the legend is about to come true, and no matter how he tries to remain calm, he can hardly stay at peace.

His sole purpose was to kill the hero before he grew up, thereby changing the future.

Unfortunately, Shurahat's next words were like a bucket of cold water poured directly onto the Demon King's head.

"I'm sorry, Lord Demon King, it's too late."

Shurahart leaned down, one hand on his shoulder, and said in a gentlemanly tone:

"According to future images, he will appear beside Vlame in a few days or weeks, kill Alvis, and annihilate all the Demon King's army."

"Judging from the strength he displayed in the video, he is already comparable to Sylvie."

"Any of the Seven Sages who confronts him will find it difficult to escape death."

"including me."

At this point, Shurahat knelt on one knee, his melancholy voice seemingly expressing deep regret for his inability to help the demons:

"I am very sorry, Lord Demon King, the only advice I can give is to retreat and withdraw our troops."

"Without a doubt, this is the end for us demons."

Chapter 29, Section 30: The Demon King's Counterattack (It's Tuesday, please continue reading!)

The Demon King remained silent, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

Although he knew Shurahat was telling the truth, to say that the demon race was doomed in front of him, the demon king…

Isn't this a bit too disrespectful to him?

He is the Demon King! A being who commands countless demons and strikes fear into the hearts of humankind!

However, the Demon King did not immediately retaliate. He understood that retreating with the drums was not entirely without merit in the current situation.

If the hero truly possesses strength equal to Celie's, then I would certainly not be his match.

What's more, there's also a creator goddess lurking in the shadows, eyeing the future.

With wolves in front and tigers behind, preserving one's life is of paramount importance.

Thinking of this, the Demon King's gaze gradually turned cold.

He decided to ignore Shurahat's disrespectful behavior for the time being, after all, now was not the time for infighting.

So the Demon King made a decision:

"Retreat, but not a full retreat. We must not let the brave warriors see our weakness."

"Since he wields the sword of a hero, yet has yet to come and subdue me, it shows that he is not so enthusiastic about the so-called duties of a hero."

"This is our opportunity."

The Demon King's gaze fell on Shurahart, and after a moment's deliberation, he gave the order:

"Shurahat, I'm giving you an important task: find a demon who looks very much like a human and have him make contact with that hero."

"Regardless of the hero's attitude towards us demons, we must try to establish contact with him."

"We must understand his personality, his abilities, and whether he has the support of a goddess behind him."

"Only in this way can we better track his whereabouts and plan a way out for the future of the demon race."

The Demon King's arrangement surprised Shurahart quite.

He paused for a moment, then lowered his head and replied respectfully:

"Yes, I understand, I'll take care of it right away."

"But, Lord Demon King, besides having to look like a human, are there any other requirements?"

"For example, acting skills..."

He raised his head.

"To be honest, I don't think those low-level demons know how to disguise themselves and please humans."

Shurahat's words plunged the Demon King into deep thought.

This is precisely the question he has been pondering.

The status of demons is determined by their magical power; if their magical power is too great, it will arouse the suspicion of heroes.

If one's magic power is too low, then one is a slave in the Demon King's castle.

How could a slave disguise himself as a human? Sending him there would almost certainly expose him.

After pondering for a long time, the Demon King finally made his decision:

"Let's start training them now. For the future of the demon race, let's capture a few humans who are skilled in acting and have them teach those demons how to act."

"I don't expect them to behave exactly like humans, I just need them to know how to put on a pitiful act."

"Therefore, it is necessary to select a female demon to carry out this task."

"I've heard that most humans have compassion for poor creatures, and I imagine they'll be no exception when facing demons."

Indeed, throughout the past, there have been countless examples of humans being preyed upon by demons because of their pity for them.

Ultimately, it's all due to human empathy.

While the demon race lacks empathy, they are adept at exploiting this weakness in humans.

Shurahate nodded, pondering to himself.

Female demons... this definitely needs to be carefully screened.

Those with overly large horns on their heads are unacceptable because they are difficult to disguise; those that are too plump or too young are also undesirable.

The former diminishes human empathy, while the latter makes it difficult to act in certain situations.

With that thought, Shurahat bowed slightly to the Demon King, then turned and left the palace.

Time was of the essence, and he prepared to immediately search for a suitable candidate.

Since it was the Demon King's mission, he took the opportunity to use a future-predicting spell.

And sure enough, he found one.

"Solidil?"

On the steps in front of the palace, Shurahat lowered his eyes, a rare flicker of emotion flashing in his gaze.

He stopped, looked at the distant, rolling mountains, nodded, and muttered to himself:

"Skilled at disguising himself...not bad."

"It's her."

……

Meanwhile, Ronan appeared remarkably relaxed and at ease within the ruins on the other side.

He rested his hands comfortably behind his head, a relaxed expression on his face.

As Ronan watched as the powerful monsters before him were slain one by one by Celie as if they were melons and vegetables, a strange feeling welled up in his heart.

It felt as if I wasn't on an adventure, but rather leisurely strolling through the streets.

not bad.

Anyone could easily defeat it; it's better to leave it to someone else.

With this in mind, Ronan walked deeper into the ruins.

The further you go in, the more eerie the surroundings become.

The torches hanging on the wall gradually dimmed, seemingly because the oxygen inside the ruins was decreasing.

The air was filled with a pungent, damp, and musty smell, and the stone path underfoot was slippery and wet.

Just then, Celia, who was wreaking havoc, suddenly stopped.

She stood at a crossroads, her delicate eyebrows slightly raised, her eyes filled with doubt.

Seeing this, Ronan also stopped and asked:

"What's wrong? What happened?"

"Could they be lost?"

Upon hearing this, Celia was immediately displeased, and she put her hands on her hips:

"What do you mean by getting lost? I'm just not very familiar with the terrain here."

"Stop making sarcastic remarks, okay?"

She paused, her gaze sweeping around, a hint of uncertainty in her voice:

"Based on the strength of these monsters, this is already the last part of the central area of ​​the ruins."

"Theoretically, if we get through here, we can reach the place where demons live..."

"However, theory is just theory. Based on my past experience, by the time we get to this point, the demon should have already appeared."

"But now..."

Although Celia didn't finish her sentence, Ronan already understood what she meant.

He nodded and said, "I see. It's not that you're lost, but that demon is lost."

"Do you need my help? Those birds I bought before can come in handy."

Upon hearing this, Celia suddenly turned around.

She rolled her eyes at Ronan:

"Are you serious? How could those birds possibly find the devil?"

"In my opinion, we should just keep moving forward normally. This ruin is only so big. As long as that demon is here, it definitely won't be able to escape."

That being said, Ronan didn't want to waste too much time here.