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

Sylvia was taken aback. She looked around. With so many enemies around, was it really a good idea to say this?

They're really too ambitious; looking around, there are at least fifty people.

However… although she was surprised by Ronan’s ease, she still considered the suggestion for a few seconds and felt it was worth a try.

The more talented people the better. It doesn't matter if they come from humble backgrounds, as long as they aren't led astray. We should avoid those warmongers.

Ronan glanced at her sideways:

"Good that you agree. Let's get started. For the sake of future peace, let's send them on their way."

He needed to see Sylvia's sincerity; only by killing the angel could they be on the same side and become partners.

Immediately, the vajra once again emitted bolts of lightning.

Feldvi's eyes narrowed, and the thought of running away immediately took hold in his mind.

……

"Kondo, immediately gather the troops!"

As the angels were about to be slaughtered, Michael quickly contacted Kondo Tatsuya, who was far away in the Eastern Empire.

He knew he was doomed to defeat in this battle, but even in defeat, the flame had to be kept alive, and Ronan had to see the fighting spirit of them.

The Eastern Empire is not important; what matters is what it represents after its destruction.

In this battle, Rudra will surely die, but Michael will live, and it will be good to use the deaths of millions of soldiers to cause some trouble for Ronan.

so.

Unaware of the situation, Tatsuya Kondo immediately took action.

He first used swift and decisive measures to suppress the restless voices within the country—those who, after suffering setbacks, attempted to pursue peace through compromise.

Only then did they begin recalling soldiers scattered around the world.

He lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and pondered:

A million versus one person—this is gambling with the fate of the entire nation.

Even if it were a million pigs, it would take several days and nights to kill them one by one.

This battle.

We will win.

Chapter 200, The Death of Michael

It's unclear where Kondo Tatsuya got his confidence from, but it was probably influenced by the "Gyokusai" (honorable death) slogan of the 1940s.

While he was gathering his troops, a series of changes also occurred in the Demon Village.

Because it involved the entire nation's resources, some officers, adhering to the principle of making the best use of resources, believed that everything in the surrounding area that could be utilized should be used.

So Kansas, who had previously suffered a loss in silence, took advantage of the situation and led its army to invade the land of demons without authorization.

The demon king, who had yet to find his benefactor, was instantly defeated by the empire's overwhelming force of tens of thousands.

However, unlike in the original timeline, she did not die, but was captured by Kansas and became cannon fodder in the plan.

In the neighboring country, Clayman, who was waiting for an opportunity, saw this scene and decisively intervened, buying the Demon King's daughter.

If you can't control the Demon King, controlling her daughter is a good alternative. Although she didn't take human form, she inherited her daughter's excellent talents.

At only two hundred years old, he possessed the strength of a general under his command.

"Hmph, damn Frey, now I'll see how you manage to escape this predicament."

"With the entire army of the Eastern Empire mobilized, even if that hero is lucky enough to survive, he will surely perish in the face of an army of a million."

Outside the demon realm, Clayman held a small fox, a sinister smile on his face.

The little fox fell into a coma, but a trace of hatred remained on its face.

Looking down at it, he immediately noticed his empty right hand. Kreman snorted and began to regenerate.

In his view, since the Tianyi Kingdom was destined to perish no matter what, there was no need to hold onto this lesson.

And this is precisely why the Eastern Empire was willing to sell the little fox to him.

One more or one less makes no difference.

"Colonel Kansas, it was a pleasure working with you. If you have the chance in the future, remember to come and see me again."

Kreman bowed slightly, making an exaggerated gesture of respect.

Kansas, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, glanced at him dismissively and nodded casually.

He wondered if having tens of thousands of demons as cannon fodder would be enough.

The Demon King may be powerful, but he is still just an ordinary demon king...

"Never mind, as long as it reduces our own casualties."

"Let's go, everyone. War is about to break out. We must not embarrass His Majesty."

Kansas waved his hand, ash falling as he turned and led the group away from the demon land.

Kreman watched them leave in silence, while the little fox in his arms gradually woke up as the effects of the medicine wore off.

It opened its amber eyes and saw itself being held in someone's arms. Then it saw its mother being taken away in a prison van.

Immediately, his pupils contracted to a thin line, and his hair stood on end.

"Awoo!"

It let out a shrill howl from deep in its throat and kicked out with its hind legs toward Clayman's abdomen.

However, its struggles were so futile. Kreman easily seized its neck, a vital spot, and sneered:

"Trying to escape? Hmph, I bought you with my own money, how could I let you succeed?"

"You should be able to understand me, right? Remember, from this moment on, I—'Puppet Master' Clayman—am your master."

The little fox was furious. It flailed its limbs in mid-air and turned its head to bite.

Kreman snorted coldly and immediately increased the pressure of his grip.

"Awoo."

A wave of suffocation washed over it, and it let out a painful whimper, its tail drooping limply. Clearly, it hadn't expected that such a bastard would abuse a child.

Demons take four hundred years to reach adulthood, and at only two hundred years old, it would be about ten years old in human terms.

But Kreman didn't care at all. Seeing that the pet had finally calmed down, he picked it up and muttered to himself:

“A beast is a beast. Never mind, I’ll discipline you slowly when we get back.”

"I've heard that demons can become stronger by accumulating resentment."

"I wonder what stage you will reach after your entire family and even your clan are all killed."

"This is really something to look forward to."

The little fox's eyes suddenly widened.

Just by imagining the scene based on the words, resentment involuntarily grew, and the originally golden pupils gradually turned blood red.

Seeing this, Kreman laughed again.

We've really struck gold!

After returning, I will use this incident to provoke him every now and then. I believe that before long, a demon king will emerge under my command.

Although it can't compare to Frey, but...

"Hmph, just a dead man. In this world, only the living are the winners."

With a cold laugh, Kreman took it directly back to the Puppet Kingdom. The little fox's whimpers dissipated in the wind.

……

Meanwhile, underground, the angelic army had already been defeated.

Even though the number approached one hundred over time, it was no match for the wrath of God.

As the last angel disappeared, Ronan turned his gaze to Feldway.

Sylvia stood to the side, hands on her knees, panting heavily.

Even with the Thunder King greatly alleviating his physical fatigue, he was starting to feel the strain of facing so many powerful opponents at once.

She managed to look up at Ronan beside her, and seeing his nonchalant demeanor, she couldn't help but marvel at his stamina.

Thankfully, they weren't enemies.

"That's it? Phew... It seems their trump cards aren't that great."

"You're right, sir. So, what's next?"

Sylvia took a few breaths, wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, and glanced intentionally or unintentionally at Michael, whose gaze was cold and gloomy.

Ever since Michael learned that Ronan's ultimate skill surpassed his own, he has dared not act rashly again.

Ronan's gaze also fell on him, and he nodded calmly, saying:

"Naturally, we should nip it in the bud. Let me do it."

"Go and help Luminas. Make sure you capture that guy named Jeshir alive."

It's unclear whether Kreman has any connection with the Eastern Empire. If so, then they should be eliminated as well.

Before, he apologized and made amends, making it difficult for him to take action. Now the situation is different.

“Yes.” Sylvia gave the two of them a deep look, then turned and left.

She knew in her heart that with her strength, it would be quite difficult to deal with Michael, let alone deal with another person.

On the contrary, Jahir is different. They know each other well, and if it's two against one, they should be able to capture him quickly.

So, after Sylvia vanished in a flash of lightning, Jashir's exaggerated screams rang out without any attempt to conceal her cries for help.

"..."

Feldwi ignored him with a gloomy face. He secretly used his powers to initiate spatial transfer, but received no response.