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

"Give me back my child!"

Her once clear eyes have been tainted by darkness.

Kansas looked up and snorted coldly. As a strong man, he enjoyed watching the weak and the weak raging in helplessness.

Seemingly to provoke the other party and generate more resentment, Kansas slowly lit a cigarette and deliberately said:

"Child? You mean that little fox? I'm sorry, I've already sold her because someone offered a high price for her pelt."

"As you know, our empire adheres to the principle of might makes right. A little fox that is useless and only wastes food is nothing more than a 'little fox'."

“If you want to see her, I can bring the buyer over sometime, and maybe you and your daughter can be reunited, albeit on her neck.”

Clang, clang, clang—!

The cage trembled more violently, the Demon King's hair stood on end, and his power was increasing at a visible rate.

call……

Kansas slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, the white mist obscuring the slightly upturned corners of his mouth.

Just as he was thinking that there was still some time before the war started, he should be able to help her reach the stage of near-awakening as a Demon King.

"Waaaaah—!"

A rapid alarm sounded outside the door.

Before he could turn around to figure out what had happened, the door was suddenly kicked open.

"you…"

Light streamed in,

Kansas had just gotten up when, by sheer coincidence, he crashed head-on into the flying iron gate, and was sent flying uncontrollably dozens of meters away.

His cheeks were visibly distorted, and the cigarette flew from his fingers and fell to the ground.

Clang—the sound abruptly stopped.

The Demon King stood there, stunned.

Chapter 203: Gaining the power of faith, my divine body is enhanced; Wind Spirit Moon Shadow, give me some points!

"Mother--"

The little fox's clear call instantly brought the Demon King back to his senses.

It wasn't until the soft fur touched her skin that she suddenly realized it was her daughter.

Her pupils cleared, the blackness receding like a tide. She struggled to lift her bloodstained fingers, trying to touch them, but only managed a hiss.

With both hands and feet pierced, he was suspended in mid-air and unable to exert any strength.

Seeing this, the little fox was extremely anxious and quickly turned around:

"My benefactor, please save my mother!"

Ronan entered the room, surveying the scene before him as he waved his hand, severing the chains binding her from a distance.

With a crash, the Demon King fell from the sky. She instinctively curled up, her nine tails protecting her vitals.

At that moment, Ronan's gaze fell upon the map on the table not far away.

A quick glance reveals the distribution of the major military regions; with this information, one can know which areas the Eastern Empire has invaded.

Just as they were about to collect it, not far away, Kansas struggled to get up from the ruins, his face swollen like a pig's head.

He straightened a few teeth, spitting out some that had fallen out, and, enduring the pain, spoke in a cold voice:

"Who are you? How dare you barge in like this? Aren't you afraid of facing empire sanctions?"

He didn't say anything stupid like surrendering, because he was being beaten so badly that threats were useless, so he might as well try to intimidate them.

Ronan looked at him; though he was not in human form, he knew that the other was one of the immortals guarding this place.

He chuckled and said, "I've already barged in, and you're still asking me if I'm afraid of sanctions? Your thought process is really slow."

"Yeah, Kansas, right?"

Ronan glanced at the name tag hanging on his chest and waved again.

A powerful force precisely severed the cage, allowing the little fox to escape safely with its mother.

Witnessing this, he paused, then continued:

"I regret to inform you that you have been caught, and not just you, but everyone here has been caught."

"Given the current state of the Demon Village, and based on the numerous crimes you have committed, such as invasion and plunder, I will punish you with divine retribution."

"By the way, there's no use in running away. Before this, I executed Kreman, who cooperated with you in spreading rumors."

"Do you have anything to say in your defense?"

Kansas fell silent. Divine retribution? What arrogant words.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he faced a situation where the enemy had already breached the camp and he had virtually no way to retreat...

He slowly pulled a cigarette from his pocket, his fingertips trembling. With great difficulty, he rubbed his fingers together and then calmly lit the cigarette.

He exhaled a puff of smoke, and suddenly—

"Boom!"

He smashed through the wall and turned to run away.

As he fled, he cursed inwardly, "Just wait until the sage arrives, you'll see! What kind of skill is it to bully an immortal?"

Because he hadn't been in the Imperial Army for long, he had no idea of ​​Ronan's identity.

However, once her legs disappeared, she stumbled forward like a spinning top that had lost its balance, only to realize that she was wrong, terribly wrong.

Glug glug.

boom!

He crashed into a tree, gritting his teeth and contorting his face.

With only his remaining arms barely supporting his body, he saw Ronan appear in front of him in the blink of an eye, and felt an unprecedented sense of despair.

Knowing he was about to die, even the usually stern and unsmiling man began to beg for mercy:

"Wait, wait a minute, isn't this something wrong? Why are you standing up for them? They're demons!"

"Isn't invasion and plunder just as common as humans encroaching on animal territory?"

"We are human beings, we are companions! If you are willing to spare me, I will certainly put in a good word for you before the emperor!"

"At that time..."

"The Emperor, ah, are you talking about him?"

Before Kansas could finish speaking, Ronan retrieved Rudra's head from the warp.

Because it has been processed, it is neither bloody nor horrifying at this moment; it looks like a mold.

Even so, Kansas's eyes widened instantly, his pupils shrinking to the size of pinpoints.

"N-Nani?"

He blurted out a phrase in another world's language, wishing he were hallucinating at that moment.

However, only a few people had seen the emperor's face, and I was one of them.

Considering the other party's strength, they probably wouldn't stoop to lying, and that's why...

"You despicable regicide!"

He roared hysterically, went mad, drew the dagger from his waist, and lunged forward to fight to the death.

Since even the emperor died silently, how could he possibly escape this calamity?

Unfortunately, his struggles were as weak and powerless as those of the little fox back then.

He was easily kicked away, vomiting a pound of blood and countless fragments of internal organs. He lay hunched over on the ground, like a shrimp.

"Despicable? Spreading rumors about my death is despicable. Who's your ally?"

"They are human, but those who wantonly harm humans for their own selfish desires do not deserve to be called human."

"Including you, and also those guys behind you."

Kansas was speechless, his unfocused eyes fixed on Ronan. Before losing consciousness, he desperately wanted to ask, "Who has harmed humanity?"

It's just about driving some guys out of their hometowns. The empire forcibly conscripts them, and it's their honor to serve the empire.

Those who die on the battlefield can only blame their bad luck and lack of strength; otherwise, why didn't others die?

Unfortunately, as his heart stopped beating and his gaze fell, he never had the chance to ask these questions again.

Seeing this, Ronan gave a soft snort and stopped looking. He had heard Kansas's thoughts before he died.

I thought there were far too many people like this, too many to eliminate or kill completely, but it would be enough to kill them until they were afraid.

"Perhaps this is the correct way to use the King of Justice or even the God of Order: to create the order I perceive."

"No wonder we need glory, courage and justice. The world can have wars, but never this kind of war of aggression."

Ronan waved his hand, wiping away the corpses of Kansas and collecting their souls, when he saw the Demon King staggering toward him with her daughter.

"I have met my benefactor."

She bowed slightly, her voice gentle, and despite her tattered clothes, she still exuded the elegance of a noblewoman.

With his nine fluffy tails swaying, Ronan grunted and then vanished to execute the rest.

The little fox led its mother to a quiet place to sit. Three minutes later, a large number of demons were released, and Ronan reappeared, asking:

"The matter is basically resolved. Where are you going next? Are you going back to your hometown?"

"I was thinking of taking you in as a pet because I felt sorry for you, but now that I see you and your mother are having such a good time, I think I'll pass."

The little fox was taken aback. For some reason, even though the words were quite lighthearted, it felt somewhat disappointed.

The Demon King hurriedly said:

"What? May I ask if you have taken a fancy to my daughter? It's alright, a pet is fine, there's nothing wrong with it, I have no objection."