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

Chapter 58, page 59: The story of how I, a hero, was summoned by the Demon King.

The candlelight burned dimly in the cold hall.

The gray stone pillars cast eerie shadows.

A blond man stared coldly at the girl lying on the magic circle before him, his face filled with disappointment.

"Failed again..."

The girl was severely burned all over her body and was weak and powerless, but the man showed no pity in his eyes.

He is one of the ten demon kings, Leon Cromwell, who possesses the golden land of Eldorard and is known as the platinum demon.

He meticulously prepared for this summons, spending a full thirty days on it, yet he still failed at the last hurdle.

Thinking of this, Leon frowned impatiently.

He secretly calculated that such a summoning was extremely tedious, taking several years, decades, or even longer to be performed.

He no longer had the energy to waste.

Leon's expression was cold and indifferent; he had originally intended to ignore the girl's life or death.

After all, as the Demon King, he had long been accustomed to disregarding life.

However, at that moment, the girl's fingers, which had lost their skin and flesh, revealing the muscle texture, trembled slightly.

Immediately afterwards, she uttered a muffled sentence that sounded like a foreign language:

"Help, help me..."

The sound was as faint as a candle flickering in the wind, yet Leon keenly caught it.

At the same time, possessing [Magic Perception], which allows him to convert sound waves imbued with intention into understandable language, he instantly understood the meaning of these words.

"Oh?" Leon raised an eyebrow, turned his head to look, and a hint of barely perceptible interest flashed in his eyes.

He was surprised that the girl was still conscious in a near-death state; most people would have fainted from the pain after such severe injuries.

But he was only surprised; he quickly looked away. The girl caught his cold gaze, and her heart was filled with despair.

Just as the girl lost her temper and wanted to curse the demon king.

tread.

I heard footsteps behind me, followed by more chaotic footsteps.

These sounds interrupted the girl's thoughts and brought her to an abrupt halt to the words she was about to utter.

Leon turned around at the sound, his brows furrowing tightly.

Above the magic circle, behind the girl, ripples appeared in the space, and four people emerged one after another.

The leader was a man dressed in a retro white robe with a long sword at his waist.

Behind him were three women... no, to be precise, girls.

Their clothing styles are similar, and they both have an ancient aesthetic.

call…

At this time.

Just then, a cold wind blew by, causing the eerie candlelight to flicker even more violently, making their appearance seem particularly strange.

"you…"

Leon's eyes flickered slightly, completely unable to believe that his summoning circle had summoned five people at once.

While there have been precedents of summoning multiple people at once, those required perfect timing and came at an unimaginable cost.

Moreover, he summoned a child under ten years old. What does that have to do with the adult man in front of him?

Leon's heart instantly went on high alert.

He narrowed his eyes, subconsciously took a half step back, and thought to himself:

"The enemy...?"

Anyone who can silently pass through the barrier, bypass all the guards, and break into the castle must possess the strength of a demon king.

But why have I never seen them before?

With a slight frown, Leon drew his weapon, and a tense atmosphere filled the air.

He asked in a deep voice:

Who are you?

Ronan calmly looked around, not answering Leon's question for the time being.

At this moment, he was filled with doubt. Where had the goddess teleported him?

The gloomy layout, the oppressive atmosphere, and the girl beside me who was nearly dead and seemed to have suffered terribly—it all looked like the villain's lair.

In addition, the sounds he heard while traversing space also bothered him greatly.

It seems to be a gaming term—like acquiring the "Language Mastery" skill.

Although I didn't hear it clearly, that's roughly the gist of it.

So... this is a game world?

Ronan was pondering when his gaze suddenly fixed on the blond man in front of him.

—Actually, she looks more like a woman, but Feng Lingyueying wouldn't make a mistake; her displayed life points are 50,000, which is equivalent to 500 ordinary people.

In other words, his recovery and even his ability to withstand blows are five hundred times that of an ordinary person.

This number surprised Ronan, considering that even the strongest creature he had ever encountered only had three thousand life points.

Of course, goddesses are an exception.

Even so, it is still a rather exaggerated comparison.

It seems this is indeed a remarkable world.

rustling~

At this moment, Vlame hugged Ronan's leg tightly and gently tugged at his sleeve with her small hand, indicating that the girl beside her was about to die.

Kind-hearted, she couldn't bear to see life slip away.

Seeing this, Ronan nodded slightly.

Then, he met Leon Cromwell's wary gaze.

With a casual wave of his hand, the girl was fully revived.

The burns on his body disappeared at a visible speed, and his originally charred skin gradually returned to its fair appearance.

Her breathing gradually became steady, and her chest rose and fell rhythmically.

Feeling lightness in her body and the disappearance of pain, the girl blinked blankly.

She stared at Ronan in disbelief as she clenched her fists and tried to get up from the ground.

"this…"

"I…"

She was incoherent, her mind filled with shock, and only one thought occupied her thoughts.

——Lord God? !

Leon squinted, watching Ronan's entire rescue process, completely baffled as to how it was accomplished.

In the two hundred years since he became the Demon King, he had never seen anything like this.

Without using healing potions or magic, one can completely heal another's fatal injuries.

Considering the opponent's strength, could this be some kind of ultimate skill?

If that's the case, its threat level will need to be increased again.

After all, the opponent was a swordsman…

call…

Leon exhaled and made a decision instantly.

Without hesitation, he summoned the Fire Spirit and simultaneously used the Thought Network to contact several of his subordinates.

In an instant, Ronan and his companions were surrounded.

"Catch them."

Leon gave the order in a cold voice.

So what if he's comparable to a demon king? He himself is a demon king.

As a former hero, he possesses both unparalleled swordsmanship honed to perfection during his human days and unmatched magical energy.

In this world, apart from the three ancient demon kings, there is no one he dares not provoke.

Ronan, this unfamiliar face, was clearly not within his sphere of concern.

Just as Leon was pondering how much of the enemy's strength he could deplete with his men, and how he should deal with these intruders...

boom!

A loud explosion disrupted his thoughts.

Looking up, he saw that even the girl next to Ronan was no match for his men; one by one, they were all easily beaten to the ground.

The fire spirit, which was about to unleash its explosive flames, was also frozen in ice. The solid ice layer tightly encased it, and even the high temperature of over a thousand degrees Celsius could not melt it.

"...!"

Leon was taken aback upon seeing this, and the expression on his face instantly froze.

Chapters 59 and 60: Visitors from Another World, the Decapitated Demon King

Leon stood there, staring in disbelief at the mess before him.

He knew that even if he personally intervened, it would be impossible to defeat all his men in such a short time.