Chapter 105: Demon Lord
July 8, 2015
Author: Floating Tower
Blood dripped down.
The sounds of dying moans from the injured and the excited howls of werewolves filled the air. Eugene found the noise extremely irritating, so he picked up a spear and swiftly impaled the barking werewolf to the ground. The battlefield fell silent; in fact, the fighting had already ended. Eugene didn’t even glance at the blood-red-eyed, furious werewolves and simply walked forward. Along the way, all the half-orcs he encountered knelt down. The Toothfang Clan’s warriors suffered heavy casualties, and even without the protection of their deity, these half-elves were not as easy to deal with as expected.
Crack!
Saloth broke the arrows lodged in its chest; the crude orcish leather armor could not withstand the half-elven arrows. However, it was the strongest warrior of the tribe, and its berserk tenacity allowed it to endure the enemy’s fire. When Eugene’s aged figure approached, the towering and giant-like berserk half-orc knelt down, humbly bowing its head, and said, “Great Shaman.”
The air was thick with the smell of blood.
The clan’s warriors were tending to the injured, while the werewolves feasted on the corpses of the half-elves. This sight displeased Eugene greatly, for even as a half-orc, he detested these werewolves. If it weren’t for the need to defeat the army of Leaffall City, he would never ally with these filthy, disgusting werewolves.
“We’re back!…”
Eugene stood on the high slope, looking down at the blackened land before him. His aged face could not hide the glory of his past, and the scars on his body shone like the brightest medals, telling people how much he had been through.
Soft green grass, fertile land.
Eugene slowly knelt down, the skull pendant on his chest gently touching the ground. This half-orc shaman, who had walked through a long age, kissed the earth. His rough, calloused fingers pinched the black soil and brought it to his mouth to taste it. It had a briny, bitter flavor, but a look of intoxication appeared on Eugene’s face. He slowly stood up, drew the war spear from his back, and then thrust it heavily into the ground before him.
He turned to face his kin and roared with all his might, “We have finally returned!!!…”
“This land has always belonged to us!…”
The furious roar echoed.
The warriors of the Toothfang Clan pounded their chests. Looking at the corpses of the half-elves lying on the ground, they gave off waves of frenzied howls.
Corpses.
Corpses.
Still corpses.
The werewolves were enjoying a feast, but behind the front lines, a group of burly werewolves with black tufts stared at everything with their crimson eyes. They were stronger and more powerful than other werewolves, clad in steel armor, wielding heavy flails, and radiating a demonic aura.
Heavy footsteps approached.
A werewolf nearly three meters tall slowly walked over. Clad in full armor, the special armor bore blood-red patterns, and this imposing werewolf, frighteningly powerful, wielded a very special weapon.
It was a three-headed flail.
The heavy three-headed flail was soaked in blood, with crushed bones and meat remnants, and fragments of shields smashed to bits.
The hulking werewolf leader stood before Eugene. It looked down at the half-orc shaman with its crimson eyes, showing no care for his recent act of killing one of its kind, and spoke with a vicious expression, “The army of half-elves has already been defeated.”
“Where is what my master needs?”
Eugene turned to face the werewolf before him, undeterred by its massive size. Though it exuded an overpowering aura, it had no effect on him. He had faced giants in his youth. To him, size only meant a target easier to hit, with more weaknesses. Eugene gazed at the werewolf before him and said slowly, “One head of the Time Flail is in the hands of the half-elves.”
“We just defeated their army; how could we immediately acquire the components of the artifact?”
The werewolf leader eyed the aged half-orc before him. After a long silence, it said in a deep voice, “Where else do we need to fight? Within half a month, the components of the artifact must be presented to my master, or be prepared to see your tribe completely vanish!”
“The ghouls will hunt you day and night, and the werewolves will slaughter your clan to the last!”
“The wrath of my master is not something you can withstand!”
King of Werewolves – Yenogu.
The Demon Lord of the 422nd layer of the Bottomless Abyss, he is the god of werewolves, and the vast majority of werewolves are his subjects. He conquered the King of Ghouls – Doreisen during a struggle among the Abyss Lords, thus he is now also the master of ghouls, controlling a vast army of them. This Abyss Lord may not be as fearsome and difficult to deal with as others, but he is not something mere mortals can endure. The power of any Demon Lord is enough to rival deities, commanding an enormous legion of demons.
The weapon wielded by the King of Werewolves – Yenogu is the flail.
A three-headed flail of exquisite gold.
Eugene’s cold gaze met that of the werewolf leader, showing no sign of fear in response to its threat. The werewolf leader glanced at him and turned to walk towards the rear of the battlefield.
“Damn werewolves!”
A suppressed low growl erupted; the burly half-orc warrior stared at the retreating werewolf leader and slowly said to the great shaman before him, “Your Grace! Are we really going to give the artifact to them?”
Eugene gave him a calm glance and replied, “Yes.”
“But…” The half-orc hesitated, words caught in his throat.
Eugene turned and began to walk down the slope, gazing at the land before him and slowly said, “The Time Flail was once considered the most powerful weapon in the world! Only the Paladin’s Holy Avenger could rival it! Because of fear of its power, this artifact has been disassembled time and time again!”
“The legends of those who died by the Time Flail are countless; even the God of Slaughter used it to crush deities back in the day!”
“The King of Werewolves, Yenogu, wants this weapon.”
“If we cannot assemble it, it is one thing, but if he truly manages to gather it, on the day the Ancient Flail is resurrected, his death will be near!”
Eugene’s figure gradually faded away.
The remaining half-orc warriors were left confused; their intelligence was not enough to comprehend so much.
………………
Overseas Islands. City of Modo.
Gloria’s figure suddenly appeared near a portal connected to the Shadow Plane, and she swiftly cast several protective spells on herself before stepping into the portal.
The scene in front of her shifted.
In the blink of an eye, she had entered the Shadow Plane. At this time, the Shadow Plane had undergone some changes, with some special buildings added, and two Iron Golems stood guard. Progress in cracking the Wizard Tower was slow; the locks from the Arcane Empire contained too many secrets that they could not comprehend. However, as high-ranking Northern Witches, they had a certain understanding of the Northern Locks, and over this time, they had managed to achieve some research results.
“Mother!”
Gloria quickly approached the edge of the locks, watching the pondering Fallen Witch before her. She softly asked, “Have you discovered anything?”
There were residual energy fluctuations in the air.
The Fallen Witch turned to look at her daughter and gently nodded, “A semi-plane! This lock, like the Council’s, relies on a semi-plane to maintain it.”
“I sense the location of the Element Pool, but I cannot yet pinpoint this semi-plane!”
Planar knowledge.
Gloria’s expression grew serious as she slowly said, “There is still a connection to another semi-plane here? Can we find the entrance to the semi-plane?”
The Fallen Witch shook her head gently.
She waved her hand, adorned with a black lace glove, and a model structure resembling an illusion appeared before them, featuring four different teardrops occupying the four corners. She then spoke, “Any semi-plane is developed by the Element Pool.”
“Earth, water, wind, fire.”
“This is the foundational structure of the Material Plane; the energy from the Element Pool is the core of the semi-plane and the key to its growth.”
“Look here.”
“The four points in the lock correspond to the Element Pool; there is a semi-plane hidden here. It is precisely because of the energy supply from the semi-plane that this Wizard Tower can endure for so long.”
The image before them changed.
It was unclear what method the Fallen Witch used, but she simulated the general structure of the lock, with the central Wizard Tower as the focus, and all four regions displayed special energy markers.
“There are at least three Element Pools here.”
The Fallen Witch looked at the Wizard Tower before her and said slowly, “There should be an Element Pool inside the tower, responsible for maintaining the daily energy consumption of the Wizard Tower. Below this lock should be another Element Pool, responsible for converting energy to supply the Wizard Tower. Finally, within the semi-plane we do not know about, there should be an even larger Element Pool.”
“If this last Element Pool is still operational!”
“Since the end of the Arcane Empire era until now, the energy it has continuously provided is enough to make a semi-plane very large!”
A remarkable light sparkled in Gloria’s eyes as she murmured, “Mother! Do you mean…”
The Fallen Witch glanced at her and slowly said, “Exactly.”
“An independent, undeveloped other-dimensional space! It might be larger than the semi-plane of the Witch Council!”
“But.”
“Its entrance might be inside!”
The Fallen Witch’s gaze turned to the Wizard Tower before them, and both of them fell into a serious silence.
Unable to enter.
Even if they joined forces, they could not get in!
……………… (To be continued ~^~)
