readytorunbook Chapter 861 - 861
Chapter 861 - 861
In the end, it's all the fault of someone who said a month ago that he was going out for a while but still hasn't returned!No matter how embarrassing this is, it's his face that's being lost!
"Heh heh heh, to think someone could make it this far—I'll give you some praise for now!"
Just then, a chilling, sinister cold suddenly filled the entire hall.
At the same time, a tall figure clad entirely in armor, with a mask covering its face, appeared before everyone's eyes.
Inside the hall.
The Demon King appeared before the throne at the head of the room, slowly sat down, crossed his legs, rested his elbows on the armrests—striking the same domineering pose as a certain golden hero—and looked down upon the four people below with an air of superiority.
"You're back?"
Airi Yasaka was slightly taken aback as she looked at Eiji, who was sitting there with an arrogant posture, and waves of intense emotion surged in her heart.
He's finally back!
God only knows how much pressure she's been under this past month. Her strength had weakened considerably, and she was constantly afraid someone would break through to the fifth level. She had no choice but to keep summoning elites from the Demon King's Castle, all the while hoping he would return sooner.
Besides that, as she gazed at that figure, a faint sense of nostalgia welled up inside her.
"That's the Demon King?"
Yūyū secretly observed the Demon King.
She carefully memorized the Demon King's appearance and mannerisms.
When I go back, everyone will definitely ask me all sorts of questions about the Demon King. If I answer them well, I'm sure I'll make lots of friends!
Just thinking about this made Yūyū incredibly excited.
"The Demon King? You were in the castle all along?"
Jedith was startled and cast a suspicious glance toward Airi Yasaka.
Didn't you say he wasn't here?
How do you explain this?
"She was messing with you."
Eiji kindly explained.
"Bullshit! It's clearly you who's been messing with everyone!"
Airi Yasaka immediately flew into a rage, completely disregarding her dignity as she pointed at Eiji's nose and cursed him out loud.
All the nostalgia from their reunion and the slight stirrings in her heart vanished completely in that moment!
This bastard has always been an expert at ruining the mood!
Prince Jedith didn't believe her, automatically interpreting Airi's words as the fury of someone whose lies had been exposed.
And that made sense—as the Demon King, he should at least be a man of his word. Only then could he command respect. How could he just stand people up like that?
Yūyū and Kyouya Mitsurugi clearly thought the same.
"Whatever… say what you want."
Only Airi Yasaka wore an expression as if she were having a heart attack.
She didn't want to deal with this bastard of a Demon King anymore!
"Hmph, alright. So the three of you are the ones who made it to the fifth level this time?"
Eiji snorted lightly, temporarily setting aside the witch, and shifted his gaze to Yūyū and the other two.
"As I promised before, if you can defeat me, you may make a wish. If it's within my power, I won't refuse!"
Eiji sat arrogantly on his throne, as if he didn't take them seriously at all.
"You may begin whenever you're ready."
"Begin whenever?"
Prince Jedith and Kyouya Mitsurugi exchanged glances, their faces showing clear displeasure at being looked down upon.
He was sitting there so casually, not even bothering to stand up.
"To let us start at any time, just how little does he think of us?"
"Then I'll gladly accept!"
Prince Jedith took a deep breath.
He raised the magic sword in his hand, fueled by the anger of being looked down upon, and was about to step forward—
A sudden chill assaulted his entire body!
Before his foot could even land, his whole body froze in place.
"...Your Highness?"
Kyouya Mitsurugi, who was preparing to team up with Jedith, was about to provide support when he suddenly saw Jedith frozen in place. He couldn't help but frown and cautiously probe.
Sweat continuously dripped from Jedith's forehead, his eyes flashing with intense terror.
Kyouya Mitsurugi couldn't help but freeze.
What's going on?
He didn't see the Demon King make any moves? Could it be some kind of mental attack?
"In that case, I'll—"
Kyouya Mitsurugi immediately stepped forward, raising the magic sword in his hand high.
But the moment he prepared to strike, an intense premonition of death appeared in his mind, forcibly halting his movement!
What is this?!
Kyouya Mitsurugi's entire body stiffened, his eyes wide open, his cheeks twitching uncontrollably.
He would die!
He would definitely die!
If he dared take even one step forward, there would be no turning back!
It was as if hell itself lay ahead, the dwelling place of the god of death. An endless aura of death washed over him—taking even one step forward would drag him into an endless abyss.
This feeling was like death itself materializing before his eyes!
Fear uncontrollably surged from the depths of his heart, tormenting his nerves to the breaking point. In the blink of an eye, it felt like ten thousand years had passed, rapidly eroding his fighting spirit until he could barely even hold his sword steady.
"Eh? Eh?"
Yuyu looked at the two with a confused expression.
Even though the Demon King hadn't done anything, the two of them were already drenched in sweat.
Could it be that they knew they couldn't defeat the Demon King and were looking for a way to save face?
Yuyu thought to herself irresponsibly. As a mage who always provided support from the rear, she had managed to avoid this ordeal.
"What happened?"
Airi Yamasaka frowned deeply, her eyes full of confusion as she watched the two in the arena.
With her keen eyesight, she could naturally tell that these two weren't acting—they were genuinely forced to stop by their fear of death.
"What's wrong? Aren't you going to attack?"
At that moment, the Demon King's deep voice suddenly echoed from the throne.
"Is this the extent of the kingdom's strongest army?"
His tone was neither light nor heavy, completely flat without any fluctuation.
It represented how little the Demon King thought of them!
Jedith's face was deathly pale, as if afflicted by a serious illness.
He gritted his teeth so hard it seemed he might draw blood from his gums.
Intense madness surged in his eyes.
"Raaaaaagh—!!"
Then, as his entire body convulsed violently, he suddenly stepped forward, stomping his foot on the ground!
But in that very instant.
"Swish!"
"Swish!"
"Swish!"
The gentle breeze drifting through the hall suddenly transformed into soul-reaping hooks.
The breeze gathered together, forming numerous tiny wind blades that directly struck Jedith's body. Ignoring all the defensive magic items and armor he wore, rendering all resistance skills useless, they left dozens of fine blood marks on his body!
Jedith's eyes rolled back as he slowly collapsed to the ground.
"Your Highness!"
Kyouya Mitsurugi's expression changed dramatically.
"To actually harm His Highness like this right before my eyes... This is my fault!"
Could you be any more narcissistic?
With or without you makes no difference, okay?
Clap clap clap!
Ignoring Kyouya Mitsurugi's narcissistic remarks, Eiji offered applause to Jedius.
"Under the pull of my causality, you should have known that taking one step forward meant certain death. Yet you still dared to approach me. In terms of courage alone, you already rival the heroic figures recorded in history!"
"Tell me, what makes you so persistent?"