NFBE Chapter 213 The Demon Realm is not short of slaves
Chapter 213 The Demon Realm is not short of slaves
As soon as you step out of the scorching, suffocating core area of the Demon Valley.
The forced respect on Waksha's face instantly disappeared, replaced by a sinister and violent look like a volcanic eruption.
"boom--!!!"
The giant fist wrapped in violent magic power slammed hard on a thick obsidian pillar beside the passage!
The hard rocks of the Demon Realm shattered like fragile glass, and the broken stones shot out like cannonballs, creating countless deep pits on the ground and filling the air with smoke and dust.
"Lanling Chi! That damned, arrogant, clueless Herald!" Waksha's voice was like a chilling wind from hell, every word laced with venom and murderous intent. "A mere human! Relying solely on the few shabby rules passed down by our ancestors, he dared to reject this prince time and again! He trampled on my sincerity! Who does he think he is?!"
His red eyes burned with rage, and the magical energy emanating from his body distorted the air. The ground beneath his feet sizzled in the high temperature, cracking into spider-web-like patterns.
The humiliation of being exposed and despised by his adoptive father in public, coupled with Lanling Chi's arrogant rejection, almost made this prince, who was famous for his strength and ambition, lose his mind.
At this time, Hilde, who had been half a step behind Waksha, as if blending into the shadows, took a step forward.
His young and handsome face showed just the right amount of respectfulness and a hint of subtle calculation.
"Your Highness, please calm down." His voice was low, yet remarkably clear, carrying a strangely soothing power that pierced through Waksha's rage. "Lanling Chi is merely a mortal, bound by ancient traditions. His arrogance stems from ignorance and a fear of the coming of true power. Getting angry over such an insignificant person truly undermines your dignity."
Waksha jerked his head aside, his blazing red eyes fixed on Hilde, as if he could see right through him. "Not worth it?! Hilde, you say not worth it?!" He practically roared, "Without the Herald's contract, without the damned approval of the Lanling family! Even if I killed that bastard Selie and seized the throne, in the eyes of those old stubborn people, I'd still be a fucking usurper with no legitimate reason! What I want is the submission of the entire demon world, genuine submission! Not silence suppressed by force!"
The importance of heraldry in the ancient heritage and symbolism of the demon world represents "orthodoxy".
Hilde lowered his head slightly to hide the gleam in his eyes.
When he looked up again, a meaningful smile was on his face: "Your Highness, why are you so obsessed with his consent?"
Waksha frowned, his violent magic power subsiding slightly: "What do you mean? Explain clearly!"
Hilde's voice lowered, but every word reached Waksha's ears clearly, carrying a bewitching power: "Your Highness, you have fallen into a misunderstanding. The core of the Lanling family's contract has always been to recognize only one thing—who sits on the Demon King's throne. The signing of the contract is a result, not a prerequisite."
He paused briefly, observing Waksha's reaction. Seeing the fury in his eyes give way to a hint of thought, he continued, "As long as you become the Demon King, reigning supreme, wielding absolute power and authority... then, no matter how reluctant Lanling Chi is, no matter how much he secretly resents him, he will have to bow down! After all, a Herald's duty is to serve the Demon King! His personal wishes are worthless before the iron laws of the Demon Realm and the king's authority. At that time, the contract will naturally become a natural outcome, and he'll even have no choice but to sign it."
Hilde's words were like pouring a bucket of ice water on Waksha's boiling anger, calming him down instantly.
Waksha narrowed his dangerous crimson eyes, his red hair moving silently. "You mean... the result is all that matters, not the process? As long as I take that position, all obstacles, including Lanling Chi's arrogance, will be crushed?"
"That's right, Your Highness." Hilde bowed gracefully. "The process may require some... extraordinary measures, but the result is what matters most. Strength reigns supreme, and the victors take all. History is always written by the victors. When you are crowned, Lanling Chi's bow will only be another footnote to your supreme majesty."
Waksha fell silent. He slowly turned around and looked towards the vaguely visible lava throne in the depths of the Demon Valley, which symbolized supreme power. His eyes flashed with naked desire and determination to win.
The corners of his mouth curled up in a cold and feral arc. It was as if the previous rage had never existed, leaving only cold calculation. "You're right, Hilde. I was too obsessed with formalities before."
He paused, as if talking to himself, or as if confirming a crucial fact with Hilde, "After all...my adoptive father only has me and Celie as his adopted sons. Even though we're not his biological children..."
"But," Waksha's voice suddenly turned sharp, filled with decisiveness, "that throne is destined to be mine! Sele... and that annoying emblem envoy... they all need to understand who will be the future ruler of the demon world!"
He no longer looked at the broken obsidian pillar, but strode forward, his red hair fluttering behind him like a battle flag.
Shortly after Waksha and Hilde disappeared around the corner of the passage leading to the Seventh Legion’s headquarters.
In the shadow of an inconspicuous, jagged rock above the passage, which was illuminated by the lava and flickered in brightness, the space distorted ever so slightly.
A pair of cold, emotionless red eyes flashed in the shadows.
He is Erdos.
Yang Xining was escorted by Negal's personal guards through the wasteland of the demon world. The demon chain made a harsh sound as it dragged across the charred land.
Her eyes were fixed on Negal's back in front of her. The gray-haired devil walked with grace and ease.
"Negal." She lowered her voice, making sure only he could hear, the rattle of chains drowning out her voice. "Has there been a blond, blue-eyed man imprisoned here lately? About thirty years old, with burns on his face?"
Negar didn't stop, but tilted his head ever so slightly, a hint of genuine doubt flashing across his red eyes: "Blonde hair, blue eyes?"
"There's also a human male in his fifties, surnamed Yang." Yang Xining stared intently at his sharply defined face beneath his gray hair, not missing a single expression. "Have you seen him?"
Negar let out a short chuckle, his gray hair floating in the fishy and hot wind. "Little guy, why would I capture an ordinary human? The last thing the demon world needs is slaves."
His fingertips carelessly rubbed the black crystal ring on his left thumb, which was glowing with a faint light, as if he was savoring a toy.
Yang Xining's heart sank suddenly - could it be that Dad and Dias were really not in the Shadow Castle?
Did Celie hide them deeper?
Or...is Erdos's information wrong?
She forced herself to calm down.
"Are you sure you haven't seen it?" she asked, with a hint of imperceptible urgency in her voice.
Negal finally stopped, turned sideways, and glanced at her with his lava-red eyes, with a playful arc at the corner of his lips: "What? Do you suspect that I am lying to you?" He looked at her with scrutiny.