DEMON CASTLE-Chapter 83

After the Dark Dragon King was slain, the war took a one-sided turn, and with the aid of the epic undead, the army of darkness was swiftly slaughtered. Among them, only the sorceresses survived thanks to Hazard, as they were once the wrathful champions of both Demon Kings, driven to eliminate all their enemies.

Hours passed as the battlefield was being cleared. Inside a castle north of the battlefield, the two Demon Kings sat in their humanoid forms—Scarlet having transformed into a white Abyssal Maw with some purple scales—on chairs opposite Hazard's desk. They were examining Hazard's books while Hazard himself sat down, trying to calm himself as he reviewed his forces' casualties.

"You've gathered quite a collection of books... The only intelligent race on the Endless Sands continent were the desert cannibals... They weren't fond of writing, or else I would have loved to build a library like this."

"You could just buy them from the market..."

"I did buy a few, but they weren't in good condition, and their writing was overly complex. Not like these ones."

"Yeah, literature in this world is complicated, and authors tend to overcomplicate and add unnecessary twists to each page just to showcase their skill to the reader."

"Strange people... But where did you get these?"

"The sorceresses I recruited write them in their spare time. They gather information from across the world—rumors, legends, daily stories. Since they don't need to use complex and sophisticated language to cater to the main book customers—the nobles—they write in a more classic and comedic style, making the books more lively and approachable."

Scarlet nodded at this and picked up another book, glancing at Hazard as she read.

"The Legend of the Lady of the Lake... I've heard this name a lot. Among her children, Archduke Lancelot is the most famous."

"Yeah, but there's not much information about her, and some even say Lancelot was actually adopted by the Lady of the Lake, though there's no solid proof for it."

"Anyway, Hazard, once my forces' transfer is complete, I'll summon the other Demon Kings to sign a pact with you. After that, I'll begin my march southward."

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At that moment, outside the castle, millions of Abyssal Maws marched in perfect legion formation, emerging from the portal and moving southward.

Meanwhile, at the heart of the continent, near the capital and deep underground, a luminous lake existed. Kneeling before it were three men: Archduke Pellaeus, Archduke Boris, and Archduke Lionel.

Pellaeus, the husband of the Lady of the Lake, was a man at the pinnacle of epic power, serving in the shadows of the Empire as its intelligence commander. His two sons, however, had their peak Warlord power sealed due to their proximity to their mother, reducing them to a temporarily suppressed epic-level state.

As all three knelt before the underground lake, a radiant light shimmered across its surface. Emerging from the lake was a breathtakingly beautiful woman, standing two meters tall, with fair skin, sky-blue hair, and golden eyes. Clad in a thin, glowing garment, she stood before them.

"My husband and children... I know why you are here... but the seals on each of you are meant to protect the blood that flows through your veins."

She spoke in a mesmerizing, enchanting voice, yet none of them moved. Only Pellaeus raised his head and gazed at her.

"The enemies of humanity have now reached a legendary level. To save our people, remove the seals on our children's power and grant them the chance to fight for the world's salvation. I know you are forced to remain hidden because of the god behind them, but let our children save the innocent—Nimue, I beg you! Do not take my request lightly!"

Silence fell. As a member of the merfolk race—believed to have been extinct for millennia—she still cared for humanity, as her children and their descendants lived among them.

"You are sending them to court death! I cannot—"

"Mother!"

Boris and Lionel stood up. Despite having lived for centuries, the age gap between them and their mother was like heaven and earth.

"There is power within us that you have sealed, preventing us from using it!"

"Lancelot is struggling in the north, fighting with his restricted strength while being forced to follow the orders of that enthralled king!"

"Mother, if you unbind us and let us use our full power, the flames of war will be extinguished!"

"If Father's power is unsealed as well, no one will be able to threaten your lineage!"

Nimue, the Lady of the Lake, who had been caught in the shouts of her sons, turned her gaze to her husband.

"Is it truly worth risking your lives for these mortals? Your enemies wield divine and faith-based techniques! Come with your family to me instead, and I will protect you!"

However, Pellaeus stood firm and took Nimue's hands.

"Living above has made us dependent... We cannot spend the rest of our lives in this dark cavern. Free our sons' power and mine as well, so we can end the servants of the Dark God and banish him from this world. Only then will you, too, be freed from this prison!"

Hearing this, the Lady of the Lake fell into contemplation as she slowly retreated into the water.

"Pellaeus, unsealing your power would bring an apocalypse upon mortals... Boris and Lionel will suffice. If they need help, I shall summon Lancelot to assist them."

With that, she vanished into the lake as Boris and Lionel—men appearing to be in their thirties but having lived for centuries—collapsed to the ground. Their power surged continuously, rising through the ranks—low epic, mid epic, high epic, legendary—before stopping just before the mythical level.

With this, the Empire's secret intelligence commander smiled, now ready to convince King Arthur to wage war against the elves, as with his two newly ascended legends, he felt no threats remained.