The Guardian gods-Chapter 208

The humans under Silas saw the whole incident: the golden shield that appeared, followed by the blinding white light. It took a while before their sight was restored, and they could see the new look of their territory.

Silas’s whole castle was gone. In the place where his castle once stood, there was a huge deep burning pit of golden flames that didn’t seem like they were going to burn out anytime soon.

In the eyes of the watching humans, a golden bird-like fire flew out from the impact site before shooting off into the sky. Many humans wanted to rush into the impact site to take a closer look, but the closer they got, the more unbelievably hot it became. Their clothes even began catching on fire.

All of a sudden, the humans around took on the same expression, like puppets, they turned around as they all walked back to their homes, forgetting about the burning pit.

Among the humans, only one was left standing there after the others retreated. This human began walking toward the burning pit. His clothes burned off, and even the flesh on his body began sizzling, giving off a wafting scent of burning meat.

Yet this didn’t seem to faze the human as he jumped into the pit. The human was lit aflame immediately, his entire body catching fire. The human’s expression changed this time, but he continued walking until he reached the center of the pit, where a burned figure lay in the fetal position.

Bending down, the human touched the burnt figure, which turned into ash. Among the ash was a small shining core that was humming like a heartbeat.

A look of joy flashed across the human’s eyes as he took the core before swallowing it whole. It took a while before the human moved. Looking around, Silas thought to himself, "I’m back."

Saying that, he began laughing hysterically, even holding his stomach. Looking up at the still shining sun, Silas smirked, "I survived. It was close, but I survived."

Once the huge spear broke through his defense, Silas knew he was defeated. But Silas wasn’t going to let himself just die when he still hadn’t had enough of this world so he waited as the spear struck his castle, burning it down and burning him too. While he was burning Silas decided to play a gamble, a gamble he knew he would win if he held on long enough for the attack to diffuse.

His gamble paid off because after the spear struck his home, the golden shield went down. Silas acted immediately, picking one of the humans in his territory as a target, transferring his consciousness through the parasite laying low in the human’s body.

At the same time, not wanting to lose all he had gained all this while, Silas shrunk his power into a core that would be protected by the body turned to ash. All he needed to do was control his new human host to grab hold of the core.

Having laughed enough, Silas raised his right hand, his palm turned into a whirlpool of darkness that began swallowing the flames on his body and the other burning flames around.

Soon, in his hand, was a huge dark core with golden flames burning at its center. "This will make a good treasure," he thought to himself as he opened his mouth and swallowed the dark core.

"I will have to rebuild my home," he thought to himself as he looked around. But soon he stopped as his expression changed. The dark core he swallowed was moving, the golden flames flew out of the core into his consciousness, where a message was relayed to him: "If you survive this retribution, the Harpy Kingdom should be off-limits for your war games with the mortals. Else, I will be paying you a personal visit, which will be your last."

Silas stopped and looked up at the sky. "I already played the hand I wanted to with the Harpies. I have no further plan for them now, at least not at this moment."

Looking at where Erik was, Silas smiled to himself. "This incident will reach Erik’s ears soon, and knowing him, he would immediately take this chance to attack."

Shaking his head, Silas thought, "Too predictable."

"Too bad, I still have plans for you, Erik. Our war will happen, but not now, so why don’t I take your mind off me for a bit," Silas thought to himself with an eerie smile as he sent out a mental command to his parasites.

Erik, who had been disturbed about the whole compromised situation and whom to trust, was stuck in his office, thinking about what he should do.

Earlier in the day, he felt a huge fluctuation of mana from Silas’s side. He was curious, but he knew his messengers would bring him the news.

"Speaking of the devil," he thought to himself as he heard the hasty footsteps heading for his office. Taking a moment to adjust himself, Erik looked at the door. Before the messenger could knock, Erik said, "Come in."

It took a while before the messenger left the office. Erik stood up from his seat with a smile on his face as he looked up at the dark sky and the shining moon.

"Hahaha, finally you messed with the wrong one, Silas, and now you are paying the price." Erik, who had been down since the whole situation with Silas, was now feeling very happy, hearing about Silas’s predicament.

He still had a bone to pick with the Harpy Kingdom for their treatment of his envoy, but for now, he appreciated what they had done. Since they had created a great opportunity, he was going to take advantage of it. The messenger stated that Silas’s condition was unknown for now.

This was enough for Erik. From the description, he knew that even if Silas survived, he would be extremely weakened, and for Erik, that was more than enough.

If not for the dark sky, he would have put on his armor and led his army over to Silas’s territory. With a smile on his face, Erik spoke out to no one in the office, "Inform the council members to have their armies ready. A chance has been created in front of us. Tomorrow we march to Silas’s kingdom. We are not going to give him a chance to recuperate."

A shadow fell from the roof, kneeling before answering, "Understood." With that, the shadow disappeared, leaving Erik alone, who by now had summoned his spear.

Looking at the spear, he could hear the wails of his dying people as the demon army marched into their world, killing his people. They were strong, but the demons had a greater advantage in numbers.

The demons were also growing fast, the longer the battle continued, each death of his people meant a demon grew stronger. With time, their strength no longer mattered as they were overwhelmed.

Erik still didn’t know what happened after his spear went through the demon. He knew he was heavily damaged, and everything turned dark, only for him to appear in a new world, in a new body, with his spear close by and finding out that the demon he thought was dead was still alive and in this new world with him.

Tears fell from Erik’s eyes as he heard the wails. Cradling the spear, he whispered, "It’s okay, very soon you all will be avenged." The spear hummed in response to his words.

As night fell, the palace room where Erik brooded was quiet, but the homes of his council members were not.

Councillor Thane was in his study. He had already received the news from the shadows Erik sent, which was why he was surrounded by books and maps when his daughter Abby entered with a tray of tea. "Father, you’ve been working too hard. Take a break," she said, her voice soft and caring.

Thane smiled at his daughter, taking the cup she offered. "Thank you, Abby. Just a little more work, and then I’ll rest."

As Thane sipped his tea, Abby’s expression changed. Her body shook before calming down, her eyes growing vacant and her white pupils turning dark. She moved with sudden, mechanical precision. Before Thane could react, she drew a hidden dagger and lunged at him. The cup shattered, and Thane barely managed to deflect the first strike.

"Abby, what are you doing?" he cried, struggling to fend off his daughter. Panic flashed across his eyes as he felt the mana in his body become sluggish, not moving to his command. His eyes moved to the tea he drank.

Abby’s face was emotionless as she attacked again with greater speed and power, the dagger aimed with deadly intent. "Silas commands it," she intoned in a monotone voice.

Thane’s heart broke as he realized his beloved daughter was under Silas’s control. "Abby, fight it! Please!" he begged, his voice choking with anguish.

His words fell on deaf ears as Abby struck out once again. Thane gasped, his strength failing as the blade found its mark. "I forgive you," he whispered, trying to touch his daughter’s face but failing as he collapsed to the floor and darkness took him.