Chapter 1172 – The Secret of the Stars (1/2)
Chapter 1172 – The Secret of the Stars
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
”Borrowing the effects of the defeats on the battlefield, she mobilized many resources to set up a sacrificial altar in the city.”
The Demon Lord continued, ”And then she convinced many elders and that senior of mine to agree to use the souls of demon soldiers lost on the battlefield as an offering to the starry sky.”
Chen Changsheng felt an ill foreboding when he heard about this offering to the starry sky. ”Who are you offering to, and what are you seeking?”
The Demon Lord said in a derisive tone, ”Naturally, we're offering to the Sacred Light Continent on the other side of the starry sky. Those elders hope that the Sacred Light Continent can send us aid, and some of the timider nobles even hope that they can be sent to the Sacred Light Continent, naturally allowing them to escape the danger and pain of the extermination of a race.”
Chen Changsheng asked, ”Weren't the origins of the demons wiped away? How could they know?”
”In this half-year of continuous war, the chaotic situation meant that many rules lost effectiveness. Many secrets naturally leaked out.”
The Demon Lord turned to a certain Grand Scholar.
The Grand Scholar's face suddenly went white and he began to vomit blood.
The blood was not red, gold, or green. It was black.
This Grand Scholar had clearly been poisoned. He moaned, ”Even if I hadn't said it, the Military Advisor would still know everything.”
The Demon Lord calmly answered, ”But you still said it.”
The Grand Scholar collapsed, twitching twice before ceasing to breathe.
The Demon Lord turned to the humans, primarily Xu Yourong, and apologetically said, ”Please, excuse me.”
Chen Changsheng did not notice, as his mind was focused on his words from just now.
If the upper layer of the Demon race had placed all their hopes on that sacrificial altar, it would naturally be very difficult for them to put their all into the battlefield, both subjectively and objectively. This being the case, the demons would fall into an even more disastrous situation, and the worse it was, the more they would entrust their hopes to the sacrificial altar. That sacrificial altar was like that swamp outside Xuelao City. If one fell in it, one would find it nigh impossible to get back up no matter how they struggled. The Demon Lord should have been able to see this, so why did he not stop Black Robe? Why did he not destroy that sacrificial altar?
The Demon Lord looked at Chen Changsheng and said, ”I think that you've probably guessed. Yes, I also wanted to hold onto that last sliver of hope.”
Chen Changsheng asked, ”Even if that went against the will of all the Demon Lords before you?”
The Demon Lord sighed, ”I didn't want to do it, but you pushed me too hard.”
Chen Changsheng noted, ”You already did this ten years ago.”
He referred to those two Angels that had appeared in White Emperor City.
”There will be a massive difference.”
The Demon Lord solemnly said, ”Because the number will be different.”
After saying this, he spread his arms apart.
His black cloak rose into the stagnant air.
The congealed darkness of the demon flames also swayed, objects flickering within them.
They were statues, tall and short, none of them larger than a foot. They were made of some mysterious material that was neither gold nor jade.
Some of the statues were half-crouched while some of them seemed ready to take flight. All of them were naked and lifelike, beyond the handiwork of any sculptor.
Chen Changsheng's face turned grave.
These statues gave off no Qi, yet they gave off this strange aura that made it seem like they could come to life at any moment.
Wang Po and the others felt an intense danger.
Just like Chen Changsheng, they all thought of the two Angels in White Emperor City, of Bie Yanghong.
If every one of these statues was an Angel, just how many statues were displayed before them?
The demon flames danced.
The darkness was restless, yet all was deathly still.
Many questions had been answered.
Black Robe's grudge against the Human race was truly as deep as the Western Sea. She was willing to do anything to destroy the humans. In the last several hundred years, she had hoped that she could rely on the demons to destroy the humans. Upon realizing that the momentum had shifted and this had become an impossible mission, she had immediately chosen the other path.
She callously pushed the demons along the path of defeat, forcing the demons into desperate straits as quickly as possible, compelling the demons to march to her tune. Mobilizing countless resources, she had a sacrificial altar constructed, intending to welcome the descent of an army of Angels from the Sacred Light Continent.
”Just what is your meaning in telling this story tonight?”
Chen Changsheng asked the Demon Lord.
The Demon Lord drew back his smile and stared into his eyes. Calmly and firmly, he said, ”Retreat from Xuelao City, or else I will agree to Black Robe's request.”
”This is a good story,” Wang Po commented.
The Tang Old Master agreed, ”It truly is a good story.”
This story, or to be more precise, the way this story was told, had made them feel that the Demon Lord was an outstanding individual.
If not for the fact that this Demon Lord had been given too little time, if the momentum of the world had not already been decided, perhaps the Demon race really might have experienced a revival.
At the start, if the Demon Lord had not invited these historians and scholars to be present as he spoke about extermination and civilization, creating a somber and tragic mood, but had chosen to go straight to telling the story, no one would have believed him. They would have thought that he was just using absurd reasons to buy time. But instead, the Demon Lord had slowly worked his way from the Sacred Light Continent to God, and then to Black Robe. By plucking on their heartstrings, he perfectly recounted this story, granting it history and weight that compelled them to believe.
”But there is one problem: what does Black Robe want from you?”
Wang Po continued, ”If you have no significance to this story, then there's no meaning in telling this story, no matter how well it's told.”
”She does not need me, but this.”
He extended his right hand out of his sleeve.