Chapter 439 (2/2)
The banter atop the tower finally wore out the patience of the two demon lords. The reptilian Serathon lumbered forward as he swung his warglaive high into the air. His voice was like a rolling thunder, “You failure of a demon! Coward! You dare show your face again?!”
Y’zaks looked down. “You came all the way just to say this? Just a kind reminder, don’t move any farther. A few more steps and you’ll be in the effective range of my cannons. At this range, even your armor is paper thin.”
At Y’zaks reminder, the demons quickly backed away. Only then did they remember that Helcrown’s walls were lined with rows upon rows of cannons. Serathon then slammed his warglaive into the ground in a fit of rage as he slowly retreated. “You think you can scare me with that?”
Y’zaks had a grin that said eat sh*t on his face. “Stay still then.”
He then turned his gaze to Banuklaak. The scorn was palpable in his voice, “Looks like you have a new master, bug.”
Banuklaak was scratching at the ground, and a deep, sharp clatter rang from within his carapace. “Y’zaks… klak klak… there’s no escape this time… Unless you’re confident in fighting all of us with just a single castle… klak klak…”
Y’zaks looked down at Banuklaak in silence. He never held much regard for the scheming demon despite his ability. He finally grinned. “The Allied Army is coming from the other side.”
Serathon then let out an ugly, slithering laugh. “Hahaha, then you will be crushed under our combined assault. Neither demons nor mortals will suffer your presence! I don’t like working with those lowly mortals, but if it means taking you out, I shall gladly do so with them.”
“Well, that’s what you think.” Y’zaks laughed. “Both you and the Allied Army will only focus on me if I, the greatest threat were here. But… let’s say I suddenly disappeared, I wonder what will happen?”
As Y’zaks finished, he turned around to face the other side. The war banners of the Allied Army were visible in the horizon.
“Good luck!” Y’zaks looked down and turned away from the tower.
Helcrown vanished into thin air the very next moment.
“…”
Serathon and Banuklaak stared at the sky in bewilderment. The floating city that was there a moment ago had disappeared into nothingness. The two demons suddenly realized that they had been tricked by the cunning demon king.
One of the terrorgheist in the air shrieked. “The Allied Army is here!”
The banners of the human hosts were fast approaching and the holy light called upon by the paladins almost broke through the brooding clouds above. Banuklaak suddenly shuddered. “We’ve been tricked!”
If the crazy demon and his city were still there, he would have been the main target without question. It was the same many years back on the Obsidian Plains, when both demons and humans united against their common enemy. Even as Serathon stabbed Y’zaks in the back, no one dared to say the Allied Army did not play a part in it. Sure, the demons and the mortal races hated each other, but the higher echelons would make deals or concessions when it came to the bigger picture—it was normal.
But now… Helcrown had disappeared.
So, what was left when these two mortal enemies met?
The demon hosts were already in a furore as the rowdy vanguards readied their weapons for a tough fight. The Allied Army in the distance had also deployed a strong holy barrier as their knights braced themselves with their lances. They saw the Helcrown disappearinf as well, and the demon hosts before them were the next enemy.
Serathon’s bulging muscles trembled violently, but rage did not consume the old demon. After releasing a big roar and smashing his warglaive into the ground, he commanded his army, “Retreat!”