Chapter 355 – Postbattle (1/2)
After seven days and seven nights, the curtains finally closed on the battle when Marshal Ferotiger and his troops arrived at the Death Altar.
Marshal Ferotiger, Wise Sage, as well as hundreds of generals and countless experts under their command surrounded the Death Altar, ready to destroy it.
And once that happened, Demon King Sigg and the other Demon Kings, as well as the Demon Generals whose lives depended on the altar would meet their final destruction.
“Ferotiger, if you dare destroy the Death Altar, I swear I will wipe out all the human soldiers in Heavens Scar!” Demon King Sigg shouted.
Ferotiger exchanged glances with the Wise Sage in a heavy mood. If it weren’t for the fact that Sigg was at a dead end, he would never have said such a thing. After all, the number of demons in Heavens Scar was no less than that of humans. Once the Divine experts launched attacks against ordinary soldiers, neither side could bear that kind of ensuing loss. However, when the Death Altar was threatened to be destroyed, the Demon Kings wouldn’t hesitate to do crazy things with the thought that they’d die for sure.
“Withdraw from Heavens Scar and give up Demon City, and we won’t destroy the Death Altar,” declared Marshal Ferotiger in a deep voice after consulting with the Wise Sage.
The five Demon Kings discussed for a while and concluded that they couldn’t just retreat like that. They added many more conditions, only to be flatly refused by Ferotiger. The marshal’s answer was very simple: they were not qualified to make any demands; either go back to the Demon realm or die with the Death Altar. In any case, millions of ordinary soldiers in exchange for five Divine experts and countless Demon elites was an acceptable price.
Ferotiger was straightforward and determined. In desperation, Sigg and his companions had to agree to the marshal’s proposal, since otherwise was not an option with their Achilles' heel tightly grasped in the hands of the enemy. These Demon Kings were a shining example of ‘the longer one lives, the more they fear death.’
Heavens Scar was a huge battlefield connecting the Human and the Demon realm. Long and narrow, one entrance was located in the Human world, and the other in the Demon world.
As per the arrangement of the five Demon Kings, the remaining Demon troops marched out of Heavens Scar. Then, the Demon Kings cast magic at the same time, uprooting the Death Altar and dragging it into the Demon world with them.
“By my order, all legions now march into Demon City. With Demon City as the base, construct 13 lines of defense and block the entrance to the Demon realm,” ordered Ferotiger once the Death Altar disappeared from Heavens Scar. Immediately, all the Human troops streamed towards Demon City.
Under the lead of various squad leaders, over a million troops set up barracks and built forts around the entrance to the Demon world and even mobilized large numbers of war equipment aimed at the entrance. These equipment were fully loaded and could be launched at any time as soon as any movement from the other side was sensed.
“Are you Bai Xiaosheng, the new lord of Hero City?” After everything was arranged, Ferotiger led the military officers to Hero City where Bai Xiaosheng was already waiting.
“Yes, it is I.” Bai Xiaosheng was neither obsequious nor supercilious.
“Very well. For leading the five Demon Kings out of Demon City, creating opportunities for us to besiege the Death Altar, and even holding on for such a long time after claiming Hero City, you truly did well. I shall report this to His Majesty so you’ll get the reward you deserve. Now, run Hero City well, it will be our frontline when we advance towards the Demon realm,” Ferotiger quickly said some words and scanned Hero City carefully before turning his eyes to Fatty.
The meaningful gaze made his body of fat tremble. What? Lord Fatty didn't do anything to provoke you, why are you looking at me like that?
After looking at Fatty for a long time in what seemed like nostalgia, Ferotiger asked, “Are you the heir of the Elementalist?”
“Yes,” Fatty nonchalantly replied.
“Have you restored the Elemental Mystery Realm and Skill Book?” Ferotiger immediately inquired.
“Not yet. Let me tell you, not to mention the Elemental Mystery Realm, even the book alone is absolutely impossible to repair without a massive amount of energy. I worked painstakingly, conscientiously, tirelessly, scraping until the marrow of my bones and nearly died, yet only managed to repair a small part of it. Completely restoring it? Too difficult!” Fatty complained bitterly.
“Is it really so difficult?” Ferotiger asked suspiciously.
“Yup, that’s right.” Fatty repeatedly bobbed his head.
“Since it is so difficult, why don't you give it to me and I'll compensate you to your satisfaction,” the Wise Sage suddenly said.
“Really?” Fatty asked doubtfully.
Hearing Fatty’s question, the Wise Sage was secretly delighted, but his face was as calm as a breeze. “Of course.”
Next to them, Bai Xiaosheng and HeadofGod turned their faces away, unable to bear to see what was about to happen next.
“Well, I won’t ask for much. Just give me eight or ten Legendary artifacts.” Fatty perked up.
Eight or ten Legendary artifacts?! The Wise Sage’s composed expression was instantly thrown to the clouds. A thunderclap resounded all of a sudden and Fatty's hair was vertical, his skin scorched, his mouth puffing out a mouthful black smoke, and he fell on the ground with a straight body.
“See no evil, hear no evil, it's getting late, it's time to go home for dinner.” The Wise Sage stroked his beard. Jumping on a magical cloud, he flew away.