What were the demonkin? The Holy Church was probably the one who had the final say on this question.
"Those mixed-blood bastards are born to destroy and scheme. They should all be dragged to the public square and burned at the stake."
Alright, I seemed to have asked the wrong person. This priest who spoke passionately was obviously a "revivalist". In recent times, due to certain reasons, the Holy Church underwent internal reforms. Their attitude towards the demonkin also changed from "burn them to death on sight" to "imprison them for life on sight".
Although the Holy Church's reforms could only be described as "the pot calling the kettle black", if I had to say, from a certain point of view, their approach wasn't wrong.
Demonkin, as the name implied, were the descendants of demons and devils. Their bloodline contained mystical powers, allowing them to use mystical supernatural abilities. They were natural warlocks, and it was said that more than half of the current demon warlocks were demonkin with mixed-blood from the lower planes flowing through their veins.
If the dormant bloodline was under control, they could become natural warlocks. But if they lost control to the point where demonic traits appeared, perhaps the term "half-demon" or "half-devil" would be more suitable for these existences who obviously weren't suited to live in the mortal plane.
Compared to the bloodline of the upper planes (angels), which was welcomed and even looked up to by the people, the demonkin were usually a huge problem. Apart from the bloodthirsty and chaotic tendencies in their bloodline, the bigger problem was that the source of their bloodline was often still running amok in the lower planes.
Although angels were inclined towards order and served the Gods, they didn't have strong wills to begin with. They wouldn't interfere with the lives of their descendants, and it was difficult for them to do so. And in the eyes of demons, their mixed-blood descendants were the living wealth of their own bloodline. The power and bloodline that originated from their own bloodline was the best symbol and rope.
Perhaps the demonkin were naturally kind, brave, and good at fighting, but under the never-ending whispers of their demon ancestors, there would always be subtle changes that leaned towards chaos.
For the great demons, a descendant with their own bloodline would be a good seedling on the battlefield. They would summon the descendant from their bloodline, causing the descendant to excitedly discover that they were becoming stronger and stronger, but they were unable to control their own demonic talents and turned into half-demons. In the end, they could only return to the lower planes and become the backbone of the new demons.
And in the endless abyss of war, these "youngsters" who were under their control were doubtlessly the best pawns and elites in war.
"Mixed-blood bastards destined to fall" was another name given to these demonkin by the people of the world. In all the planes, this group of mixed-bloods had never had a good reputation. Perhaps a certain pitiful demonkin was kind-hearted and had done good deeds for half of her life, and was highly praised by the people. Or perhaps she was a chess piece that a certain Demon Monarch had spent a hundred years laying out, and would play an important role at a critical moment.
That's right. Speaking up to this point, many things were now quite clear. This was the information that Elisa had received from the Chaos Abyss — the descendants of the Mist Kingdom in the north were the direct bloodline of a certain Demon Lord.
Currently, the Mist Kingdom was split into several parts. The largest parts were Donglan and Sleuweir. That demonkin was probably one of them, but as for which one, I wasn't sure. That was why I could only increase my guard against Renée and leave her alone for a period of time.
And now, it seemed that the demonkin was probably the royal family of the Sleuweir Kingdom. Even though the situation still wasn't optimistic, I inexplicably heaved a sigh of relief in the depths of my heart. Then, my expression became even more serious.
"Cavendish, just what do you want!?"
My angry roar reverberated through the skies. Even if that Füml Caso had twelve extra wings, how could he possibly escape my pursuit? At this moment, he was stabbed into the wall by Roland's sacred sword. He clutched his chest in disbelief.
"No, no, I can't go back yet, I don't want to go back! I want to enjoy the beauty of this world. There are too many beauties and delicious food in the mortal plane, I don't want to go back yet! I'm not satisfied yet! I still want to be king, I don't want to die! "
The scales all over his body had a strange white jade-like luster, and his crimson eyes now had a dim yellow color. This was the sign of a powerful demon. Unknowingly, Füml had long since completed his transformation from a demonkin to a half-demon.
Powerful demons were capable of establishing a soul connection through bloodline to tempt their descendants.
Perhaps in those false nightmares created by demons, Füml had already returned to the mortal plane countless times. He even had the misconception that he had long since become a demon.
Looking at his completely demonized, dim yellow eyes, I knew that there was no saving him. A fallen soul like him could only return to the River Styx.
"Demon! His Majesty … no, that damned false king is a demon! "
Amidst everyone's exclamations, the royal guards also put down their weapons in astonishment. Not a single person was willing to fight for Füml anymore. After all, demons had the reputation of being a public enemy no matter how one looked at it.
"Answer me, Cavendish. Just what are you intending to do!?"
Even though Füml was about to die, I still strained my neck and questioned him. The target of my questioning was the person hiding behind me.
"Hehe."
With that familiar light chuckle, black flames ignited around Füml. The Demon Lord's will had finally descended upon Füml as it sensed my anger.
Dark clouds suddenly gathered together with that strange light chuckle. The sunlight was blocked by the dark clouds, and the sun that had just risen could no longer be seen. It was as if even the Gods in the sky didn't want to see this scene.
This wasn't any magic at all. It was merely the influence of the Demon Prince's will descending upon the world. I was rather astonished to see this power. Cavendish was even stronger than I had expected.
"Just the descent of his will is enough to change the weather? He's probably at the Main God level. "
In my eyes, Cavendish's power level was probably bottomless. He definitely wouldn't be any weaker than any Main God from the Chaos Faction.
"Roland, I never expected that we would meet so soon. You're actually asking me what I want to do? "
At this moment, Füml's body was already beginning to burn. Even though his weak physical body had demonized, it was still unable to withstand the tremendous power of the Demon Prince's descent.
Füml's distorted face suddenly revealed a familiar expression. It was a mischievous expression filled with childishness.
"Since you're asking so sincerely, I'll be merciful and tell you … Did you really think that I would say such a thing? You want to know? Guess. "
"Guess your younger sister!"
"Heehee, isn't your younger sister also my younger sister? What a pity. Compared to an older brother, I'm more looking forward to a cute younger sister … Besides, if I were to tell you just because you asked, that wouldn't be giving me any face. No matter what, I'm a Demon Prince. How am I supposed to be the boss if word of this gets out? Just like before, I'll leave the good stuff for later. The mystery will only be revealed at the end for it to be interesting … "
As the demonic flames continued to burn, Füml's body was reduced to ashes. However, his final message was transmitted to me.
"Roland, it seems that we'll meet again very soon. Oh my, should I call you older brother? It seems that I still can't bring myself to call you that right in front of you. Ah, it's time … I'll forget about it this time. The Holy War has only just begun. We'll have plenty of opportunities to slowly play around. "
Füml's physical body was reduced to ashes. Now that the will of the Demon Lord who had been chatting so intensely had lost its host, everything returned to normal. The dark clouds also began to disperse on their own, allowing sunlight to shine down once more. Everything returned to normal.
"Damn it!"
I viciously punched the ground, but my nameless rage was destined to be unrequited.
…
While the war in the Northlands was still reaching its climax, Xiluo's civil war was already nearing its end.
Victor? There was no victor at all. Even though the Royalty Faction, which had always remained neutral, suddenly chose to side with Omar, this war still maintained a cruel balance of power.
The reason why the balance of power was described as cruel was because in such a situation, if both sides kept adding fuel to the fire, the final result would be that both sides were heavily injured, and there would be no victor.
No matter what the outcome was, countless elites from both sides had died in battle. The war between the Undead usually ended with the complete destruction of the other party's soul. After losing a large number of their core members, the Xiluo Empire was destined to be reduced from a mega-empire to an ordinary strong country.
However, when a small squadron of cavalry suddenly joined the battle and ambushed the Dark Night Council's headquarters, the scales of victory tilted in their favor.
It wasn't that they were powerful, but that the Mist War Flag they raised only represented one person, and those Crimson Mad Dogs only fought for their master — Emperor Yongye.
At first, the Undead Lords thought that the Red Hound Legion was a fake. After all, the historical records stated that the Red Hound Legion had mysteriously fallen in the civil war. However, when the terrifying giant black dog appeared among the Skeletal Knights, all doubts were no longer necessary.
"The Demonic Void Hound Bastian! He's back! Only that lord can dispel him! "
There were even more conspiracy theorists who thought that they had seen through everything.
"As expected, all of this is that lord's conspiracy. Omar, Rhinehart, Meat-Eater, and Gria were all that lord's subordinates. It must be that lord who lured the Second Senator to release his seal, and then used his ability to cause a civil war. The Royal Faction intervened at the crucial moment to take back the imperial power! There is only one truth, and that is definitely the plot! "
Alright, let's not talk about how this mystery detective attributed everything to a conspiracy. The appearance of the Crimson Hunting Hounds had undoubtedly become a huge rock pressing on their chests. After all, the news of Emperor Yongye's return had already spread, and when this King really returned. Perhaps everyone would have to consider which side to stand on.
The only Demigod Undead Emperor in the modern era. If this flag wasn't scary enough, then he also had the dazzling halo of being the strongest Necromancer in the modern era. This was more realistic than anything else.
No matter how strong a Necromancer or a Lich was, there was still a limit to the strength of a Necromancer. Before estimating the combat power of a Necromancer, the Undead Warriors under him must be included. However, the limits of the Crimson Hunting Hounds under Emperor Yongye had yet to be evaluated, because they had never been defeated before. In other words, no one had ever seen the limits of Emperor Yongye's strength.
In fact, that was indeed the case. "Infallible Diffindor" was one of my trump cards that I had been hiding. I had intentionally kept it a secret, and I had only used it twice in total. Basically all the opponents I had seen using it had died.
The standard tactic of a Necromancer was to use their strongest Undead Warriors as guards and vanguards to delay their enemies. Then, they would use their most powerful magic to bombard the entire battlefield, hoping to end the battle in one fell swoop.
This was what Emperor Yongye did too. However, when the guard and vanguard were replaced by the undefeated Crimson Hunting Hounds, and when the ultimate magic that decided the battle was replaced by the rarely seen "Ice Aeon", it was hard to fathom.
There weren't many SemiGod Mages in the first place, and the number of famous Mages who could use such a destructive Forbidden Spell could be counted on one hand. However, to throw out the Forbidden Spell like it was cabbage, completely disregarding the consequences and the damage it would cause to his own body, probably only Emperor Yongye would be able to do so.
Dozens of kingdoms had used their own destruction to prove the strength and shamelessness of this tactic. If they couldn't break through the blockade of the Crimson Hunting Hounds before Emperor Yongye could complete the Forbidden Spell, they would probably fall into eternal slumber along with the entire army.
Back then, the Yongye Army didn't even need to attack a city. The moment Emperor Yongye cast the spell, the war would immediately enter the final battle. Most of the time, it was a field battle where the living attacked crazily and the undead defended with all their might.
Fighting a war of attrition against the endless undead army was also a time-limited war with a death match attached … The trump card squadrons with glorious histories would always fall to the weak skeleton soldiers in exhaustion. This was the best evidence of this shameless combination of tactics.
Furthermore, many of the backbones of the Dark Night Council used to be the main force of the Yongye Army in the past, so how could they not understand Emperor Yongye's habit of planning before taking action.
"If you don't have a 60% chance of winning, then don't fight the final battle. Let the outcome of the battle be decided before the battle starts, and let the opponent die in the most frustrating way possible."
This Emperor had such a wretched style of war, and when the Crimson Hunting Hounds charged into the battlefield, it would probably be the moment when Emperor Yongye decided to personally reap the spoils of war.
To the Undead Lords, it was naturally a joy to watch their enemies die, but now that they were standing in front of this Emperor, Emperor Yongye might be preparing a Forbidden Spell …
"I feel a little stomachache, I'm going out to relieve myself."
Hey hey, you're a Skeleton Mage right, when did you get a stomachache.
"My wife is about to give birth, I'm going back."
A certain Death Knight said so, although it was a short sentence, the hidden message was too much, causing the audience to be stunned.
"My lover is about to give birth, I'm going back too."
Alright, another Death Knight Lord was also shameless, but following that, the two of them who were supposed to be fighting each other revealed an expression of mutual appreciation.
"How can you be so shameless."
"Ah, I learned it from you."
Alright, everything was left unsaid.
In the end, when the pressure of Emperor Yongye once again pressed down on their heads, the cohesiveness that the Dark Night Council painstakingly built up was completely scattered, and when the Crimson Hunting Hounds really killed their way to the headquarters, they found that there was no one there.
The internal war of Xiluo Empire had ended, and the news of the Second Senator Feyman leading the majority of his army to escape to the Undead Plane became the most important news, and very quickly, it spread across the entire world.
…
While I was having a hard time dealing with the chaos in front of me, in a certain dimension, someone was smiling happily.
"What did I do? Hehe, I didn't do anything, I was just playing around. Füml is my descendant, so naturally, he is a Demon Descendant. Sigh, he was originally a decent character, I just called him to play two rounds of chess with me, and he actually became like this, mortals are really weak. "
The young man who was laughing was rather handsome, and his smile was rather natural, but if one were to look at the environment he was in, it would be very abnormal.
"Hah, look at my expression at that time, I was completely dumbfounded. Guess? I didn't even think of the answer myself, how would you have guessed it? "
He was lying in the void, there was nothing in the void, the only thing that stood out was a gigantic chessboard, and the chess pieces on it were exceptionally eye-catching.
The chess pieces were all alive, they were wailing souls, and every one of them, their strength was not lower than Legend, they were probably the heroes of the mortal world.
And the seat opposite him was empty, only the chess pieces were moving on their own.
"The North? Mist Kingdom? Conspiracy? None of my business, I just wanted to have fun. My little cuties, let me see your potential, I hope you won't disappoint me like Füml. "
Perhaps, this was the reason why Cavendish was able to rise to such a level so quickly with his willfulness.
There was no good or evil, only fun or not. When he was in the mood, he would leave behind two seeds, send out a few capable generals to rebuild the Mist Kingdom, and when he was in a bad mood, he would flip the table and not do it. From a certain standpoint, Cavendish's personality was the true essence of Chaos.
"The most perfect Chaos Demon," "Beloved of Chaos," "Bastard of the Chaos Goddess (those who dared to call themselves this have all died)," these were the nicknames that Cavendish created in the lower planes.
His style of doing things was completely unpredictable, he used the innocent smile of a child to create tragedies that even demons couldn't bear to see, he was the Son of the Abyss, completely in line with the essence of Chaos, he only used a little more than three hundred years to achieve countless achievements, stepping over countless corpses to enter the highest palace.
Now, he had an even more resounding nickname: Supreme of Chaos, the 14th Main God of the Chaos Faction.
Roland's guess was completely wrong, even Cavendish himself didn't know what he planned to do next.
And the current Cavendish, apart from the Chaos Goddess who was in a deep sleep, could no longer be commanded by anyone else. When he was in the mood to play, there was no longer any existence that could stop Cavendish's game.
"This time, old brother, I'm going to play with you, it should make me really happy. Hehe, winning against my older brother in a game of strategy, that was one of my dreams in the past. Old brother, you're indeed good at guessing, but guess what I'm going to do next, even I haven't thought of it yet. "
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