Chapter 92 Red Maple Falls, White Seashell Brooch

Ancia quickly brought Verion back into the barrier, saying, "You shouldn't have come!"

When the griffin appeared, Ancia suddenly wanted to see Verion, but when she actually saw Verion come to Red Maple City, she felt a strange sense of concern.

Verion looked down at her fingers on her wrist. Her fingertips were a little cold, and the loss of magic was causing the mage's body to show signs of discomfort.

Ancia: "You are the emperor of the empire. If you are injured, or even... it will be a huge blow to morale."

Velien did not break free, and spoke calmly, "That is precisely why I can inspire the army here. If the hope of the empire is extinguished here, my throne will be meaningless."

His grey eyes fell on Ancia's tired face. "Besides, we are allies, and we should face this together."

Ancia slowly loosened her grip. That was Vilian's way of being, and the belief he had always upheld. She turned her head away and said, "Whatever. I'm only saying this as an ally."

Verion smirked. "Yes, I know. Don't worry, I'll be directing from within the city; I won't go in person."

Ancia frowned. "You were just outside the barrier."

Verion: "I want to see my ally. She has held on for a long time. I've come to take her back to the city to rest."

Ancia's face felt a little hot. She touched her cheeks, probably from being exposed to the cold wind for too long, and replied softly, "...Oh, I'll go now."

Velian's arrival truly inspired the soldiers, and hope ignited in their weary eyes.

On the command platform, Eve wrapped Ancia in a soft blanket, took out a magic recovery potion, and reluctantly handed it to Ancia, saying, "You're drinking this again? You're practically drinking it like water."

Ancia tilted her head back and drank the dregs, then nuzzled against Eve's shoulder, her voice growing softer and softer, "It's okay, I'll rest for a little while, just a little while..."

She had barely finished speaking when she fell asleep, her even, heavy breathing hitting Eve's shoulders and neck.

Eve felt a weight on her shoulder; the unfamiliar weight made her eyes widen slightly. She awkwardly relaxed her body, making Ancia more comfortable lean against her.

A gust of wind blew by, and before Eve could react, the transparent wind ring gently lifted Ancia and moved her to a recliner by the long table.

Eve glared at Verion, who was casting the spell. Verion made a shushing gesture and used the wind to form a sentence, "The recliner is more comfortable." Only then did Eve angrily sit back down in her original spot.

*

The war has been going on for a month.

The demon vanguard launched a suicide attack regardless of losses. The allied forces of the elves and orcs arrived, but four of the seven demon generals also appeared on the battlefield. With the balance of power shifting, the human race gradually fell into a disadvantageous position.

Red Maple City has fallen.

Ancia stood in the evacuation line and saw in the distance that the stone wall covered with flowers collapsed due to the encroachment of demonic energy.

The city that was rebuilt with stones and flowers has once again become ruins.

Their hopes and promises to Red Maple City were completely corrupted by demonic energy.

Everyone retreated towards Huangyang City, while the ordinary people of Huangyang City continued to move inward.

At this time, Huangyang City became the first line of defense against the demons.

Ancia held intelligence sent by the Dark Night Guild.

First image: "Velion and Heligalo led the Griffin Order and the Knights in a fierce battle against the Demon Legion."

Half of the Griffin Guard's men remained; they were the spearhead of the battlefield, now riddled with nicks and stained with blood. The Griffin Guard had suffered heavy losses, and Velion too had joined the fray.

The griffin beneath Vilian spread its wings and swooped down. The wind stung his cheeks as it blew. He raised his staff and infused the wind into his magic, sending a barrage of wind blades hurtling towards the demon army.

Diana also rode on a griffin. This wind mage's magic was more precise and powerful, tearing a gap straight through the orderly demon army.

Upon seeing this, the Lord of Wrath flew into the sky in a rage, the dark purple flames coiling around its body transforming into a giant python that opened its blood-red maw at Diana.

Purple flames shot out from the snake's tongue. Diana's wind shield blocked it, but a thin strand of the purple flames split off from the tongue, bypassed the huge wind shield, and sneaked towards Vilian's right rear.

Verion reacted extremely quickly, immediately casting a wind shield, but even as a five-star mage with strength approaching six stars, he couldn't withstand the demon general's fatal blow.

Bang, bang, bang.

The protective gear and defensive magic array on Verion shattered one after another, and finally only one-tenth of the purple fire struck him. He groaned and fell from the sky.

"Your Majesty!" Diana cried out anxiously, trying to rush down to save them, but was stopped by the Lord of Wrath.

“Discipline and bondage”.

A gentle voice rang out, and Heligalo on the ground used light ropes to weave a net and catch Valien.

Heligalo reached out and used a secret technique to transfer the contamination that had invaded Verion's body away, causing Verion to frown uncomfortably.

With the pollution gone and only his injuries remaining, Verion felt much better, coughing up blood. "Why did you save me?"

The secret technique for transferring pollution is only known to the Papacy, and it would be easy for Heligalo to let him die.

Heligalo glanced at him calmly. "Because you are His Majesty, and the Empire needs you. Moreover, I will not let her suffer the pain of losing you; that will only make her remember you forever."

His deep blue eyes held a complex mix of emotions; Heligalo wouldn't let that happen.

The Lord of Jealousy licked his lips and unleashed a blow at Heligalo with displeasure. "You dare to be distracted while fighting me?"

Isabel raised her staff, and a pure rain of light cleansed the demonic energy. "Your opponent is me."

Ancia put down the battle report, her brows furrowed, and picked up the next one.

The second card: "The allied forces of Erlan and Skark encountered two demon generals, and the battle was fierce."

The Mistmoon Elves and Orcs are distinct in style; the Elves are proud and aloof, while the Orcs, before the curse, were passionate and irritable, but now they are cold and distant. The two races are also geographically separated.

On this battlefield, they unexpectedly found common ground.

With a flick of his fingertips, each arrow shot by Erlan pierced the heart of a demon.

Skalk brandished his scimitar ahead, then turned and shouted, "Airlan!"

Airan rolled her eyes at him irritably, and multitasking, thorns burst from the ground and pierced the demon's leg, the potent poison instantly paralyzing him.

Skalk accelerated again, severing the demon's head with his scimitar. He laughed, "Very useful, thanks."

They worked in perfect harmony. The arrogant lord who led this demon army lowered his eyes and looked down at the elves, saying, "It seems I underestimated you."

The answer was another arrow from Erlan. Erlan coldly raised his eyes and said, "Demons deserve to die."

The Lord of Gluttony chuckled, “I can outlive your tree much better.”

At the mention of the Tree of Life, Erlan's emerald eyes flashed with murderous intent, and the elven's primal magic coalesced into a poisoned arrow, aimed at the heart of the Lord of Gluttony.

The Lord of Gluttony dodged nonchalantly, but just as the arrow was about to hit the ground, it was caught by another stream of emerald magic and redirected towards the Lord of Gluttony. In its hasty dodge, it was grazed on the shoulder.

Lord of Gluttony: "You!"

"Me?" Yesika repeated blankly, then snapped her fingers, and the seeds buried deep underground sprouted and grew into plants that the elves could use.

Ancia put down the intelligence report; both the eastern and western fronts were at a stalemate, and she felt deeply frustrated. The Shadow Messenger beside her spat out a third piece of paper, from Merrith.

"The gates of the abyss have reopened, and the Lord of Greed has rushed to the battlefield."

Originally, only four demon generals from the demon race participated in the war. Of the seven demon generals, Lust has already been killed by Mortley and Ancia, and another demon general was sacrificed to open the gate to the abyss. Presumably, it was the Lord of Sloth. Now, the only remaining Lord of Greed has also left the abyss.

Ancia leaned back and let out a heavy sigh of relief, "Finally, we've lured out the Lord of Greed."

The Lord of Greed is cunning and shrewd; he will not act unless he is absolutely certain of victory, and he will not leave his palace unless absolutely necessary.

The energy contained within the Demon Generals is too great; the Abyss Gate can only accommodate one Demon General at a time. Now that the Lord of Greed has emerged, the other Demon Generals cannot return to the Abyss in a short period of time.

The Lord of Greed randomly joined one side, breaking the balance of the originally tense battlefield, and the scales gradually began to tilt in favor of the demons.

Franka anxiously pushed open the door and reported to Ancia, "President! Huangyang City probably won't hold out for much longer! The residents are retreating inwards..." She was shocked to find that the President was actually smiling.

Ansia's lips did indeed have a pleasant smile on them. She had waited so long, and the human race had paid the price of almost two cities to get such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. "The decapitation operation can begin."

"A decapitation strike..." Franka froze, her mind racing. She immediately realized the only possible referent. "Guild Master! You're going to slay the Abyss Demon King?!"

Ancia nodded, and her magic was sent out. Soon, Merritt, Cheryl, and Meredith appeared in the room.

Ancia was taking stock of the things she needed to bring when a familiar little fairy flew in, panting.

Chief Sisi: "Wait, Ancia... this is... something the Dean wants to give you. He said you're leaving soon and asked me to bring it over. My goodness, this trip is going to be tough."

Dean? Didn't he have no interest in exterminating the Demon King?

Ancia still remembered what he said when he rejected the plan, and quietly watched as Sisi placed a small package tied with a dark blue ribbon on the table.

What's inside?

Sisi shook her head. "I don't know what it is either. The little fairy is only responsible for delivering goods." After saying that, it flew away.

Ancia opened the small package, inside which was a delicate white seashell brooch.

[Item Description: Having touched 10,001 seashells on the deep seabed, select the most beautiful one. It contains Dean Gracia's blessing and can protect you from a fatal attack.]

Ancia sighed, resignedly pinning the magical item that granted her immunity from death to her chest.

That mysterious astrologer is quite capable; since he sent this tool, it should come in handy.

Merri coated the dagger with deadly poison and sheathed it. "I'm ready."

Cheryl flicked her robes. "We can depart at any time."

Meredith nodded slightly.

As Ancia listened to the sounds of evacuation outside the door, she looked at her three chosen companions—the silent Mortley, the wise Cheryl, and the resolute Meredith.

She took a deep breath and resolutely declared, "The decapitation operation begins."