Chapter 113
Tomorrow is Demon Month, so the other guardians have also arrived at the Demon King's Abyss one after another.
Arnold and his group acted surprisingly quickly, perhaps realizing they had spent too much time in the Sand Pit. Not long after they came out, they continued towards the Demon King's Abyss, following the guardians ahead of them. They had obtained their tickets to the Demon King's Abyss while they were in the Sand Pit.
However, after discussing it, Arnold and the others rested for quite a while on the outskirts of the Demon King's Abyss before entering it.
Just like the descriptions of the Demon King's Abyss I had learned along the way, upon entering the Demon King's Abyss, the first thing that caught my eye was a huge plaza. Demons were everywhere, creating a noisy scene. Outside the plaza were numerous magical beasts fixed in front of the castle. A crow with a crooked neck stood quietly, then suddenly turned its head, its dark eyes looking towards the entrance of the Demon King's Abyss.
I heard that next month is Demon Month, and the Seven Guardians have gathered in the Demon King's Abyss. They're probably mixed in with the demons who are having a blast right now.
Arnold looked wary, when suddenly Astor tugged at his sleeve in shock.
He was startled and looked in the direction Astor was pointing. However, before he could turn his head, he heard a powerful yet elegant musical instrument sound.
Damn it, how could someone play an accordion like that?!
Arnold's expression twisted slightly. During their years at the Royal Academy, they had been exposed to high art, and this powerful accordion music was simply torture for their eardrums.
But something even more terrible happened.
Arnold's eyes widened in horror as he saw the high platform surrounded by demons—damn it, it wasn't a platform at all, it looked more like two stone tablets stacked on top of each other, with a figure standing on it. The demons below were celebrating, and he stood on it, his eyes slightly closed, playing an accordion of unknown age, his expression one of utter rapture.
"My God, Veris has wandered all the way here!" Astor exclaimed.
Arnold: "My God, Veris actually—" Wait, something's not right!
Before he could finish pondering this oddity, he heard that voice he'd heard years ago again. This time, Veris wasn't reciting conventional verses, but rather…
Arnold found it hard to describe how he felt at that moment. In that instant, after hearing Veris's first words, he felt as if a thunderbolt had struck him on the head, an electric current coursing through his body. He couldn't help but shudder, his body swaying back and forth, needing to find something else to distract himself.
Heavens above, Cupid, Your Holiness the Pope, if you must punish him, send him to hell! Why did you have to let him hear the words "The Sixth Guardian smells of aphrodisiac perfume"?! And the words that followed were even more unbearable—
Ahhhh, isn't the Sixth Protector supposed to be a burly, bearded man with purple skin?
They had fought the Six Protectors, and they had a particularly deep memory of this ugly and bizarre protector.
But now, all they ask for is a pair of eyes that have never seen the Six Protectors before.
Heh... Heh... As expected of the Demon King's Abyss, as expected of the Demon King's lair, it possesses such a world-shattering weapon of destruction. Even if they were to lose here, it wouldn't be unjust...
Arnold closed his eyes in sorrow.
The noisy square grew quieter as the powerful accordion music rose. The aesthetics of the demons were different from those of the humans, but the powerful music, combined with the tender and poignant lyrics, made their brains start to pound against their cerebellum.
Inside the Demon King's palace, all was deathly silent.
The six guardians were stunned for a long time.
Vesper couldn't help but take another look at the tall but rather ugly Sixth Protector.
That gaze was like a sharp sword, piercing deep into the heart of the Sixth Protector.
His face alternated between pale and flushed, but it wasn't very noticeable against his already purplish skin.
Ever since that human outside started spreading rumors about the old demon king, these subordinate protectors naturally had a duty to punish this reckless human. However, before they even got close, they were beaten half to death by another human.
Demons are always more courageous in the face of setbacks. As soon as the guardians made their move, the other demons rushed in as well. After a long battle, the black-haired human sighed and pushed over the two stone tablets that were said to be sealed by the old demon king. He then stacked them together to make a stage for himself.
Beneath his feet were countless half-dead demons.
He looked around and felt that the audience's half-dead state was not good, so he began to play music. Under the music, the demons strangely stood up and resumed their usual carefree and playful state.
The protectors who went to help the old demon king regain his face are still paralyzed on the ground.
The reason the Six Protectors could stand was simply because they were thick-skinned and tough.
But now, he wishes he could just lie on the ground like his other brothers, indifferent to everything.
The only two who didn't provoke Veris were Frodien and the Seventh Guardian. The guardians standing in the palace now were the two of them and the Sixth Guardian, whose body was swaying as if he would collapse at any moment.
Frodien finally recovered from his shock and turned to look at the old demon king: "The sealing stone tablet has been knocked down and the seal has been broken. Why don't you go out and see for yourself?"
Vesper glared at Frodien: "You want me dead?"
The Seventh Protector couldn't help but chuckle, immediately lowering his head, but Vesper caught it. The Old Demon King was even more furious: "What are you laughing at? What's so funny! Tomorrow it'll be your turn!"
"My lord, it's just a few words, nothing to worry about," the Seventh Protector said solemnly.
No one could be worse off than the maid who was actually pregnant with the Second Guardian's child and was fighting with Florin for her affections; no one could be worse off than the Sixth Guardian who, with a seductive fragrance, became a fan of all demons after being pregnant for five months.
His mentality is strangely good.
"Get out of here! Go tell Veris that if he's going to fight, he should fight. Don't humiliate me like this!"
The seven guardians were thrown out of the palace.
Frodien remained calm and composed, even glancing at the doorway before turning back around.
Just then, a crow flew in.
Vesper looked up and saw the raven. His expression turned even uglier. This time, he stood up.
Seeing this, Frodien seemed to sense something, and sure enough, he heard the old demon king say, "The hero has arrived."
Upon receiving the old demon king's gaze, Frodien sighed inwardly but still took over the conversation, saying, "I'll go see what's going on."
Frodien is the only guardian who did not fight against the heroes and his companions, and he is also the most powerful demon among the seven guardians.
He's bound to be the first to lead the charge; this isn't like Lamb's time anymore.
Moreover, judging from the useless few in the main hall, the old demon king probably won't need to struggle this time. Rather than fighting to the death with the hero, the old demon king seems to care more about whether he can sit dignifiedly in the demon palace.
As Florin pondered this, he also left the Demon King's Palace. Looking up, he saw the Seven Guardians standing at the end of the steps, slowly inching forward, clearly not wanting to confront Veris.
Frodien was certain that the Seven Guardians had met with Veris, but at the same time, he felt somewhat worried. It seemed that the Seven Guardians had also defected to the Church...
With their only two remaining fighters defecting to the church, the old demon king is truly finished this time.
As Florin thought about it, he quickly caught up with the Seven Protectors. He looked up at the square, his expression somewhat distorted, but it was still within his tolerance.
He told the Seven Protectors that the heroes had already entered the Demon King's Abyss.
The Seven Protectors were taken aback, then casually said "Oh." The two traitors stood with their hands in their pockets on the outer edge of the square, looking towards the stone tablet stage. The provocative words kept entering their ears, and the Seven Protectors silently took out an earplug and plugged it in.
Frodien watched his actions in shock, secretly regretting that he had forgotten that he could also plug his ears.
No wonder this kid isn't worried at all about Veris spreading rumors about him!
If I can't hear it, then it's not true!
Frodien frowned; the powerful accordion music was incredibly distracting. He tried to think about something, but couldn't immediately recall what he wanted to do.
Fortunately, the Seven Guardians, who had plugged their ears, were obviously more perceptive and quickly spotted the heroes standing on the periphery as well. They nudged Florin with their elbows, signaling him to look in that direction.
Frodien squinted; his eyesight was excellent, and he easily saw the same distorted expressions on the faces of those young men.
Ah... Veris's attack is indiscriminate, and strangely, I feel a sense of relief...
Florian glanced at the seven guardians, and the two demon guardians stepped towards Arnold and his companion.
Because he needed to speak with the Seven Protectors, Florin quickly pulled out his earplugs and crushed them into pieces, his face completely open: "What should we do next?"
Seven Guardians: "..."
He looked completely bewildered: "Didn't the Demon King tell you to deal with the Hero? What does this have to do with me?"
Frodien fell silent as well. He watched as the Seven Guardians turned and disappeared into the crowded demons, heading towards the stone tablet stage. Veris's magnificent and epic story was finally coming to an end.
The moment the accordion music stopped, it seemed as if countless people breathed a sigh of relief.
Veris was very satisfied. As expected of him, even though he hadn't been back in his old ways for a while, the response was still so good.
Pushing aside the demons who were being mentally attacked, the Seventh Guardian approached the stone tablet and looked up at Veris with a fawning smile.
The dragon was also in the audience. It had already learned to cover its ears and was now sizing up the demon. It was the same demon who had spoken to Veris that day, and it was not on the same level as those minions.
Before the Seven Protectors could speak, the demonic beasts at the edge of the plaza suddenly went berserk. Even the dazed demons snapped out of their daze, watched the rampaging beasts, and rushed across the plaza towards another location.
However, these magical beasts cleverly avoided Veris's location.
Veris looked in the direction of their riot and spotted several familiar faces, a look of understanding on his face.
The Seventh Protector was dumbfounded. There were dragons here, so how could these magical beasts possibly become agitated? The suppression of bloodlines was something he had even heard of.
"They retrieved something incredible from the crater in the sand," Veris explained, then jumped off the stage. The demons seemed oblivious to his human identity, quickly scattering to indulge in their own revelry, barely paying any attention to the magical beasts.
"What?"
Veris pondered for a moment, then said, "This is... dragon bone."
This time, it was the dragon whose expression changed.
It didn't change color because of the dragon bones, but because of the dragon bones that appeared in the Demon King's Forest, and in the Great Pit of the Sand... Its expression was somewhat somber.
Hill's puppet army suffered a third loss in the Shattered Sand Pit, and the most powerful puppets, forged from dragon bones provided by dragons, were also left there forever.
The dragon bones in the crater of sand, those must be from the Hill puppet hundreds of years ago, right?
The Seventh Protector didn't care about the dragon bones. He looked at the two stone tablets and couldn't help but ask, "You've knocked down all the stone tablets, so what about sealing the Demon King...?"
Veris tilted his head and said casually, "Seal Vesper? No need."
The seven guardians were shocked. Was the old man going to die?
But then Veris sighed softly, "A new demon king..."
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Author's note: See you tomorrow! [pants]
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