NABC Chapter 410: 424 King Consort
Chapter 410: 424 King Consort
Chapter 410: Chapter 424 King Consort
As the overwhelming tide of demons surged, the Succubus Paladin gnashed its talons in hatred. Its legion had almost seized victory just moments ago—but whether the defenders had prepared reserves in advance or had suddenly received reinforcements, their faltering defenses had unexpectedly held.
As a high-ranking officer, Abbarhas possessed all the traits a demon should: it was innately deceitful and exceptionally skilled at intimidation; it could flatter anyone of value shamelessly and would betray them mercilessly once there was no reason to continue; to survive, it would do anything, including saying “please” and “thank you.”
Most importantly, Abbarhas firmly believed in its heart that it was the Abyss’s most perfect creation, and that one day, the entire universe would inevitably bow at its feet. For this, it had developed its unique worldview where, as a chosen being, anything it did was justified.
Today’s events had initially gone as the Succubus Paladin Commander had anticipated—its soldiers would capture the fortress, and it would receive the Mother of Demons’ accolades, gaining power, status, and influence, bringing it one step closer to dominating the Multiverse. Of course, that was a long-term goal; its short-term goal was to replace Ulgog. That so-called former Blood War General was a stumbling block on Abbarhas’s path to promotion and always a source of immense irritation.
But its ambition and delusions crumbled like sea foam hitting the rocky fortress ahead.
The orders of the Mother of Demons were impossible to disobey. Sacrificing its minions to die? No problem, as long as it could save its own life, why not?
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Lancelot’s Great Sword struck a Berserk Demon’s left shoulder, its blade embedding deeply into the demon’s body. With an incredulous look, the demon gazed at the man before it; it opened its mouth as if to say something, but with a fierce step forward, Lancelot pressed down with his Great Sword, splitting the Berserk Demon into two unequal halves.
This was the last enemy nearby. Lancelot wanted to catch his breath, yet the increasing clamor attracted his attention. Beyond the city walls, a fresh wave of demonic assault was rapidly approaching. Lancelot noticed that this wave contained almost no fodder such as Prime Demons, Coward Devils, or Aberrant Demons; instead, it was composed of Berserk Demons and Brezu Demons, all Middle Rank Demons.
“But it will still take time for them to get here.” The third Radiant Cloud Angel sighed, “The Mother of Demons herself has come this time; I worry the guards won’t last until they arrive...”
“I swear to carry on Eskodel’s legacy.” The handsome King Consort’s expression became serious, and his usual nonchalance disappeared, “This fortress will hold until the reinforcements arrive. If necessary, I will make the same choices Eskodel did; that’s why I am here.”
“We’re not at that point yet, Your Highness Consort.”
An aged voice joined the conversation. The Elves turned their heads and saw it was Quirion, the former Chief Mage of the Protectors. He seemed in better spirits than before, likely due to the thick Spellbook he was holding in his hands.
Mages, after mastering complex spells, often cannot remember them all, at least not the mortal Spellcasters. Hence, mages require Spellbooks to record their acquired knowledge, and they memorize the necessary spells beforehand each day. This means mages do not necessarily need their own Spellbooks; others’ would suffice, as long as they contain the needed spells.
“Great Elder, how many centuries has it been since our last meeting?” The previously solemn King Consort now wore a smile of encountering an old friend, “It’s unbelievable, that Human Knight who brought you back was quite miraculous...”
“I myself am still getting used to the taste of freedom.” Quirion bowed politely, “Before you take action, let us Spellcasters teach the Mother of Demons a lesson.”
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