Chapter 152: And So the Labyrinth Had Light

Just as Hino's voice fell, a gentle light suddenly descended from the sky, covering everyone's heads, draping a solemn and sacred coat over the mist-shrouded forest.

Tyrell, the leader of the Gray Wind tribe, subconsciously raised his head and looked at the dome directly above, and then his eyes were filled with astonishment.

He saw that the crystals on the dome were like a lake reflecting moonlight, rippling like fish scales.

The bright moonlight shone toward the forest, as if it were night under a clear sky.

It was dark.

No—

To be precise, it was bright.

Looking at the silver ripples spreading along the dome, the excitement in Tyrell's eyes was simply indescribable, as if he had seen a miracle descended by the Demon God himself!

The dome that emitted light had returned!

The moonlight that had disappeared since the end of the war had returned to the sky above the Misty Forest once again, injecting vitality into this forest!

Not just that!

What moved him was not just the moonlight shining on the forest again, but the expectation that the bright moonlight brought him!

If he had previously held a trace of doubt about that young Demon King, worrying that his ability was not enough to support his own ambition, then at this moment, apart from respect and admiration, he had no other thoughts!

Lighting up an entire forest of over a hundred square kilometers...

This was definitely not something an ordinary necromancer could do!

Either he had received investment from some big shot in the Demon Capital, or there was a miracle personally bestowed upon him by His Majesty the Demon God!

Now that the Misty Forest had returned to its heyday, would the entire labyrinth's recovery be far away?

Praise the Demon King!

The Demon Capital had indeed not forgotten this remote frontier, and His Majesty the Demon God had indeed not abandoned His devout subjects!

Tyrell prayed in his heart.

At the same time, the withered wooden staff in Tyrell's hand moved lightly, emitting a crackling sound, as if stretching its stiff bones, regaining its youthful vitality.

"Hahaha... this familiar feeling has finally returned." A satisfied low moan came from the cracked bark.

It wasn't just that withered tree branch that regained vitality, but the entire dead and silent forest. The rustling sound passing through the forest was like the shaking of leaves, and those withered trees bathing in the moonlight seemed to have come alive, blooming with the power of life once again.

A huge aura spread in all directions, and with the spreading moonlight, it shrouded the demons standing in the forest.

The first to perceive it was Valgull.

As an insect, it instinctively felt trembling in front of that life that was more towering than it, and its vocal cords couldn't help but emit a chirping low hum.

In front of that giant beast that was waking up, it was like a flea on its body... even though that guy hadn't released any hunting killing intent toward it.

Those big eyes embedded in the carapace wandered around, finally locking onto Tyrell, and then it made a surprised and angry sound.

"What did you do?"

Tyrell was also shocked by the change in the withered wooden staff in his hand; in his impression, it didn't seem to be like this when Regi Dragong was still alive.

He didn't know what had happened, but still said his guess in a gentle tone.

"Nothing, it's just that the ancestor we serve has woken up."

The withered wooden staff held in his hand was "Gray Wind," and also the ancestor of their branch of Night Elves.

A thousand years ago, their clansmen migrated to the current Thunder County with this branch that fell from the Mother Tree of Yggdrasil, and then were forced to flee into the mountains with the expansion of the Isaac Dynasty as time passed, and later defected to the first Demon King and moved into the underground with him...

The Misty Forest was also planted at that moment.

It was no exaggeration to say that the entire Misty Forest was "His" roots!

That pure power had already surpassed power itself, and even reached the realm of gods, which could not be measured by mortal standards!

Unlike Valgull, Grack was more surprised at the moonlight filling the entire dome.

That surging and rushing power seemed purer than Regi Dragong! More majestic! More unstoppable!

That Demon King...

Was he really just a human?!

Just how strong was that guy?!

Like most orcs, with muscles in his brain, he almost instinctively attributed everything that met his eyes to the Demon King's own strength, but didn't associate it with big shots in the Demon Capital or even the Demon God like Tyrell did.

And unlike him, the "Shadow Demon General" Thanos, who was equally shocked, completely leaned toward the other extreme of grand narrative.

He had heard of the power of the family behind Regi Dragong, which was said to be one of the well-known families in the Demon Capital, only one step away from the Demon God's cabinet.

And now, Regi Dragong's descendant not only didn't feel dissatisfied with the "arrangement of Hell's high-level," but even came here specially to stand on the stage for the new Demon King...

What kind of power was this!

Could it be—

Thanos's pupils widened slightly, and a possibility suddenly surged in his mind.

This new Demon King, the family behind him was even feared by the "power-wielding" Dragong family!

If one ignored the objective facts, this was indeed the most reasonable inference.

However, what was thought-provoking was that although things were fundamentally not what he thought, his imagination was unexpectedly closer to the truth than Grack's brain-filling?

Luo Yan did indeed get sponsorship from many demons, including the magma worms he got from Professor Adonia. Although he didn't rely on the Prince Prince Kelin family's power, his ability to meet Professor Adonia was indeed because of Caesar Prince Prince Kelin.

Even if the introduction letter was written by Principal Aiwen.

A drop of sweat crossed Thanos's forehead, and he had already begun to feel fearful. When he tried to stop the Demon King from arriving here, he did indeed play some small tricks.

Although he felt he hadn't done anything wrong.

In the entire labyrinth, who didn't feel relieved when Regi Dragong died? When they heard that the Demon Capital had sent another Demon King, who wasn't devastated?

He just did what they only dared to think but didn't dare to do!

Just when Thanos was feeling anxious, Branshia was looking at the sky full of moonlight without saying a word.

Compared to the other three Demon Generals, her reaction was still calm, but the surprise in those purple eyes couldn't be hidden.

That was indeed worthy of her surprise.

After all, Regi Dragong used the power of the labyrinth core to light up this dome, in other words, borrowing the power of His Majesty the Demon God.

And now, the labyrinth core had just been deployed, and the area of influence hadn't even expanded to the fourth layer of the labyrinth.

No matter what method he used to achieve this, it was enough to be called a miracle.

Thinking of this, Branshia couldn't help but develop a strong interest in this Demon King, and even changed her initial idea.

The Desperate City didn't actually care who the ruler of the labyrinth was; the demons living there only needed a stable environment to recuperate.

The demands she put forward were also centered on this point.

If the new Demon King wasn't a war maniac, but truly cared about the Demon God's subjects living in this frontier, then having a Demon King wasn't a bad thing for her.

However, the problem now wasn't how she thought, but that the Demon King seemed to have been disappointed to the extreme by the shortsightedness of her colleagues.

If Hell sent another Demon King here, I'm afraid it would be hard to be friendlier than him...

Thinking of this, Branshia frowned lightly and couldn't help but fall into thought.

Must find a way to keep him.

The people standing at the scene had different expressions, and even Hino, who was cooperating with Luo Yan to act in this play, was shocked by the scene that met his eyes, not expecting that human thing to have this ability.

He couldn't help but admire in his heart; perhaps His Majesty the Demon God was right, that guy was indeed a talent, capable of doing things he couldn't do.

It was probably precisely because of this that His Majesty the Demon God chose him.

Just when everyone was amazed, only one demon's face had no surprise at all—

That was Cici sitting on the tree branch.

From beginning to end, she had never doubted that Luo Yan could really do it, even though she knew Luo Yan's true strength better than anyone else.

"Hehe, stupid green monkeys," looking down at Grack who was stunned on the spot, Cici didn't hide the mockery on her face, her scarlet eyes flickering with red light, "Now you know what kind of great power my Lord Demon King possesses, right? Thank His Majesty the Demon God properly; if it weren't for His Majesty the Demon God sending him here, a low-level thing like you would never have a chance to talk to him in your life!"

Grack didn't answer.

But the sweat crossing his forehead had already exposed the tension and lack of confidence in his heart.

As for Thanos, needless to say, that half-breed shadow demon had already begun to consider a way out. Not far behind Cici, in the jungle, a group of little demons were chattering noisily, looking at the moonlight spreading across the entire dome with excited shouts.

"So beautiful..." Mixi, with wide eyes, looked up at the dome, her eyes as if they couldn't move away and were completely stuck on it.

Hearing You You, sitting beside her, laughed wantonly.

"Hehehe! As expected of Lord Demon King! Simply too powerful! Simply too evil!"

Especially looking at the way that annoying orc was eating sh*t, she simply couldn't wait to compose a doggerel on the spot and sing it out.

Hino, standing at the scene, saw that the atmosphere was brewing enough, so he restrained the surprise on his face and returned to a solemn expression, coughing once to open his mouth.

"Lord Demon King said, he will restore the alternation of day and night to the fourth layer of the labyrinth, and make the night longer than the day."

"As for the rest, you are on your own."

This was the last line of the cheat sheet written on his hand.

Having learned the lesson from last time, Hino didn't dare to touch his chin even once this time, for fear that he would rub off the cheat sheet written on his hand.

Finally acting this play to the end, he turned and walked toward the high tower leading to the third layer of the labyrinth without looking back.

Watching Hino's back disappear at the end of the mist, Branshia, who was pondering a countermeasure, was suddenly startled and hurriedly shouted.

"Please wait a moment!"

Hino stopped his steps and said in a muffled voice.

"Is there anything else?"

"I think there might be some misunderstanding between us and Lord Demon King," Branshia squeezed a stiff smile on her face, "And look, we've come all this way... at least let us meet Lord Demon King?"

"That Lord is very busy; do you think he is someone you can see just because you want to?" Hino looked at her with his nostrils and said arrogantly.

That arrogant appearance didn't need him to pretend deliberately; after all, he was like this all day in the Demon Capital, asking for a beating.

Branshia only felt her scalp go numb.

"But..."

Hino aimed at the middle of the cheat sheet on his hand and continued to intimidate with a majestic voice.

"That Lord said, the Gate of Chaos has opened on your faces, and you not only didn't feel a trace of shame, but are still thinking about the power in your hands. Do you know why Chaos targeted you? It's because your inner lightness and blasphemy gave them an opportunity!"

"Such you are not worth saving at all; it's better to use your flesh and blood to feed them, let them ravage the rear of the Aus Empire, maybe that can let you exert a tiny bit of effect! If you are lucky, Chaos will swallow your souls into their bellies together, which is better than letting you return to the embrace of His Majesty the Demon God and pollute the soul pool of the Reincarnation Hall!"

That deafening voice echoed in the forest, and Hino exerted the terror demon's intimidation ability to the extreme.

Although the four Demon Generals present were stronger than him, strength was never an absolute concept, and these four were brain-filling themselves, and those brain-filled things had already scared them into cold sweats.

Branshia swallowed hard, speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say. Grack's face showed a look of shame, as if he really realized the humiliation.

Hearing You You, who was laughing hehe a second ago, suddenly couldn't laugh, shivering and looking at Mixi sitting on the side.

"Mi, Mixi..."

Looking at this colleague whose brain wasn't smart, Mixi said helplessly.

"What's wrong with you again?"

Hearing You You said nervously.

"Lord Demon King... he won't really abandon us, will he?"

She didn't want to return to the life of eating two meals in three days again.

Mixi actually couldn't make up her mind either.

"Don't know... but you don't have to worry so much; Mixi feels that he shouldn't abandon our Great King."

Hearing You You, who was wilting a second ago, suddenly cheered up when she heard this, reaching out and grabbing Mixi's shoulder.

"Will he take the Great King back to the Demon Capital?! Will he take us too?! Is the food in the Demon Capital delicious? I heard that the meat there is so much that it can't be eaten and is even used to pave the road, is that true?"

"Uh uh... then I don't know." That brain-short-circuiting statement jumped several dimensions, almost crashing Mixi's brain.

And just when a few little demons were whispering and talking, Valgull looked at Hino and said in a low and hoarse voice.

"We have already realized our stupidity... please give us another chance for the sake of us all being subjects of the Demon God."

"Yes..." Branshia also followed closely, "Please give us another chance, Lord Demon King! We will prove our loyalty to him!"

"If you really think so, you shouldn't beg me or beg for his mercy, but prove that you are worth saving."

Hino said expressionlessly.

"The army of Chaos is gathering."

"If you really hope he stays to help you solve the mess here, then let him see your determination."

All the lines were memorized, and now Hino had to go.

Throwing the four Demon Generals on the spot, he turned and walked toward the high tower leading to the third layer of the labyrinth without looking back.

Watching Hino's back disappear at the end of the mist, Tyrell took a look at the withered wooden staff in his hand, and then broke the silence at the scene.

"To tell the truth, it wasn't just you who were watching from afar. We discovered his arrival very early, and we were watching him from afar very early... even inevitably holding a mentality of watching a joke."

"We didn't think he was a qualified Demon King, not just because he was too young, but also because he had never been here before, and to us, he was completely an outsider, representing not our interests, but the interests of Hell. We started to feel that he couldn't persist for long, and would soon return from where he came... however, the facts proved that we were wrong."

"Just when we were watching with suspicion, he had already shouldered the responsibility of being a Demon King, led the demons willing to follow him to reorganize, ended the chaos of the labyrinth layer by layer, and cleaned up the mess that Regi Dragong and we had made together... Yes, today's situation is not all Dragong's fault, we also have responsibility, it's just that we forgot."

"I realized this when I was watching coldly. And when I realized it, I was ashamed to find... that he, who came from the deepest part of Hell, did more for this labyrinth than we who live here, and those things were originally our responsibility."

When he said this, Tyrell sighed lightly, then gradually became serious, and said in a solemn voice.

"The Gray Wind tribe will summon all warriors to listen to his dispatch, regardless of whether he is still willing to lead us to continue walking."

"The Nightmare Homeland is the same, we will always listen to his orders," Cici played with her nails and said in a matter-of-fact tone, "We are ready to repel the invading enemy at any time, whether it is an enemy from the surface or an enemy from the Chaos world... unlike some soft-footed shrimps who eat and do nothing."

"Watch your words, little demon of the Nightmare Homeland, we never use our tongues to fight, but our teeth."

Valgull spat out a breath condensed with frost and said in a warning tone, then turned its mountain-like body.

"The Frost clan is also loyal to that Lord... I will gather my clansmen on the fifth layer of the labyrinth, regardless of whether you come or not."

"The Desperate City also listens to Lord Demon King's dispatch; I intended to do so from the beginning," said this sentence without blushing, Branshia put down her arms crossed in front of her chest, and looked at the orc warrior beside her meaningfully, "I think Grack Bloodblade shouldn't stab me in the waist at this time, right?"

"You think of me as yourself?" Grack Bloodblade said with a dark face, "I will go on an expedition with my clansmen!"

At this time, Thanos, the Shadow Demon General who had been silent for a long time, finally opened his mouth after repeated weighing.

"Count me in too."

Branshia's mouth curled into a smile.

"It seems we have reached an agreement... although I always feel that we should have been like this a long time ago."

I heard that the small fries in the upper layers of the labyrinth had also held something called a "Summit Meeting," but they had never discussed it frankly like today.

Thanos glanced at her, didn't say a word, his figure slowly melted into the surrounding mist, and disappeared into this forest in a short while.

"Saying so much nonsense, it's better to bring more guys," Grack sneered and mocked, "I hope that when I see the troops of the Desperate City, it won't be another group of goblins transporting supplies."

Branshia chuckled, staring at his eyes without giving an inch.

"Likewise."

Those were things that had happened when Regi Dragong fought Grand Duke Campbell.

The demons in the labyrinth had never been united, and at this moment they seemed to have condensed together in a state of being harmonious but at variance.

Tyrell couldn't help but pray silently in his heart.

Not just for the fate of the Gray Wind tribe, but also for this labyrinth, and that Demon King he still thought highly of.

Hope this time will be different...

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 153 =====