Chapter 237: Chapter 231 Lies and Truth

“What are you preventing?” Lancelot had already grasped the hilt of Frostslash, “Preventing us from failing?”

“No, that’s not it,” the Elf sighed, “Preventing you from succeeding. It would be problematic if the Eye of Sarizdon were to return safely to Mogrondale City after I went through so much trouble to take it away.”

Everyone was stunned by the implications of these words. The speaker was a Lord of Withering, and a Mogrondale City devoid of commercial value clearly did not align with his interests.

Elothysia stared at the Elf, transformed by the powers of the Abyss, her expression shifting from suspicion to astonishment. A golden glow illuminated her sword blade as she pointed at her opponent and asked loudly,

“You! Why do you reek of Barto’s otherworldly scent?”

“Oh, cool it, sweetheart,” the Elf chuckled mischievously, “If you can become a Paladin, why can’t I serve the Bartez? It seems neither of us is particularly loyal to our own race.”

Lancelot’s heart sank rapidly. Although he had reached the Foundation Establishment Stage, doubling his strength, he had used a lot of his True Yuan due to carelessly touching things earlier. The Yugros Demons in front of him were numerous, well-disciplined, and better trained, making them much tougher opponents than the mutated demons.

“But why?” The Succubus Paladin still seemed incredulous, “You’ve already achieved a high status, why do this?”

“What status? A Lord of Withering who can be eliminated at any time?” The Elf’s face twisted into a disdainful smile, a wicked expression that was extremely jarring to those accustomed to Alamir, “This system is obviously very foolish. The position I worked so hard for can be claimed by any subordinate who walks into my office, declares himself my successor, and then stabs me twice?”

“So you think the strict hierarchy of the Demons is more appealing?” Anger laced Elothysia’s voice more than curiosity, “But in that kind of society, you need a certain status to avoid a miserable life, and even if Mogrondale City thrives, it’s just a neutral city at best. What great merit is there in destroying it?”

“Hahaha,” Satugura laughed uproariously, throwing his head back, “Who cares about Mogrondale anymore? What Archduke Bayer is concerned about is the Demon Legions surging from deeper levels of the Abyss. Without the map provided by the Eye of Sarizdon, those fools would take several times longer to emerge from the Blood Abyss–if they can even find their way out–and in the meantime, the armies of the Nine Hells would take over every corner of the Plains of the Abyss.”

“So, what did the Demons promise you in return to make you willingly take on a master?” Despite her resentment, Elothysia’s curiosity shone through as the Succubus understood all too well the typical demonic way of thinking, although she no longer identified with it, “And as long as you’re a Tanari, the Demons will eventually discard you. Don’t you realize that?”

“But what if I were no longer a Tanari?” The golden-haired Elf revealed a mocking smile as he snapped his fingers. Flames appeared on his fingertips, and then Satugura pressed a finger against his chin, his entire face engulfed in flames but still maintaining that annoyingly smug grin.

“You… You’re no longer a Tanari!” Elothysia stepped back, her face filled with shock, “How… How did you manage that?”

“Archduke Bayer has many extremely capable subordinates,” Satugura removed his finger from his chin, and the flame extinguished as well. “What do you say, Succubus? I think the Archduke would be very pleased to accept your service, and that is the only way you leave here alive today.”

“Why do you guys always want me to return to the side of evil? Have I made demons question the meaning of their own existence?” Elothysia shook her head. “I have already drawn a clear line with my own evil nature, so I will not compromise with demons, and I am sure my partners have no interest in this either.”

“By the way, your information is too outdated,” Kalalin bravely spoke up, though obviously very nervous. “Bayer is no longer the Archduke. The current Archduke of Afnas is Zariel.”

“With our loyal subordinates, Archduke Bayer will soon take back his rightful position, but you will not live to see that happen,” Satugura revealed a confident smile, then uttered several words in a strange language, the meaning of which Lancelot understood through his mental connection with Cromwell.

It was the infernal language, which roughly meant ‘Come forth, my contracted warriors!’

Shadows appeared behind the traitorous Lord of Withering and quickly materialized. Eight Steel Demons, the elite heavy infantry of the demon ranks, appeared in the palace that had once belonged to an Obyrith demon lord, while the surrounding Yugoroth demon mercenaries showed no reaction, clearly loyal to Satugura as an individual rather than to Mogrondale City of the Abyss.

Lancelot’s heart sank further. The number of enemies was more than five times their own. Even if his True Yuan had not been absorbed by the Eye of Sarezdon, it would be difficult to combat so many strong enemies, and given his current state, he might as well consider how to preserve the integrity of his partners’ bodies as much as possible.

“So farewell, my friends.” The golden-haired elf raised his arm and waved it forward as if shooing a few flies, ordering his subordinates, “Kill them all.”

“Hey, don’t be in such a hurry.”

Another voice emerged out of nowhere, carrying a strange tremor, reminiscent of some large beast.

Lancelot’s face changed once more, he pulled out a golden emblem from his chest, the magic fluctuations from it causing him to throw it without hesitation as though it were a bomb made by Phil.

The emblem indeed exploded in mid-air, turning into a giant portal. A Red Dragon lazily came through the gate of light, appearing in the grand hall.

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Compared to the young dragon of its kind that would occasionally visit Twin Bridges Town to collect gemstones, this Red Dragon looked somewhat aged. With sharp insight, Lancelot noticed that the horns on its head were starting to curl, its scales looked disorderly and lacked luster, and there were even mutation-like black spots at the roots of its claws and wings.

But it remained a strong, majestic, and beautiful creature, and for a dragon, age did not imply a decline in strength. The pressure this Giant Dragon put on Lancelot was not inferior to the unnamed person fighting in Flame Demon Form, and it was simply standing there, regarding the traitorous Lord of Withering with a cold gaze.

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