Custom Made Demon King - Chapter 259

Chapter 259: Demon Blood

Under the setting sun, the golden afterglow covered the ground.

Under the light of the setting sun, the entire west city wall of Dendera was plated with a layer of gold, shining brilliantly like an indestructible holy city.

While Roy and the others were waiting for dusk to descend tens of kilometers away, they did not know that at this moment, Dendera was welcoming a familiar face to them…

In the square behind the city hall, a large number of Tower troops were standing and waiting in battle formation. Several mages and heroes of the kingdom of Bradacad stood silently not far from the silver spatial gate, quietly looking at the vortex in the center of the spatial gate.

The leader of these wizard heroes was an old man with a thick white beard, wearing a magnificent robe and a mage hood. His face was solemn.

Standing beside this old man was a dark blue djinn. But unlike ordinary djinns, this one had lightning flashing all over.

In addition, among these wizard heroes, there was also a long-eared elven ranger. This elven ranger had a longbow on his back, and his armor was slanted, revealing half of his chest. He had long red hair, and his left eye had the battle pattern unique to the elves, making him look extremely fierce.

In the silver spatial gate, the vortex suddenly accelerated and spun. This change made the heroes present become lively, and the troops scattered around began to become tense.

From the light of the vortex, a skeleton horse’s skull appeared first. Then a black-robed man with a scarlet spider tattoo on his forehead appeared. Needless to say, this was one of the strongest death lords of Heresh: Arantir!

“Good day, everyone!” After coming out of the spatial gate, Arantir ignored the solemn and vigilant gazes of the mages. He turned over and got off his skeleton warhorse. His right hand held his staff, and his left hand touched his chest as he bowed slightly to everyone. “Asha’s servant greets everyone!”

Although the mages of Bracada did not believe in the dragon gods, the wizard heroes did not dare to slight the famous death lord Arantir and returned Arantir’s greeting.

After the two sides exchanged greetings, the atmosphere eased a little. The leading old man stepped forward and said to Arantir, “Your Excellency Arantir, the kingdom of Bracada has never been very friendly with necromancers, but since there’s a reason this time, we welcome you!”

Arantir’s lips curled into a smile, seemingly mocking him. His expression was very subtle. He said politely, “Your Excellency Astral, I have heard about the tragedy of Ulambus. I am very regretful about it. When I was in the Desert of Death, I encountered that demon. His strength exceeded my expectations. According to my speculation, this demon may very well want to go to Eeofol. After coming out of the Desert of Death, he will inevitably have to pass through Dendera Fortress, so I took the liberty to request assistance from your country. I hope that I can kill that demon here. This can be regarded as taking revenge for the victims of Ulambus!”

When the old man in the magnificent robe heard Arantir mention Ulambus, his face could not help but twitch, seemingly embarrassed.

Although the destruction of Ulambus deserved sympathy, no amount of rhetoric could not conceal the truth of the incident because the mages were the ones courted disaster and welcomed the demon…

This old man, whom Arantir called Astral, had a very high status and position because he was the leader of the Wizards’ Guild of Bracada and an extremely powerful hero. This time, he was ordered to come to Dendera Fortress to provide support. Because of the Ulambus incident, the upper echelons of Bracada were furious. The mages, who had always claimed to be noble, had really lost all their face this time. They had brought out a powerful high-rank demon in their own country. If this was not a joke, then what was?

“Ahem, Ahem!” Astral coughed twice to cover his embarrassment before replying, “It’s precisely because of the negligence of our various races that the demons who escaped from the cage of Sheogh established the demon kingdom in Eeofol. Now Eeofol’s demons are becoming stronger and stronger. If another powerful demon joins their camp at this time, it will be a disaster for every country. It’s indeed necessary to stop and eliminate this demon! Your Excellency Arantir, I’m very happy to receive your assistance. Let your troops come out first!”

Arantir nodded and turned around to look at the vortex of the spatial gate. An invisible mental wave spread out, and then he saw numerous undead troops continuously emerging from the vortex.

Arantir had gathered these undead troops after returning to Heresh. With his reputation in Heresh, many death lords were willing to sell him a favor and provide a lot of support.

The spatial gate used for the army’s teleportation ran for more than an hour. Finally, before twilight descended, tens of thousands of undead troops had teleported over. Due to this, the mages who provided the magic formation with energy were exhausted and nearly collapsed…

Such army portals were generally only built in large fortress cities. In fact, Arantir had brought his troops to teleport from Deyja, the capital of Heresh. It was impossible for ordinary small cities to do this.

Although Astral hated undead, he had to admit that the undead army brought by Arantir was very intimidating. The addition of this undead army undoubtedly made the defense force of Dendera stronger.

After seeing that the troops brought by Arantir finally teleported over, the djinn beside Astral said, “Your Excellency Arantir, this city not only has the troops of Bracada but also of our elven allies, so I hope you can restrain your undead. After all, it’s easy for conflicts to break out between the living and the dead…”

Arantir looked at the djinn and recognized his identity, so he nodded. “Your Excellency Solmyr, you won’t have to worry about this.”

Yes, this djinn known as Solmyr was a very famous legendary figure in the kingdom of Bracada. He was a powerful djinn that had existed for countless years. Back then, he had been sealed in a lamp for more than a thousand years because he had killed the previous owner. In order to escape, he had no choice but to acknowledge another master. And this new master was the ruler of the kingdom of Bracada, Gavin Magnus, who was known as the Immortal King!

Arantir recognized not only this powerful djinn, Solmyr, but also the elven ranger next to him, who was watching silently with his arms crossed. He nodded to the elven ranger. “Your Excellency Gelu, it’s very good to see you here. With the help of the elves, our chances of winning have increased dramatically.”

Gelu, who was a famous ranger among the elves, was also a legendary figure. He was a hybrid of human and elf, having both the wisdom of humans and the agility of elves. He could be considered one of the most famous guerrilla warfare experts in Erathia.

This half-human half-elf was not only deeply trusted by the elf king, but he was also an important link between the elves and the kingdom of Erathia. Because Gelu had been the instructor of Erathia’s guerilla warfare unit, he also received a medal of commendation from Queen Catherine Isabel…

With Astal, Solmyr, Gelu, and Arantir, it could be said that four of the strongest heroes on the continent had gathered in Dendera Fortress! This made Arantir’s confidence swell.

Facing Arantir’s greeting, Gelu nodded and said in a deep voice, “The elves love peace. With a powerful demon appearing, we won’t sit idle!”

When the demon army invaded four years ago, the demons had almost assassinated the Gold Dragon Queen of the elves. Although they had successfully killed the demon Xeron once, his soul had still managed to escape. Everyone knew that the most terrifying thing about demons was that if they could not completely annihilate their souls, they would return sooner or later. As expected, not long later, Xeron appeared again, making the elves worried.

In fact, there were also guests in the elven fortress Aglan tens of kilometers away. They were Archbishop Alaric and a human army sent by Queen Isabel. However, because Alaric’s personality was too bad and he might have a conflict with Arantir, he was temporarily placed in Aglan Fortress and did not come over…

The forces of four countries had assembled to stop the demon!

Gelu had never seen Roy, so he felt that they were taking him too seriously. But he also realized that this was a very good opportunity to give the demons a demonstration. If they could kill that demon here, they might be able to restrain the restless demons, so he still brought the troops…

Looking at the massive army formation in the fortress, Astral stroked his beard with satisfaction. “Now, we’re just waiting for that demon to fall into our trap. But I don’t know when he’ll come here.”

Hearing this, Gelu suddenly said, “Perhaps he’s already here…”

“Huh?!” These words made Arantir, Astral, and Solmyr look at him in surprise.

“I’ve just received news that we’ve lost contact with three patrol teams sent out!” Gelu looked at the sky. “And the place they patrol is the forest of the Angri Mountains to the southeast…”

“…” Astral was silent for a moment before saying, “Since he’s here, why hasn’t he appeared? Is he up to something?”

“I don’t know. But no matter what, just wait and see!” Arantir’s eyes gleamed. “He will certainly appear!”

…

Night finally descended, and the plains without any light became even more silent and mysterious.

At the same time, in the mountain range tens of kilometers away, Roy finally moved.

Under the puzzled gazes of Giovanni and Julia, Roy took out a few ordinary glass bottles that he had just made and placed them on the ground in front of him. After opening the caps, Roy took out Frostmourne and gently swiped it across his left hand!

In Roy’s open palm, blood flowed out. In the dark night, Roy’s demon blood emitted a faint fluorescence! It was the fluorescence of interweaving purplish-red and light green…