Watching Leo's departing back, Dian said, "Mr. Leo, it seems that the failure a thousand years ago truly changed you a lot."
The Wisdom Demon didn't turn back.
He paused his steps, slightly inclined his head, perhaps adding, "It also changed the demon race a lot."
Finally, as Leo's figure completely disappeared into the distance,
The Void Passage area was once again left with only the Sorcery Demon.
Under the crow mask, Dian was deep in thought.
Firstly, he would definitely not descend in his true form just to protect the king. That much was certain.
No matter how Leo tried to persuade him, citing examples of how humans protected the key to their victory against the demon race, the Chosen One of destiny, it was futile.
After all, in the Sorcery Demon's view, the Demon King was his superior, and that was all.
His service to the Demon King was merely to ensure a continuous flow of resources for his magical research as the demon race conquered one world after another, supporting the enormous consumption required for his studies.
If there was anything that could make him sacrifice his life, it would only be some profound and incomprehensible magic formula.
Or something that would fill him with fanatic curiosity, something unknown and fresh that would excite him to the point of trembling uncontrollably, with a strong desire to explore and research.
Thinking this,
Dian looked down at his own hands, trembling uncontrollably.
If he were to take off the crow mask,
Dian believed that his expression would undoubtedly be twisted and filled with pleasure.
After all, A Demon King like a human.
Was there any topic that could fill him with more desire to explore and research?
Therefore, for this reason, He would descend in his true form alongside the king, advancing and retreating together with him.
However, the foundation of all magic formulas is equivalent exchange.
Since he had given the king his greatest sincerity,
Then…
The Sorcery Demon took out a green crystal from his bosom, the essence of a Wicked Demon. At the time, he had deceived the Wisdom Demon, actually not using these essences given by the Wicked Demon to reinforce the Void Passage.
But now,
Dian elegantly raised the green crystal high. Under the powerful magic of the Sorcery Demon, the essence of the Wicked Demon was crushed into powder and scattered into the Void Passage below.
Experiments need variables.
Just as he was doing now.
[Time remaining until the demon race's descent: ——0 hours 57 minutes 10 seconds]
…
In the Wicked Demon's tent,
"Lord Lordan, it's utterly foolish of the king to choose the Sorcery Demon over you!"
A high-ranking Wicked Demon was venting in the dark tent to their leader, angrily criticizing Reji.
Criticizing alone wasn't enough.
The high-ranking Wicked Demon angrily continued: "Everyone knows our Wicked Demon race understands humans the best. Lord Lordan you are the greatest support to the king. When we learned the council's decision, many Wicked Demons were so furious, they wanted to confront the Demon King, to request a review for Lord Lordan!"
Pleasing and flattering superiors,
Has always been the habit of the Wicked Demons.
Lordan coldly glanced at his confidant and said, "Then you go."
When it got serious, the high-ranking Wicked Demon, who was just filled with righteous indignation, immediately softened. The idea of actually going to see the king... he, he wouldn't dare.
Lordan obviously knew what his subordinates were like.
After telling his confidant to stop spouting nonsense, Lordan pondered for a moment and then asked, "How is the investigation I asked you to conduct going?"
Speaking of this, the high-ranking Wicked Demon's face showed a puzzled expression.
"Lord Lordan, I gathered five high-ranking Wicked Demons, ten mid-ranking Wicked Demons, and even found a low-ranking Wicked Demon. Aside from the low-ranking one, it seems the rest of the Wicked Demons vaguely felt that they could trigger the king's talent."
The talent of the Wicked Demons is the perception of weakness.
No wonder the high-ranking Wicked Demon was puzzled and bewildered.
After all, they had all witnessed the king, upon his descent, effortlessly overpower the two strongest pinnacle forces of the demon race, the Sword Demon and the Great Demon, in a one against two battle.
But why...
Lordan didn't speak.
His deep green eyes shimmered with thoughtful light.
Soon,
Lordan changed the topic.
"Where's the Heart-Eroding Mirror you were supposed to bring?"
"Here, Lord Lordan."
The high-ranking Wicked Demon quickly pulled out a mirror with a sickly green sheen, filled with an evil aura, from his bosom.
After receiving the mirror, a sly smile appeared on Lordan's somber face.
The words of his confidant confirmed his suspicions were correct.
There was definitely something wrong with the demon king.
But what exactly was wrong, Lordan still needed to investigate.
However, because he had already become fearful before, Lordan changed his strategy. On the surface, he continued to flatter and support the king while conducting his investigation to unveil the king's true nature in private.
Simply put, Lordan was looking for a pawn to do his bidding, to test the king for him.
A pawn that, even if exposed, wouldn't matter and wouldn't be traced back to him.
Exactly, It was the humans.
Sealed in the Chaos Rift for a thousand years, especially after opening a new Void Passage, Lordan had not been idle. Although he couldn't leave, he could influence and reach into the human world.
All thanks to this Heart-Eroding Mirror.
The treasure of the Wicked Demon race.
And now, It was time to reap the results.
He had pretended to make a big sacrifice at the council, offering those essences to strengthen the passage, but it wasn't that simple.
As Lordan manipulated it, the sickly green mirror shone even brighter, and what reflected from its surface was the clear image of the human world.
It was, a senior professor at a human academy.
"Students, please turn to page 104 of your textbook. Today, we will review the knowledge points related to 'The Great Guardian Malvin' that will appear in the final exam."
"In the year 162 of the Glorious Calendar, Malvin was born in the Darran Empire, also known as the land of magic. As an orphan, Malvin shocked his teachers by proposing the theory of magical relativity and, with the support of the orphanage director, went on to further his studies at the Darran Intermediate School of Magic."
"In the year 176 of the Glorious Calendar, Malvin graduated from the Darran Intermediate School of Magic with top marks in all subjects, was recommended for admission to the Arcane Academy, and was taken as an apprentice by the then-famous Professor Kais."
"In the year 180 of the Glorious Calendar, Malvin won the Arcane Contest championship. At only 18 years old, Malvin had already lit up four Arcane Star Orbits. By the year 193 of the Glorious Calendar, Malvin had invented over 128 low-level spells, 63 intermediate spells, and 7 high-level spells, officially becoming a leader in the field of magic."
"In the year 200 of the Glorious Calendar, during the demon invasion, Malvin served as the Great Guardian. In the year 203, Malvin's high-level spell, Lightning Storm, annihilated fifty thousand demon troops in Greywind Gorge, successfully covering the retreat of the Lionheart King. In the year 209, Malvin founded the Arcane Guerrilla Squad, training a large number of excellent mages to fight against the demon race for humanity."
"In the year 214, during the Mare Empire battle, Malvin defeated the Sword Demon Apostle Pierre. In the year 219, during the Naran River battle, Malvin alone delayed a hundred thousand demon troops, protecting the crucial canal for transporting supplies. In the year 243, Malvin eliminated one of the Great Demon commanders, Senaoli. In the year 257, Malvin."
"…"
"....."
"In the year 271, the Great Guardian, who dedicated his life to humanity, died at the hands of a demonic traitor, his beloved disciple. The Great Guardian, exploited by others, was ultimately tortured to death by the Soul-Seeking Curse of the Sorcery Demon clan."
On the podium, the thin professor was seriously giving a history lesson, word by word.
However, in the nearly empty classroom below, there were only about eight or nine students.
Among them, five students were sleeping on their desks, three were doing homework for other subjects, and only one girl with glasses and some freckles on her face was listening attentively and taking notes.
Actually, this wasn't too surprising.
After all, a male student who was lying down sleeping yawned. He glanced at the professor seriously teaching on the podium and the only other student taking notes next to him.
The male student shook his head.
Who would actually sign up for such a boring and dull ancient history class if not for extra credits?
Why listen to these long and tedious histories?
He also admired the professor for teaching so earnestly.
What era was it, and still talking about demons.
Other professors were thinking about how to get promoted and earn a higher salary, aiming for higher positions, while this professor was still researching these ancient relics from a thousand years ago, a race that had long been extinct.
Couldn't understand it, really couldn't.
But,
Well, It couldn't be said that way. Luckily this professor was old-fashioned and honest, not like other professors. He wouldn't mind them sleeping in class, and the exams were very easy, casually passing them.
That's precisely why he signed up for this class.
After clicking his tongue a few times, the male student shifted to a more comfortable position and continued to sleep soundly on the desk.