Chapter 730 729. The Tribute
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Red lighting thundered across the sky right then. The Demon World's weather seemed to turn worse, as if it was greeting them with hostility. But the three of them didn't bother with it and just stared at the watch on Sylvester's wrist.
"W-What is the meaning of this?" Dalgan asked, his four eyes frowning. "Why is the date so drastically different?" Lord Two inquired. "What is this contraption?" Sylvester looked behind himself. There was no portal anymore, and no quick way to return home. "It's a watch my daughter made me… An instrument to measure time." Lord Two looked around at the destruction and back at the watch. "Y-You mean… Ten years have passed?" "More for you." Sylvester heavy-heartedly focused his mind back on the current situation. "It seems traveling through that portal had effects on time, hastening it. Ten years have passed since we stepped in. For you two, I'm sure it's been more than a decade." 'Gab, Felix… Mum… I hope the time slip was only relative to the portal, and not you all.' Sylvester felt depressed and anxious, but in the enemy territory, he couldn't show any weakness. 'I'll come back as soon as possible.' Boom!
'Gab, Felix… Mum… I hope the time slip was only relative to the portal, and not you all.' Sylvester felt depressed and anxious, but in the enemy territory, he couldn't show any weakness. 'I'll come back as soon as possible.' Boom!
Thunder continued to roar in the sky. "We need to move from here. The acid rain can melt stones, it could be harmful to us, if now the Po—How are you alive?!" Dalgan stared at Sylvester in shock. "I'm not your average Supreme Wizard, buddy. Now, lead me to your Empress Mother." Sylvester still held them through invisible chains of light. At the same time, he changed his body to look similar to Dalgan. An extra pair of fake eyes appeared on his forehead, and his fangs grew out. His height also increased a few inches, while his hair remained blonde as they weren't rare.
Lord Two blinked dumbly. "You look like my cousin." "That's good. If you mess up, it'll implicate your entire family. So do a good job, or see your entire bloodline vanish from the face of this world." Sylvester didn't hold himself back at all and treated the two as his prisoners—which they were. "..."
Dalgan silently hunched his back as if he had aged a century and started walking. "Let's get out of the incoming storm. If the rain won't kill us, the lightning strike might. From the speed of the wind and the color of lightning, it's a Type Three storm—deadly for those under the rank of your world's Master Wizards. "There are types? What's the highest?" Sylvester amusedly asked, learning new things about the Demon World. "There are five types, the lowest being simple water rain, and type five being acid-lava raining down, with lightning strong enough to kill a Grand Wizard with ease. There is also a mythical sixth type, but it's never been observed. It can supposedly kill your Supreme Wizards," Dalgan explained as they slowly walked towards a rocky mountain. A cave was in their sight. The entire area was like a massive, dry, rocky mountain range with almost no plants in the vicinity, with even the dirt having a pale black color. With the red lighting in the sky, it looked as if they were in hell. "Where are we right now?" Sylvester asked since he had no map of the Demon World. Everything was new to him, as no Popes had gotten this far in the past.
"We are on the southwest edge of the Redscape Continent, the biggest and the center of my world. The seat of power resides here… but right now, we are on Mount Doomsday, the most uninhabitable region of our world," Dalgan explained just as they finally found shelter inside a cave. The storm began to rage outside, and steaming acid rain that created small holes in the stones started to pour down.
"I suppose there's some truth in it. You thought you were the hunter a moment ago, but now you have become the prey." Sylvester pressed harder on his back. "Let's start with a name." "Ostrag! I-I am Ostrag, the Commander of Grand Prince Zorthror's Elite Guards." Dalgan frowned. "Ostrag? I know no such Elite Guard."
However, Sylvester shook his head as he smelled no lies. "He's not lying, Dalgan. It seems much has changed since your disappearance. Your Grand Prince has probably forgotten you." Ostrag noticed Dalgan showing a sense of familiarity with the Grand Prince. When he repeated that name in his head, he remembered something. "No… Dalgan? One of the four Generals sent to the human world?! But you were dead!"
Dalgan frowned, realizing he had been forgotten. Most likely, his family must also believe he's dead. "We were committed to our mission! We were waiting for the Grand Prince to contact us… How could he declare us dead?" "The portal disappeared. There was no way of knowing if you reached the human world. He waited, but no response ca—"
Sylvester stopped them by pressing his back. "I'm the only one asking questions. Now tell me, who are these two, and what were you doing here? If you lie, I'll rip their arms as wel—"
"No! You can't do that. Dalgan… General Dalgan, we serve on the same side. Please protect those two! The Grand Prince is being hunted down by that Empress whore… You must hide the two Princes," Ostrag cried.
"Princes?" Sylvester quickly stared at the two almost human-like demons, both tall and strong-looking. "These two are sons of the Grand Prince?" "Yes! You're strong enough to protect them with Dalgan. I assure you, the Grand Prince will reward yo—"
Ostrag lost his voice, the light in his eyes, and also his life. His head lay severed from the neck, dead at the swift move of Sylvester's spear in a single instant.
"Good." Sylvester turned to the two leftovers. "It seems we have the perfect tribute for a face-to-face meeting with Empress Mother." _________________
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