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Heir of the White Lotus (Web Novel) - Chapter 1735 Devil Species
Chapter 1735 Devil Species
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The Second Layer of Hell was home to six different species of devils.
The Azirai were arrogant devils that resembled gargoyles. They were tall, thin, and clawed reptilians with large, bat-like wings. And their tails were long and sharp, resembling a scorpion's.
The Imps were one of the weakest in the power hierarchy of Ironynth. They resembled the Azirai, with the only difference being that they did not have scales, and they weren't as big. Their skin was leathery.
Morvans were the slave labor force of the devils. They were blobs of molten flesh that trickled as they moved. They were formless creatures, but their head and parts of their torso were vaguely humanoid in shape.
The Nullfaces were tall, bloated devils. They were similar to Morvans, but more humanoid in appearance. Their eyes and mouths were sewn shut, and a cloud of parasitic insects always seemed to hover around their figures.
Shadowkins, although related to Shadowmuir, could also be found in this layer of Hell. These were humanoids who had merged with the magic of Shadowmuir. Their size and appearance varied depending on the race before they became Shadowkin, but all of them had skin resembling shadows.
And lastly, there were the Spikewings. They were the shortest of the inhabitants of the Second Layer. Their appearance was a mixture of porcupines and gargoyles. They were winged creatures covered in spikes. This species, too, stood at the bottom of the power hierarchy.
These six kinds of devils emerged from the portal in great numbers. The original plan was to send fifty thousand soldiers each to all the continents and have them conquer the land.
Of course, these armies would be led by Mana Core-level devils, and they would have conquered the continents in a matter of days.
However, the plan had changed.
Now, every devil gathered by Govax had no choice but to pass through the portal under Aranal.
An army three hundred thousand strong began to emerge slowly and steadily through that single gateway.
From the top balcony of the royal palace, the lich watched with cold eyes as the devils started to cover the empty streets of the city sprawled out before him. Behind him, the three Elders stood with complicated emotions.
It was finally happening.
The event they had planned for so long was finally unfolding before their very eyes. Although there had been some setbacks along the way, the overall plan still remained intact.
The entire devil army had gathered in Europa. Once the infernal forces dealt with the Union Magi in the south, they would then scatter throughout the world and reap lives.
Before the year ended, Tron would be home to not a single soul alive apart from the lich and his men. All other lives would be sacrificed to Govax.
While everyone was looking at the devils assembling, Marden was instead looking at Leland. He had never expected the Stone Lord to step in and beg for mercy on his behalf. He had truly not expected it.
He recalled the words Leland had said to him while they were ascending from the portal chamber.
'I have just lost a son, he had said. 'I do not wish to lose more people I care about.'
Marden inhaled deeply, then turned his attention to the city before him. Oh, Leland, he thought to himself.
I hope you do not regret your decision.
The sound of footsteps echoed from behind. Everyone but the lich turned around. They saw dozens of devils - azirais and shadowkins - walk toward them with steady steps.
They all were Mana Core Magi, and the auras they radiated were powerful to say the least. Especially, the two leading them. Their auras were vast, not what one would expect from a regular Mana Core Magus.
All but two devils stepped onto the balcony. Marden and the Elders stepped aside. These devils, one an azirai and the other a shadowkin, didn't even cast them a cursory glance. They silently walked and stood on either side of the Cult Leader.
The shadowkin remained silent, the pale glow of the twin moons reflecting his ashen skin. He was a humanoid creature, but his ears were slightly pointed. His eyes were like two pools of darkness. He gazed at the lich with a slightly amused expression.
Meanwhile, the azirai was a red-scaled devil in black armor. But the look he gave the lich was far from friendly.
"You killed one of my devils," he growled, baring his sharp fangs at the lich.
The lich turned his head ever so slightly, green flames constricting behind the visor. "What of it?"
"How dare you!" The azirai swiped his claw at the lich.
A gust of wind blew, and a figure suddenly appeared between them.
Clang!
The azirai's eyes narrowed.
Marden Benton blocked the devil's claw strike with his own hand. His
expression was calm and cold.
"Know your place, devil." Marden's eyes narrowed, gleaming with hints of madness. "I'd be careful of my next words if I were you."
The azirai was slightly surprised. He stood at the apex of the Mana Core Rank. He didn't expect Marden to move so quickly and effectively block his blow. "You're sturdy for an underling," the azirai answered with a cold smile. But he lowered his hand, nevertheless.
The injury on Marden's hand rapidly healed - an act that did not go unnoticed by the devil who had struck him.
"Interesting," said the azirai, his crimson eyes flashing with a peculiar light.
He shifted his attention back to the lich and said, his voice still cold.
"You killed one of my people," he repeated. "Is this how allies treat one
another?"
"Respect is earned," the lich said in an even voice.
The azirai growled, but did not retort. He knew that his underling had made fun
of the lich earlier. He also knew that the lich did what he did to set an example. The Magi who had summoned them were not to be taken lightly.
The devil harrumphed and turned toward the army below. "What is your plan
then?"
"The Magi of this continent still resist," the lich said calmly. "We slaughter every one of them. Then we conquer the other continents one by one."
"Very well." The azirai nodded.
He then turned to the other devil and said, "Rekan, you know what to do."
The shadowkin, Rekan, smiled deviously. "Aye," he said with a nod.
His figure slowly started to meld with the shadows around him. "My kin and I will go first and assassinate the key figures of the opposing army."
The lich turned to the devil and warned, "Leave the one they call the Dark King.
He's mine."
"Is he strong?" the shadowkin asked, licking his lips, a predatory glint in his
eyes.
The lich simply nodded.
"Good." Rekan dissolved into shadows and vanished, leaving behind his parting
words.
"I shall see for myself."
