Chapter 416: Steal
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Grigory was back to the desk studying the dark-red crystal as if the commotion outside didn't concern him at all. In fact that commotion wasn't worth his time: the lava demons weren't something special that needed his attention, anyone passing by the lava flow would encounter the low intelligence, elemental organism, Demon Scar Gorge was the confluence of the underground magna network from where lava demons emerged. But those creatures hadn't the ability to climb their way out of the gorge, the only threat to passingby soldiers was the steam from magma activity. This noxious gases could harm even the most magic-equipped and well-trained soldiers.
But warlocks had a way to contain the noxious gases.
The door was pushed open. An elderly man wearing a long purple robe and holding a wand walked in. He was one of the higher commanders of human warlock forces.
"Master Lufferne," Grigory got to his feet and greeted. "There's a hell of activity at the bottom of Demon Scar Gorge where noxious gases could burst out from the block enchantment any time. I hope you could go there and make sure everything is under control."
"No problem." The elderly who was known as Master Lufferne nodded. He was a founder members of the Allied Army, a best friend of Grigory, so there was no need for him to be punctilious. He saw the dark-red crystal on the table and couldn't help asking, "You still study this? What have you got?"
"Nothing except a visual clip." Grigory shook his head. "I almost think that it's just a joke."
"This is a part of the demon sword, it's real." Lufferne stared at the dark-red crystal, his eyes gleamed. "And we have confirmed the presence of demonic breath which is impossible to forge, it must be a personal item of the mad demonic king before he fell. Just that we do not know why he left this message, what was the purpose. He was very elusive."
"Purpose? It's just a conspiracy." Grigory smiled scornfully. "It's purpose is nothing more than wanting the Allied Army to plunge into chaos and infighting. He knew the destructive power of secret especially of a powerful person. He purposely left us a secret so that we couldn't ignore it. Furthermore, he saw it was in our nature that we wouldn't destroy or seal the crystal—and that's the conspiracy."
Lufferne looked at the crystal in silence. Then he closed his eyes slightly. "Indeed. The other six heroes also know that's a conspiracy but they couldn't help. Gee, that's human nature, just look at the way your're facisnated by it. But then, do you really believe in the existence of the artifact? It would be a joke of the year if it came out to be only a lie made up by the mad demonic king. This crystal is real, but the artifact mentioned therein may not."
"I believe it's real." Grigory smiled. "Or else how are you going to explain from where the mad demonic king had got his power..."
Before his could finish, the sound of an explosion outside interrupted him.
"What happen?" Grigory and Lufferne were shocked. They ran to the window and saw fire lit the sky and the soldiers down in the barracks were scrambling for battle. Far ahead where the fire was burning, countless giant demons had appeared from nowhere!
Among the demons was a five-metre-tall primitive cerberus. The cerberus was draped in heavy rock armour, eyes bloody-red and blood was dripping down from its fangs as it looked up and pointed its nose toward the giant red planet. "WOOOOOF—W..."
The cerberus choked in its howl.
But Grigory hadn't the time to delve into this minute thing. He could tell by the blood smell in the air that he was facing an army of blood-thirsty demons. And sure enough, those demons were wearing the armours of Serathon army!
"The demons are attacking the barracks?" Lefferne appeared shocked. "Could it be that some higher warlocks controlled by the demons had infiltered us and opened a gateway from within?"
The door swung open as a guard burst into the room, appeared panicked. "General! Serathon army is coming from the east!"
"Prepare for battle! Protect the warlock tower in the east!" Grigory ordered. "Sound the alarm and call the elven and orc armies for help!"
While the flame was burning furiously in the east, more demons emerge from it. Apparently they were elite forces being teleported here—it was a flame gateway which the Allied Army had never seen before: this kind of demon summoning was very different from the ordinary method used by warlocks.
But it was no time to delve into the details as the demons had formed a massive army marching toward the barracks. They're attacking the city.
Sound of alert blared throughout the barracks and a dozen bright flares were shot into the air. The Allied Army, an elite force which had been baptised by the brutal ten-year war, appeared well organised and calm in the face of the sudden attack. Warriors lunged out from the barracks to meet the enemies. As both sides were closing in on each other rapidly, a fierce battle was about to erupt right at the doorstep of the barracks.
While the old warlock Luffern was rushing to back up the warlock forces, Grigory clenched his fists and looked at the flame and explosion far ahead outside. He felt the movement and the speed at which the demons moved was weird, and the stink of blood in the air had him realise the severity of the situation.
The lava demons of Demon Scar Gorge were rioting...demons were attacking the city...
The coincidence of the two events made Grigory realise that the attack was premeditated! Serathon, the cunning abyssal demon must have planned for the attack for sometime. But what he was after?
Grigory immediately thought of the dark-red crystal but he also knew that Serathon hadn't found out that the crystal was with him. He looked at the advancing demons and found that they were actually coming toward the platinum obelisk where the pope was at.
Grigory was still a cavalier in his blood through and through. He grabbed his weapon and ready to go to defend the platinum obelisk. Just when he was about to leave, he again glanced at the dark-red crystal on his desk.
Though it seemed the crystal didn't contain any secret, he had to hide it from preying eyes. Grigory turned back. He put the crystal into a large metal box by the wall and protect the box with a magic lock which even Lufferne wouldn't be able to hack. The metal box gave out a series of weird noise before a large number of gray iron arms grew out of it and attached to the wall and floor as if by welding.
Then only he rushed out in full swing and ordered his guards to meet the enemies together.
After Grigory left, the window suddenly opened on its own before Hao Ren and Lanina slipped in.
"Thanks to your charm the soldiers were lured away." Hao Ren praised the succubus. "Didn't you say that you have never practiced that skill?"
"I didn't. All I know is only the basic. Those are just ordinary soldiers, they aren't difficult to deal with." Lanina looked a little strange. "Don't talk about this anymore, I'm having goosebumps right now..."
Hao Ren quickly slipped to the corner of the wall next to the metal box. "I saw he placed the crystal in here. Are you sure that was the crystal on Y'zaks' sword?"
"I'm sure as hell. I was the one mounting it but unfortunately the demonic sword was lost during the final battle." Lanina squatted down in front of the metal box, her brows pulled together as she looked at the floating magic runes on the metal box. "Damn it... it's a lock made by the elf and the dwarf."
"Can you open it?" Hao Ren was surprised.
Lanina shook her head. "Ony if it were a normal lock. The lock needs a specific rune formula to unlock. There is no way to read the information related to the runes before it is opened."
Hao Ren's brows knit together instantly. He tried to shook it but realised the box had fused together with the entire room. He reached his hand into his dimensional pocket before taking out the alloy spear. "Step back. I remember the spear head has a plasma arc welding function... it's OK we cannot unlock it, we can take the entire box away."
"What?" Lanina asked.