Slime Leveling [Litrpg, Timeloop]-Chapter 211—Too Weak to Know the Truth

They were speaking in ancient demon language, Knox, and it wasn't even 10 seconds from the moment Averon had activated the King's Mark.

Lily, following the young slime's vision, spotted the black spark.

Remora's spark shot toward her.

Lily flared with the Eldritch aura, forming black barriers around herself.

The barriers collapsed the moment the spark touched them—like shadows before the sun. The spark then slipped into her body.

"What's this?" she uttered, checking her body.

The next moment, golden chains appeared in thin air and wrapped around her body, then disappeared in a flash.

The eldritch energy surging from her vanished instantly.

"So that was his plan," Lily realized, as her temperament changed to the liveliness that Averon remembered.

'Good,' the young slime mused, relaxing his body.

He shook his head.

'Slimes like plants and nature too much,' he clicked his tongue.

He asked, "Are you fine?"

"Yes, it sealed my unholy power...Until I use them… or lose control," Lily replied, taking a deep breath.

Averon nodded, patting himself, 'Remora won't harm me.'

Lily glared at him and asked, "What did Remora want from me?"

Averon spread his hands. "He stated you would help… and how? He didn't specify."

Lily sighed. "Very well. I'll help you out."

With a grin, she nodded. "It seems you have acquired the acknowledgement from the Demon Kings."

"Yes," Averon raised his palm as the black-gold crown mark flickered on it.

"Good," Lily grinned, walking forward. 'I thought he had reached Tier 5.'

Averon cancelled his King's Mark power as Lily, and he descended.

The chill had stopped spreading from Lily since her Eldritch energy was sealed, allowing Averon to be closer to her.

While descending, he asked, "These sealed? Are they like you?... Half Unholy?"

He sensed the bone-chilling, evil energy from the floors.

Lily sighed with dull eyes. "Yes."

"What happened?" Young Slime asked grimly. "You didn't explain."

Lily replied, her voice trembling. "We have failed—failed terribly. And each room is such a failure."

"Failure? And there are so many?" Averon exclaimed. "Is it a ritual failure?"

'I knew that taking power from those creatures was very bad,' he scowled. 'But to think they turn into half Eldritch.'

Lily shook her head, raising her brows. "It doesn't concern you. And you are too weak to know what actually happened."

"What? Weak?" Averon widened his eyes. "How powerful must I be to know?"

Lily placed her palm on Averon, who was in slime form.

Picking him up, she replied softly, "You need to be at least Tier 5 on your own—not external power."

"It's going to take a long time," the young slime sighed.

They descended slowly, as Lily bitterly glanced at each hall, which had been sealed with many demons.

Averon sensed the chill getting less and less as they descended.

After a few moments, they reached Floor 142 as Elder Slime and Mama Slime met with the duo.

Old Slime's eyes widened as he glanced at Lily.

"You are Lily, aren't you?" Elder Slime asked, raising his finger.

'Is Elder from her time?' Averon wondered.

"Yes, indeed I am," Lily nodded, glaring down at Old Slime. "And who might you be?"

"I am Elder Slime… a nameless slime," the old slime sighed, then questioned, his voice high, "What actually caused demons to betray the world?"

"So humans and other races did brand demons as betrayers," Lily exhaled, raising her head and glaring at the ceiling. "Some things are dangerous, you know."

"Dangerous?" The Old Slime's voice turned cold and sharp. "So, you have joined with unholy creatures or failed in an unholy ritual. What is it?"

Elder Slime's body flared with the crimson aura as his voice sounded throughout the staircase, "Why did the majority of demons fight beside the unholy?"

He still hadn't forgotten the words of the white-robed woman he had interrogated in the Ruins City Lunxia.

Mama Slime patted Old Slime. "It's okay... Relax."

She glared at Lily and inquired, "What is the reason?"

'I have never seen Elder get this angry,' Averon frowned.

"The truth is very painful," Lily said, raising her brows.

"Painful?" the Old Slime uttered. "Do you think there is anything more heartbreaking than knowing that demons are hated and labelled as betrayers by the entire world?"

Lily fell silent.

Then she uttered with a deep breath, "{Incomprehensible!}"

The room turned bone-chilling as black ice rose nearly ten inches from the floor.

A crimson eye flashed on the ceiling, with a pink tentacle coming out of its iris.

Whoosh! The tentacle erupted with dark energy and rushed out towards Lily.

"What?" Averon's eyes widened as he flared with demonic force.

"It's okay… She cannot touch us," Lily said softly, patting him.

"She?" Young Slime tilted his body in Lily's arms as golden lightning appeared out of thin air from every surrounding and electrocuted the tentacle and eye.

Zzz!

"How dare you, puny insect, mention my name!" An alien, cruel, cold female voice snarled.

The next moment, the eye vanished due to the lightning. "Damn the barrier!"

The voice hissed, "You are all doomed. We'll take over the world once the barrier is broken."

"What just happened?" the young slime uttered, his eyes widened.

Lily glared down at Elder Slime sharply. "Uttering just her name was enough to cause such a heavy change… Do you think you can withstand the truth?"

The staircase felt colder, as if the world itself had heard the warning.

'Were they enslaved, or did the ritual fail?' The young slime couldn't understand.

Somewhere far from the Demon King's palace, others were already moving their pieces.

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In a luxurious room, the hall was decorated with extravagant furniture and a projector screen on one wall.

On the other side, behind a majestic mahogany desk, sat a handsome, brown-haired, middle-aged man clad in a casual red shirt and white trousers.

His temperament was warm, yet with a dark chill hidden beneath that warmth—something only the experienced would notice.

He picked up a glass mirror the size of his palm and channeled his mana as a hologram flashed with numbers and a few details.

He went through his contact list and called three numbers, putting them together in a conference.

Three holograms flashed in front of his desk.

One was a humanoid bat demon with bat wings folded behind his back, clad in a black suit. His temperament was sharp, yet hidden.

The second hologram was a humanoid panther, clad in a casual shirt and skirt. Her temperament was bloodthirsty, as a gleam of red light flashed in her eyes once in a while.

And the last hologram was a humanoid crocodile clad in a brown suit, bearing a cruel and cold temperament.

"Why did you call us, Hero King Samuel?" the panther grumbled, disgust flowing through her tone.

"The three great demon traitors," Hero King Samuel smiled widely. "I have work for you."