The Elf Journey In The Western Fantasy World-Chapter 192: The Light Before the Fall

The second possibility would bring more despair to the Pope.

Judging by the current situation, the Pope had already reached his limit.

His whole person was like someone standing on the edge of a cliff, just a little push would send him over.

First, he learned that the other nations had stabbed him in the back, and now his elite troops were being thoroughly defeated, reduced to desperate resistance.

What’s worse, he couldn’t retreat.

The Pope had placed all his last hopes on the Fallen Demons, but if they were wiped out before they could even take action, then he might truly be driven mad by fury, perhaps even to the point of dropping dead from sheer anger.

A difficult choice indeed.

Drow thought about it and felt that, given how protective the demons were of the Demon King, they would never allow any factor that might endanger him to exist.

"I guess it’ll be the second scenario, the demons won’t let the Demon King be in danger."

Illiya smiled and gave his own answer as well. "I think the same as you, Drow. The demons won’t let the Demon King be put in danger. Besides, those weapons of theirs weren’t made for nothing."

Drow’s expression immediately became a little strange.

It was obvious that he had remembered something and couldn’t help but twitch the corner of his mouth. "...Indeed."

All they could do now was pray for the safety of the Fallen Demons.

As the Chief Steward of the demon race, how could Sebastian possibly allow any dangerous elements near His Majesty the Demon King?

That was absolutely impossible.

In the past, perhaps they had arrogantly believed that with their strength, the Demon King would never be harmed under their protection.

However, that kind of thinking had been completely shattered not long ago.

Now, he would not allow even the slightest danger near His Majesty the Demon King, and he no longer believed that his protection was flawless.

If it hadn’t been for the existence of Illiya, that little elf, and his companions, Sebastian would likely have carried his arrogance to the bitter end.

Who could’ve predicted that the Yaguk Theocracy, whom they had always dismissed, had actually allied with the Fallen Demons long ago?

Even more shocking was the fact that they hadn’t even known Fallen Demons existed within their own territory.

Or rather, the previous Demon King had vaguely hinted at it, but no one had taken it seriously.

Arrogantly, they believed that with the strength of the demon race, there was no scheme or plot they couldn’t crush.

But reality clearly wasn’t that simple. If they hadn’t been reminded of this issue, then by the time the war came around, the crude plan cooked up by the Yaguk Theocracy and the Fallen Demons might have actually succeeded.

If the Demon King were injured, chaos would erupt among the demons, and who knew what might happen after that.

Now was the time to wash away their past disgrace. All the preparations they had made were for this moment.

How could Sebastian possibly be unaware that several unidentified "demons" had infiltrated their ranks?

Of course he knew, but he had deliberately instructed others to ignore it if they noticed anything.

In order to create confusion among the mid- and lower-tier demons who weren’t part of the inner circle, he even came up with a grand-sounding excuse.

"All demons are welcome to join the crusade, everything is for the glory of the Demon King!"

What demon would refuse to fight for the Demon King’s glory?

None.

The mid- and low-ranking demons had no suspicions. Only the core members who were in the know, specifically, the Seven Demon Lords of the demon race, understood the real reason.

Everything was for the purpose of lulling the Fallen Demons into a false sense of security as they attempted to blend into the army.

The time had nearly come.

The demon army and the Yaguk Theocracy’s forces were locked in intense battle (with Yaguk Theocracy being completely crushed), and the Fallen Demons hidden among the demon ranks were now preparing to seize the opportunity to sneak toward the rear and approach the Demon King.

Would Sebastian allow them this chance?

Absolutely not.

A cold smirk tugged at the corner of Sebastian’s mouth. He raised a hand and, in full view, signaled to his trusted subordinates, it was time to act.

The leader of the Fallen Demons, who had been keeping a constant eye on the Demon King’s position, felt his heart jolt.

A strong sense of dread rose in his chest.

It was just a small gesture, and yet it filled him with the overwhelming urge to flee.

He didn’t know why, but his entire body began to tremble with fear. Instinctively, he shouted out loud, "Run! Get out of here now!"

But it was already too late.

The weapons forged from top-grade magical crystals finally unleashed their true power.

Once infused with massive amounts of magic, the weapons began to emit a radiant light.

Gradually, that glow intensified, brighter and brighter, until it became blinding.

Even though it was broad daylight, the magical crystal’s brilliance shone so intensely that no human or demon could ignore it.

On the human side, people quickly shut their eyes and turned their heads away from the demon ranks.

The light was far too harsh.

If they kept looking, their eyes truly wouldn’t be able to withstand it.

The demons were equally dumbfounded.

In the middle of battle, why were their weapons suddenly lighting up like this?

And it wasn’t just a faint glow, the light kept growing stronger and stronger until it became absolutely blinding.

Although demon physiology (specifically their eyes) wouldn’t suffer any damage, it still seriously hindered their combat effectiveness.

What were they supposed to do now, charge up to the enemy with their glowing weapons and shout, "Look! I’ll blind you with my radiance!"

It wasn’t just the demons on the battlefield who were confused, everyone else who didn’t know what was going on was equally bewildered.