Xyrin Empire-Chapter 194 - : The Powerless Valimas

Chapter 194: Chapter 194: The Powerless Valimas

Undead creatures really weren’t cut out to be competent workers. Despite their tireless and complaint-free nature, mental strength didn’t necessarily equate to craftsmanship. Looking at the rough caves and the crooked tunnels before me, I deeply realized that these menacing undead creatures also had a tough time.

Especially now that they had shaken off the iron-fisted rule of the Witch Demon King and had transformed into a new species in need of freedom and racial development, the contradiction became even more prominent. Regardless of how the game settings depicted them, in reality, The Forgotten were a race that struggled to develop independently—at least for now. They lacked resources, craftsmen, and a robust production capacity. Almost everything necessary for the smooth development of a new species was missing. They only possessed indomitable spirits and remarkable unity, but these alone were clearly insufficient for The Forgotten’s development. This fact was crystal clear to me, and even more so to Sylvanas.

If we hadn’t appeared, The Forgotten would have found allies eventually, like the Blood Elf, and would have eventually found a way to solve their racial difficulties, such as enslaving humans. But the world was in imminent danger, and no one could be certain when the demons and Fallen Apostles might descend upon this planet. Whether it was scheming or salvation, I had to get them aboard the Salvation Army’s ship.

The Forgotten’s queen, Sylvanas, even as the supreme ruler of a new kingdom, presided over the Royal Council Hall, which was nothing more than a slightly larger stone hall built from an underground warehouse of the old Lordaeron city. Despite the undead having done their best to decorate this hall, I must say, it was quite a destitute setting for a palace.

Sylvanas stood before the throne at the center of the hall, eyeing Anwina and me with great interest, and at the same time, I was observing the Dark Queen, a figure of immense popularity among the vast number of WOW players.

Due to her formidable strength in life, Sylvanas had retained her original appearance even after becoming undead. Apart from her pale complexion and the red glow in her eyes, she looked no different from a living person. Her beautiful face was slightly gaunt, with a hint of valor and pride. The determined and resolute light in her crimson eyes, her long elven ears peeking out from beside her hood, coupled with strands of silver-white hair, added a touch of elfin grace to the queen of The Forgotten. A long, black cloak enveloped most of her body, also concealing the fatal wound that still lingered on her form.

Apparently, my brazen scrutiny had aroused the dissatisfaction of the host; a cold and slightly hoarse snort unexpectedly rang in my ear.

“Hmph, human, it seems you’re not quite aware of your current situation?”

“The Forgotten’s hospitality isn’t exactly impressive,” I looked around, yet couldn’t find anywhere to sit, “I wonder if your resource scarcity is so severe that you couldn’t even provide a chair for me…”

Sylvanas was visibly taken aback by my forthright behavior. She was stunned for a moment, then suddenly revealed an interested smile, “An interesting person, you seem much braver than the other mortals. However, in this city, there are no seats prepared for the living. If you have something to say, it’s best to say it now. I don’t have time to beat around the bush with you.”

Such straightforward remarks indeed. Both queens, yet the difference is enormous. My Sandora is much more endearing…

However, I showed no displeasure but looked around and said, “I do have some important matters to discuss with you, but could you first dismiss anyone unrelated?”

As I spoke, my gaze focused on the large figure standing behind Sylvanas because she had already cleared the hall of irrelevant personnel like the guards. Now, besides Anwina and me, the only ones left were Sylvanas and a Fear Demon King.

“Yes, it’s that Fear Demon King Valimas who always served as mere background in the Dark City, offering but two or three quests, invariably the first to fall in every city slaughter, and even on the verge of betraying Queen MM in the next update—the legendary batman himself…”

“Don’t take our hospitality for granted,” Sylvanas hadn’t reacted yet, but the Fear Demon King at her side spoke up, “Human, sometimes your arrogance can cost you your life! Do you think you can contend with the Fear Demon King?!”

I didn’t say anything about the demon’s rash interruption, but I could still detect a flicker of displeasure on Sylvanas’s face. It seemed that from the beginning, Sylvanas had never placed much trust in this demon, resorting to this cunning creature as an underling only because of an extreme lack of powerful allies.

Never turn your back on a demon, this seemed to be an eternal truth. You could never expect loyalty from a demon; these sly beings were always ready to betray for their own benefit. According to the “plot” I had learned, in the end, it was precisely this towering Fear Demon King before me who would betray Sylvanas. Naturally, I had not the slightest bit of fondness for this creature.

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“Do you think you can contend with Emperor Xyrin?” I mimicked the Fear Demon King’s tone, glancing disdainfully at him before saying so.

“You say…” Valimas, of course, was infuriated by my provocation. Demons have no composure to speak of, especially when challenged by a human they deemed utterly insignificant. But just as he was about to retort, he suddenly found his entire strength had vanished in an instant, even his racial talent abilities as a demon seemed to have disappeared entirely. The sudden onset of powerlessness nearly brought the massive demon to his knees. His body violently swayed, and then he turned his terror-filled eyes towards me, “What… what on earth did you do?!”

What I had done was simple, merely using spiritual power interference to forcibly sever his control over his own energies, much like I had done with that Variant Demon before. Used correctly, this ability could be described as heaven-defying; a surprise attack could even render a formidable enemy incapable of walking in an instant. Every ability had its pros and cons, though; this spiritual interference typically only worked against those weaker than me. It had been easy to deprive the Variant Demon, who was merely a Mixed Soldier Level enemy and had already been crippled by the Xyrin Soldiers, of his five senses and talent abilities. I easily blocked all his perceptions and could even make his racial talents disappear forever. However, using it against this Fear Demon King was rather challenging. For starters, Valimas’s power was not something a Mixed Soldier Level Variant Demon could compare with. Moreover, each Fear Demon King is a master hypnotist skilled in mental strength. His resistance far exceeded my expectations; I even felt for a second that I might lose control of my spiritual power. Fortunately, at the last moment, I managed to surpass him in the intensity of spiritual power. However, such spiritual interference definitely couldn’t last long—within a minute, Valimas would likely recover. So it was best to scare him a bit and leave it at that—I never expected this blatantly harassive power to defeat a Leader Level demon.

Watching Valimas’s pale face, I smiled inscrutably and said, “Demon, consider this a lesson. Outside this world, there are many powers you cannot comprehend. I need but a thought to reduce you, a so-called strongest demon, to less than a pig in combat. The power you pride yourself on can be stripped away by me at any time!”

Having said this, my control over Valimas nearly reached its limit. To continue might reveal my own weakness. A Leader Level demon truly was not to be equated with mere Mixed Soldiers. With my formidable spiritual power, I had managed to control him for barely a minute and a half. But seeing his now utterly terrified expression, I knew that minute and a half had achieved the effect I desired.

I withdrew the spiritual interference affecting him without any outward sign and said with a cold face, “You may leave now. You should feel fortunate—at least you are luckier than another demon who, after being stripped of all power, had no choice but to lie on the Alchemists’ operating table.”

Being treated with such contempt obviously ignited a fury within Valimas, but faced with absolutely overwhelming and unheard-of power, a demon and a Holy Knight would make different choices. Valimas feared death, or else he would not have chosen to betray his own kind and submit at Sylvanas’s feet. So he didn’t even dare give an offending glance, and he left the hall rather awkwardly.