After Being Sold Out By The Empire, I Decide To Assist The Demon King Chapter 326 - 70 The End Has Come

Traveling between planes cos in many different ways... This had been ntioned before.

And using different "gates" and "circles" for travel would produce different effects; the ti spent varies, and it could even affect the degree of power decline and the recovery speed... This had also been ntioned before.

However, no matter how long the travel took, for those moving between planes, it was just a blink of an eye, as if closing and opening their eyes was all the ti it took.

This seed to have been ntioned too.

"..."

So, at the mont Raphael opened his eyes, he imdiately saw the snow-covered ground, and at the sa ti, he felt his power decline... From Heaven to Hell in one breath, and then from Hell across the Shadow Realm and the Void Realm, finally arriving at the Main Plane. He didn’t feel great.

His power had declined very seriously, probably by more than half.

However, no matter how severe it was, it was much better than using improper channels for inter-plane transportation, which would result in traveling with only about one-tenth of his power left.

(Ernie: ...)

But even so, it was still unimaginably severe... Here we referred to travel through proper channels as opposed to using sothing like the "Blood Realm Gate," which could leave one with less than one-tenth of their power and possibly get killed in an ambush.

For example, encountering an extraordinary ambush during the journey.

"It seems like the ti is off... By the normal flow of ti, it should be sumr in the Main Material Plane now."

phisto said this as she looked at the snow that barely reached her ankle and, like her other sisters, casually flew up. She sensed the ti and said, "That’s right, it is indeed sumr now."

But the temperature around them felt like winter.

"Did sothing happen in the Main Material Plane while we traveled?"

Baal asked curiously as she looked at the continuous snowfall above their heads. She said, "We are in the Beastman Country... It’s neither the far south nor the far north. What happened?"

However, none of the four of them knew the answer to this question.

"Where is Yila?"

Raphael asked this, seemingly unconcerned about the environnt around him. As he asked, he was already looking in the direction of the Demon King Territory. He said, "I can see it already. Are you going to co along?"

For Raphael, his goal was very clear and had never wavered... Whether in heavy snow or intense heat, it made no difference to him.

To kill Yila and judge whether Yila Elkaras was truly chaos... At that mont, whatever the result, Raphael would probably choose the path of death.

In simple terms, all Raphael wanted was relief.

*From this world where gods no longer existed, destined to perish, where the divine ssengers could never fulfill their promises... to escape.*

"The ti has co."

As Raphael said this, he didn’t wait for the three Hell Demon Gods’ responses. He rely soared into the sky, spreading the wings filled with dark feathers that symbolized the "Fallen."

"My brother (Yila), now is the ti for to kill you!"

Raphael still referred to Yila as his brother, still treated him as a child created by the gods, without labeling him directly as "chaos," because Raphael wasn’t certain and wouldn’t arrogantly define Yila as chaos.

He didn’t even consider Yila his enemy.

Still, the determined killing intent in his eyes, hidden beneath the helt and armor of the Heavenly Holy Knight, proved his resolve to kill Yila at this mont.

This was neither arrogance nor despicability, and many observing the arrival of him and the Three Demon Gods understood that it wasn’t a misunderstanding; it was justified.

Because Yila indeed had reasons to be labeled as "chaos."

"Sister, let’s go."

"Mm."

"But... should we get involved?"

"Let’s see when we get to the Demon King Territory..."

During the three sisters’ conversation, Raphael turned to look at them and requested, "I hope you can help by holding off the other outsiders... like Wenresa and her companions."

To hold off, if that was all... it would be relatively easy.

"What’s in it for us?"

For the question posed by phisto following him, Raphael could only shake his head and sincerely gave his answer, "I’m sorry, I have nothing to offer."

Indeed, Raphael could have given so empty promises, but he wasn’t that kind of person. Besides, the three Demon Gods knew the answer to this question very well.

*Fallen from Heaven, seeking relief... this Raphael had left nothing for himself.*

Naturally, there was no reward to be given.

"Then, let us use your fallen ones left in Hell..."

For phisto’s suggestion, Raphael had no reason to refuse. He reached back, plucked a black feather from his wings, and turned it into a small sword no longer than a finger, handing it to the three, saying, "Take this; they will understand."

"You do indeed need stronger subordinates to guard the seal... those demons who spent their days fishing are of little use, but this is your choice, and I have no right to interfere."

Raphael said this, then suddenly thought of sothing. He looked towards the distant north and realized, as did the three sisters at the sa ti.

"Sealing?"

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"..."

Ernie stood by the window, looking at the small demons around the Magma Lake she created to warm the Demon King Territory, laughing and chatting... She didn’t know what she was thinking.

But the Demon King Territory had a peculiar charm, different from many other countries she had seen. Everyone here seed very happy and trusted Yila very much.

Even though Yila never seed to share his dreams with them.

Their respect, reverence, and love for Yila hinged entirely on his actions and the beautiful life he had brought them, not entirely on yielding to his dreams... Perhaps, that was the biggest difference.

This was the reason why a "ho" could endure.

*Ernie thought of this and then suddenly felt sothing, looking towards the north... where the Beastman Country was. She widened her eyes suddenly and rushed out of the room.*

"Yila! Wenresa! The Primordial Mage (human woman)! Raphael... has co to the Main Material Plane!"