The next day.
At noon.
On the battlefield, powerful spells, attacks, and magical barriers ca and went, the environnt seed quite chaotic, and the Presial kingdom’s army camp had even been relocated 1,000 ters further back.
More than a battlefield, it resembled a fantasy realm in which spells, concentrated aura attacks, and magical barriers erged all at once in a turbulent chaos in which only the most skilled soldiers from each army could survive.
Marzon’s halberd cut through the spells, scattering them, stopping the attacks, and breaking the barriers.
Another who kept up his efforts, despite his tired face, was Absab, who fought in a similar way to his master.
The strongest imperial sub-commanders did not dare to attack the strongest enemies recklessly, because whenever the imperial soldiers tried, the demons acted.
"They are hunting us. Hunting the high-ranking ones," was Commander Davis’ warning after observing and leading the war.
The battles caused the entire environnt to rumble and fill with residual magical energy.
As the hours passed and the sky turned chiaroscuro, Commander Davis Roberson ordered a retreat, his goal being to wear down the enemy.
...
As night fell, the military camp of the Presial kingdom’s army was filled with anguish, disappointnt, anxiety, depression, and more.
Morale was at rock bottom; they didn’t even believe they could withstand the next confrontation with the enemy army.
There was not much to say at the military council.
So knew the reason why Eljam had died, as did most of his allies.
King Sition looked at his commanders and said:
"Tomorrow, if the imperial army attacks, I will join the battle. It took a lot of effort to reach the ’middle level’ of the seventh spiritual core, I will not leave without a fight. In my 300 years of life, I never imagined an outco like this, but as a warrior I was prepared to fight. Go with your soldiers and prepare for the final battle."
The six remaining commanders nodded and left the tent.
The king looked tired and was alone at that mont, staring at the ceiling above him.
In the military tent of the crown prince of the kingdom of Presial, lit only by the light of two candles, Absab knelt with his bleeding forehead against the carpet, praying to a silver humanoid statue.
"Please, Eternal Sage. With your omniscience and omnipotence, grant us your power and guide us to victory."
The prince raised his head again and banged it against the carpet covering the hard floor.
At that mont, the prince thought of his daughter, his wife, his mother, and his kingdom.
The candles went out, and a cold breeze blew.
The statue on the altar lted, and a demon appeared, sitting on a desk, dressed in elegant, colorful clothes in shades of green, blue, and white, covered in jewels and gold.
The demon had black spiral horns, white skin, and eyes as dark as eternal darkness.
"If the deity you pray to had power. Why did it let your kingdom beco weak and small?"
The demon’s voice was charming and persuasive.
[Unmatched Speaker: (low to dium level)]
[Unmatched Speaker: (dium to high level)]
[Updating passive skill based on Charm attribute level]
[Reward: Random attribute 0.5]
[Demon reward: Regeneration pill]
[Passive skill activated: Unmatched Speaker (high level)]
Prince Absab stood up and looked at his halberd, but the heavy halberd flew into the hands of the demon, who spun the halberd with one hand with great ease.
"Who are you?" Absab asked firmly. After all, standing before him was a demon, the symbol of all evil according to humans.
"Hehehe, I am phistopheles. The Demon God of prosperity and misery."
The prince could not even estimate the power of the demon before him.
"What do you want?"
"What could I want from a kingdom on the verge of collapse? But what do you want?"
Absab sensed the malice in those questions, but he felt cornered.
"Was it you who sent those murderous demons?"
"No, no. But I know who did. Hehehe."
The prince took a deep breath and spoke again:
"You say my father’s kingdom is small, but what have you done for the demons who have been losing to the empire for centuries?"
"Hehehe. I think it would take at least a few centuries for them to reach the level of your kingdom, and you dare to compare yourself to the territory of the demons. You are very funny, or perhaps it is your prejudices taking control of your words."
The prince remained silent, unable to reply.
"Tell , why are you here?" asked the prince in a somber tone.
"Hehehe. Because there is misery here. And I can bring prosperity while enjoying myself watching the actions of foolish humans. Hehehe."
phistopheles stuck the halberd into the ground.
The prince understood that the demon wanted to make a deal.
"What do you want in return?"
Prince Absab looked at phistopheles.
phistopheles smiled and then said:
"Two requests."
"You will not destroy my family or my father’s kingdom?"
"No, no. I want gold, and a promise when you beco king of your prosperous kingdom. I will never attack your kingdom. Heh heh heh. That would be boring."
"If you give the power to face my enemies, I will make a pact with you."
"I will give you the power. It will be up to you how you use it."
[Pact established between a demon and a human]
[As long as you allow it, the human may use your demonic power]
"We will et again. I wish you success in your military campaign."
[Laziness trait activated]
[Sleeper’s command]
In the blink of an eye, Prince Absab was surprised to see that phistopheles had disappeared. For a mont, he felt that it had all been a dream, but when he picked up his halberd, he felt the fearso and imposing power of an eighth-rank demon coursing through his body.
...
From atop a military tent, phistopheles surveyed the battlefield.
"There are many negative feelings and regrets gathered here. Little Persec would love this place."
With that thought, he extended his right hand forward and began to absorb the negative emotions and residual remorse of the dead.
[Cursed energy increasing: 1]
[Cursed energy increasing: 2]
[Cursed energy increasing: 3...]
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