Imp to Demon King: A Journey of Conquest Chapter 179 Merlin

As his question hung in the mana-singing air, rlin's voice resounded from the vortex again, this ti in the tone of a young man."

"Of course I did. I couldn't let my protegee's long quest go unfinished, not when I gave it to him."

As a thunderbolt struck his mind at the discovery, a leather boot pierced through the vortex. Attached by small belts, they glinted under the setting sun as it brought the legend's leg out.

Adam's eyes widened, and his heart hamred against his chest. Finally. Finally! rlin would co out!

Blood pumped through his veins like a raging torrent as he took in the white and blue pants decorated with exquisite magical embroideries. They sparkled gold on the long blue and golden cape swirling over them, adding to rlin's mystical charm.

Then, his lips curled into an excited smile, and his face flushed a bright scarlet as he saw the wide golden brooch attaching his cape. Underneath, an immaculate white robe caught the light, sparkling like fireworks in his eyes.

Ti almost stopped, and he held his breath as a youthful face erged.

The vortex clung onto its white hair as if reluctant to let go. Yet it did, allowing it to cascade over rlin's sky-blue eyes.

Adam gulped as he scrutinised the handso youth in confusion. Far from the aged man he had expected to see, rlin looked no older than twenty. And beyond his youth, what a presence! What handsoness!

After the shock, he chuckled.

'I have a competitor in the sinfully handso club now.'

anwhile, rlin's eyes narrowed as he focused on Adam's horns and erald eyes.

Then, his feet left the ground as he hovered towards him and leaned over his body, interest and amusent lding in his voice.

"A demon with draconic features? That's a first!" He nodded while Adam backed a step. "I don't know what that stupid Mab has in mind, but I'm not supporting the old gods."

Adam's pupils constricted, and his mind trembled at the terrible news.

He summoned the most powerful mage in mythology, but he won't support him? Was it because of his prejudice against Mab or because he was a demon?"

His fist and jaws clenched. For a mont, he didn't know what to say. The disappointnt struck him just that much.

However, rlin patted his shoulder next and gave him a knowing glance.

"Are you an old god?" He chuckled, mischief flashing in his eyes. "I'll assess your territory and character first. If you're as good as Arthur and your town is as just as Calot, I'll help you."

A steely glint flashed in Adam's eyes.

"Please, don't leave a stone unturned in your assessnt."

He nodded, eager to prove that even if he wasn't as impressive as Arthur, his goal was much grander than equality before the law. But there was more to it. He could receive the sage's feedback and advice on how to improve his citizens' lives further!

More than his powerful enchantnts and spells, the sage's aspect that made his fist tighten was his knowledge and experience! After all, he had educated Arthur and molded him into who he beca.

He shook his head. It went beyond that.

The vortex didn't shape itself into the mythical Excalibur for no reason, and he knew why.

'The lady of the Lake gave it to him, not Arthur. rlin is the real owner of Excalibur and used it during wars. He then staged a trial to legitimise Arthur's ascension to the British throne by asking every lord to remove it from the anvil.'

As he pondered, rlin shrugged and sized him up.

"I expected you to drop to your knees and beg to receive my help. Maybe even cover your wrongdoings under a layer of righteousness. Boring." His lips twisted, and he frowned. "On a more serious note, I'm not a fan of demons. But hey? My father was the worst one, and I think I turned out great, so maybe you're an exception like ?"

Adam rolled his eyes at the unexpected yet expected banter.

'He's a bit like Wu Kong.' He shook his head. 'He's more dangerous. Wu Kong is a free spirit that fights head-on. On the other hand, rlin is a bit like Mab: subtle and manipulative in his mischief.'

After a short exhale, he gazed at rlin in the eyes.

"If that's what bothers you, I'm human. In fact, I lived..."

However, rlin raised his hand to cut him off as his eyes narrowed.

"For how long do you think I slept?" His voice turned somber. "Millennia. I've dread about the future and seen event after event until today. Why did this ga start? I know it. How did Tiamat escape, and why did you precisely land in this realm? I know it, too."

Adam's eyes widened at the sudden change in atmosphere. He swallowed, the regal pressure rlin emitted making his lips and throat dry.

"I've seen you rise from an imp to a draconic asura and struggle in the crypt decades ago, but after today? Impregnable darkness veils the future. No artifact can pierce them, and the gods themselves lost their hold over fate." His tone beca sharper, tinted with delight at the brewing chaos. "A storm is approaching, and you're not ready. No one is, not even the gods. Will your boat sink in the tumultuous currents, or will you benefit from it?"

A low, chilling chuckle escaped his lips as wisps of condensed mana wafted from his eyes as he gazed at Adam's missing hand.

"But I have so advice for you. Don't try to fix your hand."

Upon hearing the stupid advice, Adam's eyes narrowed into fiery slits.

A tense silence settled as demonic essence and mana clashed, creating a swirling storm of fiery sparks around them.

"Why?"

However, rlin answered with a single word.

"Chaos." He reverted to his playful persona and changed the subject. "I've seen you build a poor-quality obelisk. I'll give Ozymandias a hand to upgrade it. So, see you later, Adam." He walked away and waved his hand, leaving Adam brooding for a second before adding. "Oh! You can check my stats if you want. They're not on your other mythical figures' level, but they're not horrible either."

As the pressure subsided, Adam bit his lip.

His eyes darted between his empty forearm and rlin's back, doubts gnawing at him before he shoved them into a dark corner of his mind.

He had no ti to consider them and would check on rlin's loyalty first. If it was high, he would follow his advice. If not, he would dismiss it and fix his hand along with Durgrim's arm.

A steely glint flashing in his eyes, he scrutinised rlin's fluttering blue cape and hood adorned with golden embroideries until a stat panel condensed before his eyes.

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rlin

Race:

Half-devil (Mythical figure)

Affinity:

Mana (all existing elents)

Job:

Divine enchanter

Class:

Supre Sorcerer-King

Loyalty:

95

LVL:

1

Exp:

0/20

HP:

15.000/15.000

Vitality:

1.500

Strength:

1.000

Agility:

1.000

Mana:

999.999.999.999.999 (Unable to assess)

Divine energy:

His pupils constricted and trembled at the ridiculous numbers as a frown dripping ink ford on his brows.

"That's what you call not on the sa level? What a joke!" He clicked his tongue and focused on his left forearm. "He's loyal at least..."

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