Radiant Dragon’s Otherworldly Reincarnation - Chapter 347 : Chapter 347

Chapter 347. I Wonder (2)

Deep underground in the Holy Theocracy.

This place, known as the sealing ground of the Outer God, was a place whose existence was known only to a few top officials, including the Pontiff of the Holy Theocracy.

But now, it was opened.

The entrance itself was greatly destroyed and expanded, leaving it exposed to the outside.

And that was not the only thing that had changed.

Yupinel’s spear, which had once sealed the Outer God, was broken in half, and above it, a black gate was humming and expanding in size every day.

That was the only entrance leading to the Heavenly Demon’s Den of Demons.

The gate was not yet open, but the moment it did, the Heavenly Demon’s retainers would burst out from within.

To prevent that, the Paladins of the Holy Theocracy and the retainers of Kalaron from the Great Forest were positioned.

They surrounded the sealing ground in several layers in preparation for any unforeseen circumstances.

At that moment, a peerlessly beautiful woman with black hair appeared from the sky and bowed respectfully, saying.

“Uncle. You are working hard.”

-It’s Persona.

The one who answered was one of the Four Calamities known as Reigning Terror, and in another world, a being called the Azure Dragon.

However, right now….

-Did your errand go well?

“……”

-Persona?

“Ah. Yes, Uncle. What did you say?”

Persona didn’t hear the Azure Dragon.

Because….

‘Ah, she’s so insanely cute.’

The Azure Dragon’s appearance had changed a lot.

Now, he should be called a floating cutie instead of Reigning Terror.

His size had shrunk to that of a small puppy.

Accordingly, the silhouette of his body had also changed a lot.

Short, stumpy horns.

Round, beady eyes.

Cute little paws.

The dignity that overflowed from his entire body had long been replaced by cuteness.

And….

-Did you tell them that the seal will be released soon?

-What did the human of the prophecy say?

A small, red baby bird flew up, flapping its wings vigorously, and sat on his shoulder.

A white ball of fur waddled over and looked up at him with sparkling eyes.

“Kugh!”

Persona clutched her heart as if she had suffered a serious blow and groaned.

-What’s wrong?

“Ah…. It’s nothing.”

She couldn’t possibly say that her uncles were so cute that it was bad for her heart, could she?

Persona took out a handkerchief as if nothing was wrong, wiped her nosebleed, and said.

“Ahem, ahem…. I have reported the situation to my Master.”

-…….

Why doesn’t it feel trustworthy?

Persona diligently ignored the cute and cold gazes focused on her and said politely.

“He will be coming here soon with a thoroughly prepared force. At that time, I too will fight to the best of my ability by my Master’s side.”

Hearing Persona’s words, the Azure Dragon sighed and said forlornly.

-Yes. And then our fate will also be decided.

The die was already cast.

The fortunate thing was that there was a small hope.

-Do your best and leave the rest to heaven. We have done all we can, now we just have to wait for the results.

Everyone nodded as if they agreed with the Azure Dragon’s words.

* * *

A swordsman of at least 4-stars.

A mage from the 3rd floor or higher of the Tower of Truth.

A magic swordsman who can activate at least two types of Soul Weapons.

A subordinate of Kalaron who has experienced at least one evolution.

An elf who can summon at least an intermediate-level spirit.

An intermediate-level Paladin or Monk.

These were the minimum requirements for recruiting troops that Patrick had set to enter the Heavenly Demon’s Den of Demons.

The Schneider Duchy had already selected personnel who met these criteria.

And they requested cooperation from other countries under the same conditions.

It was much better than just asking for a large army, but….

“No, this is….”

“Isn’t this the same as taking away all of the nation’s main forces?”

“This is crazy. Are you telling us to push all of our nation’s elite into a perilous war?”

The cooperation from each country was lukewarm.

They had not yet felt the threat of the Outer God on their skin.

On the contrary, there were those who thought that to overcome this crisis and seize hegemony in the next era, they had to preserve their own country’s strength as much as possible here.

They stealthily hid their important forces and tried to save their own skins.

Then, Patrick announced a public notice.

[If we lose the war, we all perish together. But if we win, know that only those who saved their own skins this time will perish. If you think I’m lying, let’s see after the war.]

It was an overly unconventional and impolite sentence to be an official public notice from a country.

But….

“Young Master, the Harbor Duchy has sent an additional 300 knights.”

“The Magellan Kingdom has sent 500 knights and twenty mages from the royal family.”

“From the Atronia royal family….”

The effect was certain.

A man who does what he says he will do.

Everyone on the continent was slowly beginning to understand what kind of person Patrick was.

Thanks to that, Patrick was able to safely gather his forces.

Those forces were….

3,000 Knights.

500 Mages.

900 Magic Swordsmen.

800 Orc Warriors.

150 Elf Warriors.

700 Warriors of Kalaron’s Retainers.

It was a small force of 6,050, but this force was the result of focusing on quality over quantity.

In fact, if he had tried to increase the numbers, he could have increased them much more, but that would only have produced a mass of meaningless corpses.

On the contrary, even with just this small elite force gathered here, the power of the entire continent was concentrated to the point where they could easily destroy the Empire or the Holy Theocracy.

Patrick had the concentrated forces wait in front of the gate of the Den of Demons.

And he himself waited, eating and sleeping in front of the gate.

Looking at the gate that grew larger day by day, Patrick muttered.

“It’s really soon now.”

The day of the decisive battle was not far off.

* * *

A bleak land.

A barren land where not a single blade of grass could be found.

But in the center of that land, a magnificent pavilion was built, which did not suit this barren land.

No, could this even be called a pavilion?

This building, built in the style of the Central Plains, was so large and magnificent that anyone would mistake it for an imperial palace.

This was the Heavenly Demon’s Den of Demons.

His own sanctuary, created with his divine power, which he was born with the destiny of a god of destruction.

The Heavenly Demon, revived by Jonsa, immediately opened his Den of Demons.

And inside, he awakened his retainers and slowly recovered his power.

Everything was to achieve the great destruction, which was his reason for being and his destiny.

At first, it was an empty palace, but as the days passed, the retainers who followed the Heavenly Demon appeared and filled the place.

The 108 Demonic Practitioners who were active during the time the Heavenly Demon existed began to reveal themselves one by one.

The Heavenly Demon was slowly recreating the power of the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult at its peak, that is, the time when he was active, inside the Den of Demons.

In the midst of that….

The place where the Heavenly Demon resided.

The person who appeared in front of it spoke to the gatekeeper guarding the door.

“Please inform the one inside. A servant of the great one wishes to see his lord.”

An old man with a black robe wrapped around his body and a patch over one eye.

The old man who appeared with his disciples behind him was none other than Jonsa, who had reached the pinnacle of black mages.

The pinnacle of all black mages and the one who had made a great contribution to the revival of the Heavenly Demon had come to see the Heavenly Demon.

And….

“You want to see the lord? You?”

“…Yes.”

The gatekeeper guarding the Heavenly Demon’s residence laughed as if it were absurd and said.

“How dare a brat like you request a meeting with the lord?”

“……”

Jonsa could not answer.

And the gatekeeper said as if there was nothing more to hear.

“Get lost. I’ll spare your life for your contribution.”

Then, the disciples behind Jonsa became angry.

“How dare you….”

“Aren’t your words too harsh?”

“This person is the one who made a great contribution to the revival of the Outer God.”

The disciples argued, but the gatekeeper did not even bat an eyelash.

Instead….

“Puppies who don’t know their place.”

A black demonic energy formed in his hand.

Then, Jonsa urgently shouted.

“Do not act rashly. How dare you raise your voices here?”

What Jonsa shouted was not at the gatekeeper in front of him, but at the disciples who were getting angry for his sake.

“But Master….”

“Are you saying you won’t listen to my command?”

“…I apologize.”

Pride bowed his head deeply and took a step back.

Then Jonsa….

“My disciples have made a mistake. As their master, I ask for your forgiveness.”

“……”

“And please, ask for an opinion from inside. I have come here because I have something important to say for the great one’s great cause.”

It was a truly polite, no, even servile request.

Then, the gatekeeper guarding the Heavenly Demon’s residence….

“You, a worthless being like you?”

He looked down at Jonsa with unconcealed contempt and disdain.

The expression on the bowed Jonsa’s face was not visible, but just looking at the faces of the disciples standing behind him, the atmosphere did not seem good.

And in the end….

“You damn bastard!”

One of Jonsa’s disciples caused trouble.

Glanit summoned black flames to his staff and was about to swing it.

The moment the intense flames, strong enough to burn a dragon alive, were about to fly towards the gatekeeper in front of him….

Paaang!

The gatekeeper just waved his hand once and lightly extinguished the black flames.

And then….

Kwajik!

“Insolent fool. How dare a thing like you bare its teeth?”

The gatekeeper had already grabbed Glanit by the neck.

“Hmph, with just this much….”

But even though his neck was grabbed, Glanit seemed fine.

In fact, among Jonsa’s disciples, Glanit was not a living being but a dead one.

A being that a high-ranking black mage reaches as a result of choosing eternal life by turning himself into an undead.

An Arch Lich was Glanit’s true identity.

It wouldn’t have been a problem for him even if his neck was not just grabbed but blown away.

But….

“Foolish fool.”

Kung!

A terrifying demonic energy extended from the gatekeeper’s body, overwhelming everyone present.

It was a demonic energy so overwhelming that not only Jonsa’s disciples but also Jonsa himself found it difficult to breathe.

What about Glanit, the person directly being pressured by that demonic energy….

“Kugh…. ugh… ugh-gh-gh-gh-gh….”

It was the first time he had felt such extreme pain since becoming a lich.

Glanit’s body trembled at this pressure, which felt as if his life force, no, his very soul was being crushed and pulverized.

Glanit might not have known, but for him, who maintained his life through demonic energy, a demonic energy of a higher and stronger level than his own was a natural enemy.

No, it could be said to be a wall that could never be overcome.

An overwhelmingly strong demonic energy could subjugate and swallow a weaker demonic energy and absorb it.

Just like a fire swallows a bigger fire.

If the opponent wanted to, swallowing the relatively weak Glanit’s magical power and soul would be no trouble at all.

“Since you dared to bare your teeth at me, I believe you will have no regrets even if you die.”

“Kugh… ugh-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!”

“Return to complete nothingness in excruciating pain.”

The moment Glanit’s soul was on the verge of annihilation.

“Please stop. My disciples are still immature and have just made a mistake.”

Jonsa hastily stepped forward.

But despite Jonsa’s plea, the gatekeeper frowned and said.

“How dare you ask for my mercy? You do not know this Poisonous Heart Ghost Demon.”

Poisonous Heart Ghost Demon.

A follower of the Heavenly Demon who would unhesitatingly rip out the necks of even his own blood relatives if the Heavenly Demon’s command was given, and the Fourth Elder of the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult.

That was the true identity of this gatekeeper.

Jonsa did not dare to think of confronting him and just bowed his head and said.

“I humbly request.”

“What value does the request of a bug like you have….”

It was then.

“Let him in.”

A voice was heard from inside the door.

Then, the Poisonous Heart Ghost Demon immediately let go of Glanit, turned around, knelt on the floor, and slammed his head into the room where the voice came from, saying.

“A lowly servant receives the lord’s command.”

No answer was heard from inside.

But the Poisonous Heart Ghost Demon slowly got up, carefully opened the door, and said to Jonsa.

“Go inside. However, any disrespect will be paid for with death.”

“I will keep that in mind.”

Jonsa, having received permission, carefully went inside.

Jonsa’s disciples also tried to follow him inside, but….

Swoosh.

Their feet stopped just by the Poisonous Heart Ghost Demon looking at them with eyes that dared not allow it.

In the end, the door closed and Jonsa, who had gone inside, slowly walked three steps forward, looking only at his own feet.

Then….

“A lowly servant, show your respect to the great god.”

A voice was heard from the side.

Immediately, Jonsa knelt down and slammed his head on the floor three times, shouting.

“Heavenly Demon’s Advent, All Demons Bow in Submission! Heavenly Demon’s Advent, All Demons Bow in Submission! Heavenly Demon’s Advent, All Demons Bow in Submission!”

To Jonsa, who had strongly struck the floor with his forehead, his voice was heard.

“Raise your head.”

Only then could Jonsa carefully raise his head.

A splendid space reminiscent of the grand hall of an imperial palace.

Four men stood on the side of that grand hall.

Each of them was an elder of the Demonic Cult with the same position as the Poisonous Heart Ghost Demon, who had claimed to be the gatekeeper.

They were strong men who were already objects of fear and terror in the Murim of his past life.

In terms of pure martial prowess alone, they were strong enough to rip apart and kill the Imperial Sword Saint of his lifetime with one hand.

Such beings were reborn as retainers of the Heavenly Demon and became even stronger.

But even with such strong men in front of him….

‘Ah….’

Their existence did not pose a threat to Jonsa.

Because in front of him was a being who boasted an overwhelmingly different presence from the likes of the elders of the Demonic Cult.

A man with pale skin and long black hair sat on a splendid jade throne with an expressionless face, looking down at him.

He was truly his god.

A great deity born with the destiny of destruction.

The heaven of demons.

He was the Heavenly Demon.