Demon Lord

Blood dripped down, drop by drop.

The dying groans of the wounded and the excited howls of the Gnoll filled Eugene's ears. These sounds irritated Yugin, so he grabbed a javelin and impaled the rabid Gnoll on the ground. The battlefield fell silent; the battle was effectively over. Yugin didn't even glance at the bloodshot-eyed, furious Gnoll, but simply strode forward. The Orc who saw him knelt before him. The warriors of the Blade Tooth Clan had suffered heavy casualties; even without Deity protection, these Half-Elf were not as easy to deal with as they had imagined.

Click!

Salot snapped the arrow from his chest; his crude Orc Leather Armor offered no protection against the Half-Elf's arrows. However, as the tribe's strongest warrior, his Rage resilience allowed him to withstand the enemy's fire. When Yugin's aged figure approached, the burly, Giant -like, Rage Orc knelt, bowing his head humbly and saying in a deep voice, "Shaman, Your Excellency."

The air was thick with the stench of blood.

The clan warriors were tending to the wounded, while the Gnoll were devouring the corpses of the Half-Elf. This scene disgusted Yugin, for even as Orc, he deeply resented these Gnoll. If it weren't for the need to defeat the army of Falling Leaf City, he would never have allied himself with these filthy and repulsive Gnoll.

"I'm back!..."

Yugin stood on the high slope, looking down at the black land before him. Its aged face could not hide the glorious years of the past. The scars were like the most dazzling medals, telling people how many storms it had weathered.

Soft green grass, Fertility soil.

Yugin slowly knelt down, the Skeleton pendant on his chest gently touching the ground. This Orc, who had lived through countless ages, Shaman the earth. His rough, calloused fingers picked up some black soil and put it in his mouth to taste it. It was a bitter, fishy taste, but a look of intoxication appeared on Yugin's face. He slowly stood up, pulled the spear from his back, and then plunged it heavily into the ground before him.

It turned to face its people, and with all its might let out a roar, "Finally back!!!..."

"This land has always belonged to us!..."

Rage roar erupted.

The warriors of the Blade Tooth Clan pounded their chests, gazing at the Half-Elf corpses strewn across the ground, unleashing bursts of frenzied roars.

Corpse.

Corpse.

It was still a corpse.

The Gnoll were enjoying a feast, but behind the lines, a group of burly Gnoll with black mane watched everything with crimson eyes. They were Toughness and more powerful than the other Gnoll; they wore steel armor, carried heavy flails, and exuded a Demon aura.

Heavy footsteps approached.

A Gnoll, nearly three meters tall, slowly approached. It wore Full Plate Armor with blood-red patterns on its special armor, and this Toughness fearsome Gnoll carried a very peculiar weapon.

That was a Three-Flail.

The heavy Three-Flail was stained with blood, shattered bones and bits of flesh, and fragments of a shield that had been easily smashed.

The burly Gnoll Chieftain approached Yugin. His crimson eyes glared down at the Orc Shaman, completely unconcerned about Eugene's recent killing of a Gnoll, and he snarled, "The Half-Elf army has been defeated."

Where is what my My Lord needs?

Yugin turned and stared at the Gnoll before him. Despite the gnoll's enormous size and overwhelming presence, it remained unaffected. It had fought Giant in its youth; size only meant easier targets, more weaknesses. Yugin gazed at the Gnoll and slowly said, "One head of the Flail of Ages is in the hands of the Half-Elf."

"We've only just defeated their army, how could we possibly obtain the components of the Artifact so soon?"

The Gnoll Chieftain stared at the aged Orc before him. After a long silence, he said in a deep voice, "Where else do you want to fight? Within half a month, you must offer my My Lord a component of the Artifact, or your tribe may be wiped out completely!"

"The Ghoul will hunt you day and night, and the Gnoll will slaughter your entire tribe!"

"You cannot bear the wrath of our My Lord!"

Gnoll King - Yeenoghu.

The Demon Lord of the 422nd Layer of the Abyss is the god of the Gnoll, the vast majority of Gnoll are his subjects. He defeated the King of Ghouls, Doresain, in a battle for the title of Abyssal Lord, and is now the master of the Ghoul, controlling a vast Ghoul army. This Abyssal Lord may not be as formidable as other terrifying beings, but his wrath is not something a mere mortal can withstand. Any Demon Lord wields power comparable to Deity, and they command a massive Demon Legion.

The weapon used by Yeenoghu, the Gnoll King, is a flail.

A three-headed flail of Adamantine.

Yugin stared coldly at his opponent, showing no fear despite the threat. The Gnoll Chieftain glanced at him, then turned and walked toward the back of the battlefield.

"Damn Gnoll!"

A suppressed growl resounded as the burly Orc warrior watched the departing Gnoll Chieftain and slowly addressed the high Shaman before him, "Your Excellency! Are we truly going to hand over the Artifact to them?"

Yugin glanced at him indifferently and said calmly, "Yes."

"But..." the Orc hesitated, unable to finish his sentence.

Yugin turned and walked down the hillside, gazing at the land before him, and slowly said, "The [Flail of Ages] was once considered the most powerful weapon in the mortal realm!... Only the Paladin's [Holy Avenger] could rival it!... Because of its power, this divine Artifact was repeatedly dismantled!..."

Countless Legendary have perished at the hands of the [Flail of Ages]; the Godsbane of Slaughter even used it to kill Deity in their time!

"The Gnoll King, Yeenoghu, wants this weapon."

"If it doesn't collect all the pieces, that's fine, but if it actually does, the day the [Legacy Flail] is born, its death will be imminent!..."

Yugin's figure gradually disappeared into the distance.

The Orc warrior who remained in place seemed to understand, but his intelligence was not yet sufficient to comprehend so much.

Overseas Islands. Port Nyanzaru.

Goria instantly appeared near the Portal connecting the Shadow Plane. She then quickly cast several Abjuration Spell on herself and entered the Portal.

The scene before my eyes suddenly changed.

In the blink of an eye, she had arrived in the Shadow Plane. The Shadow Plane had changed somewhat; some unusual buildings had appeared, and two Steel Golem remained as Guard. Progress in deciphering the Wizard Tower was slow; the Mythal of the Arcane Empire contained too many secrets they couldn't comprehend. However, they were, after all, high-ranking members of the Northern Witch and possessed knowledge of the North Mythal, and had made some research progress during this time.

"Mother!"

Goria swiftly approached the edge of the Mythal, gazing at the contemplative Fallen Witch before her, and slowly asked, "Have you discovered anything?"

There are residual energy fluctuations in the air.

The Fallen Witch turned to look at her daughter, nodded gently, and said, "Demiplane! This Mythal, like the council's, is maintained by a Demiplane."

"I can sense the location of the Elemental Pool, but I still can't pinpoint this Demiplane!"

Plane knowledge.

Goria's expression turned serious, and she slowly said, "Is there another Demiplane connected here? Can we find the entrance to that Demiplane?"

The Fallen Witch gently shook her head.

She raised her black lace-gloved fingers and flicked them lightly, conjuring a model-like structure before them, resembling an illusion. Four different tears adorned the model, each occupying one of the four corners. She then declared, "Every Demiplane is created from Elemental Pool."

"Earth, water, wind, fire."

"This is the basic structure of the Material Plane. The energy of the Elemental Pool is the core of the Demiplane Demiplane the key to its growth."

Look here.

"These four points within the Mythal correspond to the Elemental Pool. Hidden within this area is a Demiplane, and it is because of the energy supply from this Demiplane that this Wizard Tower has been able to withstand the test of time."

The images before my eyes are changing.

It's unclear what methods the Fallen Witch used, but she managed to simulate the approximate structure of the Mythal, with special energy markers appearing in all four areas centered around the Wizard Tower.

There are at least three Elemental Pool here.

The Fallen Witch gazed at the Wizard Tower before her and slowly said, "There should be an Elemental Pool inside the tower, responsible for maintaining the Wizard Tower's daily energy consumption. Beneath this Mythal, there is another Elemental Pool, responsible for converting energy to supply the Wizard Tower. Finally, in Demiplane unknown to us, there should be an even larger Elemental Pool."

"If this Elemental Pool is still functioning!"

"From the end of the Arcane Empire Era until now, the energy it has continuously provided is enough to make a Demiplane very, very large!"

A startled light flashed in Goria's eyes as she murmured, "Mother! You mean...?"

The Fallen Witch glanced at her and said slowly, "That's right."

"A separate, unexplored Otherworldly Dimensional Space!... Potentially larger than the Demiplane of the Witches' Council!...

"But."

"Its entrance might be inside!"

The Fallen Witch's gaze fell upon the Wizard Tower before them, and both of them fell silent, their expressions grave.

I can't get in.

Even if they team up, they can't get in!

...(To be continued~^~)