Civilization's Extinction

Two and a half months later.

Antonio once said that throughout the long ages, more civilizations had vanished beneath the vast sands than there were stars in the sky.

Reilo, who had once read late into the night in Gubo's library, didn't know whether that was true.

But one thing was beyond doubt: if it was true, humanity had played a part in it.

He had just received news of the war from the Everlasting Tree. The Witchers had completely dropped their disguises. Judging by how quickly the information had reached him, Reilo wouldn't have been surprised if this Everlasting Tree world were destroyed the very next moment.

"Heh heh heh heh heh!"

Death Demon Infant Shangelieluofu had arrived in Saint Bilimoya and was vividly describing the scene to Reilo.

"We'd known about those Darkness Faction members of the Wind Spirit Clan for a long time. Three days ago, when the Despair Shadow Great Warlock King accepted the Wind Spirit Clan's praise for peace, we pulled a few little tricks. Those Darkness Faction fellows took the bait, just as expected. They couldn't hold themselves back!"

As he spoke excitedly, Shangelieluofu kept licking his scarlet tongue. He gulped down the milk-and-flower tea Reilo had poured for him.

"The peace-praising ceremony arranged by the Wind Spirit Elder Council was meant to celebrate us saviors for wiping out all the Molo Clan's main forces within the Everlasting Tree world. But the Evil Holy Grail Great Warlock King had secretly received the Capricorn Duke's will long ago: begin the final harvest as soon as possible."

He wore a wicked grin, his expression so crazed and exaggerated that he looked every bit the madman.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. The Evil Holy Grail Great Warlock King really lives up to his name. He actually used the ceremony