Dekan Directs the Ninth-Order Film Set

Two weeks later.

The northern border of the Holy Kingdom is a desolate wasteland.

Snow and scorching flames intertwined and collided high in the sky, above which lay a vast expanse of dark, thick clouds.

The massive body of the Ruin Dragon flew through the ice and snow of the northern Holy Kingdom. Its red and black body was wreathed in Terror flames that could easily dispel the deadly cold of the Holy Kingdom's winter.

On the back of the Ruin Dragon stood three figures.

Looking down from the dragon, all that could be seen was a desolate wasteland, except for a single, icy river.

At the edge of the wilderness, however, lay a section of broken city wall covered in snow.

This place was originally a border city in the northern part of the Holy Kingdom, and the river outside the city was originally its moat.

It was the first to be conquered and destroyed when the war between the Demon Realm and the Holy Kingdom began.

As the situation later reversed, the Demon Realm army gradually withdrew its battle lines and abandoned this stronghold.

Now it has long since become history, a deserted, ruined city.

From a distance, the abandoned town looked dilapidated, covered in snow and broken bricks. Even the original checkpoints and city walls had mostly collapsed. Yet, even now, the snow could not completely cover the mottled, dried bloodstains on the buildings.

The three great demons rode on Irenos's Ruin Dragon at breakneck speed toward the agreed-upon meeting place with Lunn.

Two weeks earlier, Purser had gone to the Clantes City to complete negotiations with Lunn, in accordance with the First Army's plan.

Everything unfolded perfectly as Irenos had predicted.

Ultimately, Irenos and Lunn need to meet in this shattered town to finalize a "ceasefire pact" with a binding magical effect.

The naive Lunn may not yet know that the seeds of despair have already been sown in the Clan Territory by Irenos.

Soon, it will take root and sprout, growing wildly beyond anyone's control.

When he was still thousands of meters away from the abandoned town, Irenos couldn't help but recall the scorched earth and sea of corpses he had personally destroyed here. He sighed softly and said slowly:

"This place was once a work of art I created myself, but I was forced to relinquish it later. However, the retreat was only temporary, and soon the entire Clan Territory became my most outstanding work of art."

"As expected of Lord Irenos."

Purser praised sincerely, echoing Irenos.

"Oh? Purser, after your trip to the human city, I feel like you've learned quite a bit about human etiquette."

Irenos turned around with slight surprise, then nodded in satisfaction.

"But you're not bad either; the position of commander of the Ninth Army is rightfully yours."

Since Purser returned from the negotiations, he, as the chief of staff, seemed to have become a bit more diplomatic.

"Thank you."

Purser bowed behind Irenos, his eyes narrowed in a smile.

On the other hand, Olive, standing on the other side, looked like she was "only there to get off work," with her arms crossed and not saying a word.

Just as Irenos was about to say something more, a chilling glint flashed in his eyes, and his expression changed slightly, becoming more serious than ever before!

Suddenly, the Ruin Dragon began to descend rapidly. Although Purser and Olive both managed to stand firm, they both looked into the distance without prior agreement.

The descent of the Ruin Dragon was on Irenos's orders, and his meaning was clear: the other two archdemons could prepare to go down and await orders.

It will be dangerous if we go any further.

Even Purser and Olive had rarely seen Irenos so wary.

In the direction of the shattered city, a figure slowly emerged from the city wall. The person bowed their head, like an ordinary nobleman revisiting a familiar place, and gently touched the city wall that was etched with bloody history.

It was as if he had suddenly appeared out of thin air—or perhaps he had always been there without using any invisibility spells, but he had a feeling of being completely integrated with the city, completely concealing all signs of life.

Even a ninth-tier great demon like Irenos only suddenly noticed it when he was thousands of planes away.

Upon closer inspection, the man had light brown hair with graying temples, wore the simplest and most unadorned aristocratic attire of the Clan Territory, and even had a lot of snowflakes on his body.

His eyes were gentle, and his aura was utterly harmless, yet the demons who saw him at first glance felt only the urge to flee!

Because you'll notice it the moment you look at him.

It was as if he were the only person in this vast, white world!

The Magic Power emanating from him, seemingly reaching to the heavens, would make even demons doubt whether he was truly human.

"Monster..."

Even Olive couldn't help but become a little more serious.

It seems we'll have to get away from these town ruins later.

Compared to Irenos, who had fought against Lunn in his youth, and Purser, who had met Lunn in the Clantes City some time ago, this was the first time she had seen this human.

This time, her main task is to carry out supervisory duties. She doesn't need to be involved in the specific plans; she just needs to protect herself from a distance.

Olive, whose eyes betrayed her disgust and who had no interest in this sham peace talks, only wanted to end it all and go back as soon as possible.

Suddenly, I seemed to notice something further away.

In the open field a thousand meters behind Lunn, there was something that looked like a courtyard parasol.

A reclining chair is placed under a parasol in the courtyard.

A young man wearing small, round black sunglasses was lying on the armchair.

He had a pipe dangling from his mouth, looking quite arrogant, and was observing the approaching Ruin Dragon through binoculars.

Lunn's confidant, Croix, was standing beside the young man, seemingly protecting him.

The presence of this man in sunglasses was clearly out of place in this peace talk.

Olive frowned after noticing the strange fellow.

Suddenly, her eyes seemed to light up, and her cheeks flushed.

She placed her right hand on her chest, seemingly trying to control her racing heart and prevent the corners of her mouth from turning up in a smile.

The love was practically written all over his face.

Olive's reaction caused Dekan, who was sitting some distance away, to sit up straight in his chair, his brow furrowed.

"Seriously? You recognize me even though it's me?"

Even though this time Dekan completely maintained his human race, dyed his hair black with alchemical potions, and even disguised himself.

Now dressed in the attire of a high-ranking official of the Holy Kingdom, with a fake pipe in his mouth, he looks like an elegant nobleman, unlike any other disguise he has used before.

Olive clearly recognized him.

Dekan was puzzled.

How does this thing always recognize itself with such accuracy?!

I really want to just kill her.

The problem is, if Olive is killed, who knows if the Demon King will go mad and fight the Holy Kingdom to the death at all costs? In that case, Dekan and his people, who need to ensure the survival rate of civilians this winter, will be in trouble.

However, it seems she has no intention of revealing Delois's identity.

Olive gazed longingly in the direction of the dark-haired Dekan, as if wanting to get a little closer to him.

But she seemed to quickly realize that since Delois was here, he must have some ideas.

Olive's eyes then became unusually docile, as if she would obediently do as Delois wished and then await his judgment.

Dekan felt extremely uncomfortable and looked away, putting down the binoculars in his hand.

"What kind of crazy nonsense is this... but it doesn't make sense..."

He was still wondering why Olive was able to recognize him.

"Dekan, I mean, is it possible that your monstrous entrance style, if someone becomes your victim and survives, will leave a deep impression, especially since she survived two deaths at your hands?"

Croix hesitated for a moment, then finally spoke.

Dekan: "..."

Dekan covered his chin and thought for a moment.

It seems that's true.

Croix always notices these key points.

Since it's your own problem, you should find a way to correct it.

In the future, the victims should at least be tortured until they lose their memories.

Outside the city gate, on the horizon, Olive caught Dekan's disgusted look, and her heart pounded, a sense of weakness washing over her.

It really was him!

"Oh? Miss Purgatory, do you really like that human over there?"

Irenos has noticed the change in Olive's condition.

Even though Olive was his subordinate in the First Army, Irenos still knew to be a little more polite to the Demon King's daughter.

"Um."

Olive simply nodded and said nothing.

Because she didn't want to waste words on the useless demon whose fate was about to end.

"Purser, while I hold off Lunn, you can try to capture that human."

"Irenos said calmly."

"OK."

Purser nodded in response to Irenos and Olive.

Logically speaking, this was indeed an opportunity to please the Demon King's daughter, and perhaps even get her to speak well of him in front of the Demon King, thus helping him to become the commander of the Ninth Army.

But Purser's current assessment can be summed up in just a few words:

You're courting death! How dare you covet that esteemed person!

Soon, both eighth-tier Great Demons leaped down from the now significantly weakened Ruin Dragon.

The Ruin Dragon accelerated and swooped down toward the city wall, sending up a cloud of mist as it flew over the snow-covered ground.

The Terror momentum of the dragon almost crashing into the city wall did not shake Lunn in the slightest.

He simply gazed calmly in the direction from which the blast wave was hurtling towards him.

Finally, the Ruin Dragon came to a stop near the city wall as if it had come to an abrupt halt.

Clad in black armor, Irenos stepped on the head of the Ruin Dragon and walked to Lunn on the city wall.

"Lord Lunn, it's been a long time."

Irenos smiled slightly and greeted Lunn politely.

Without a doubt, Lunn had been successfully lured to the border, for no other man in the world possessed such familiar yet Terror Magic Power.

After confirming the identity of the person before him with absolute certainty, Irenos remotely released the seal on the Endless Ruin Beast.

Sensing the rapid depletion of his magical power, Irenos was certain—

The Endless Ruin Beast are awakening, about to begin their relentless slaughter.

A bloody waltz, with rivers of blood and corpses strewn everywhere, is about to begin in the Clantes City.

It is impossible for Lunn to return to Clan Territory in a short time.

As long as Irenos can hold off Lunn for enough time.

Even if the Clan Territory is not destroyed, it will be almost entirely wiped out, turning into a land where the most tragic and wronged souls wander in the history of the Holy Kingdom.

[Action!]

"..."

Lunn did not respond to Irenos, seemingly unwilling to speak further with this cruel demon.

[Right, right, keep this feeling.]

The slightly noisy instructions that were ringing in his ears could only be heard by Lunn; he was maintaining communication with Croix using magic.

Delois was directing Lunn on how to perform.

"Lunn Lenn, since we've come here for peace talks, is it necessary for you to maintain communication magic indefinitely?"

"Irenos asked casually," Irenos asked.

If they can hold out and Lunn for even a second longer, hundreds or thousands of people in the Clan Territory will die without Lunn's knowledge.

Irenos wanted to stall for time with Lunn as long as possible.

But I'm also starting to feel an eagerness to see how Lunn reacts when he learns that "tens of thousands of his subjects died because of this stupid gossip!"

[Keep your emotions in check and follow the script.]

"I maintain communication with the special envoy from the Holy Capital."

"Lunn said calmly."

It seemed as if they were completely unaware of Irenos's plot.

Lunn then fell silent, seemingly relinquishing the judgment of this insignificant matter to Irenos.

Irenos glanced behind Lunn at the distant wilderness.

Communication magic, without a doubt, connects to that side.

That's right. Such peace talks can't be entirely decided by Lunn alone; they also require the approval and supervision of the Holy Capital.

The black-haired nobleman whom Olive had taken a liking to did indeed fit the image of a special envoy from the Holy Capital, judging from his attire and demeanor.

"So that's how it is, sir from the Holy Capital. I'm also under the Demon King's surveillance. In some ways, we're quite similar."

"Irenos remarked."

Great lords like them, who are powerful enough to potentially threaten even the Demon King or the Holy Emperor, are needed by their lord, but at the same time, they are also feared.

Actually, none of these things matter. As long as he can chat with Lunn for a while longer, Irenos can avoid fighting Lunn for a bit less time.

[Let's get a little emotional here.]

I'm not like you.

Lunn frowned as he answered.

Upon hearing Lunn's reply, Irenos shook his head and laughed.

"Heh... I have no intention of rebelling. I know very well that I am no match for the Demon King, but you should be able to kill the Holy Emperor easily, right?"

Irenos asked again, seemingly trying to provoke Lunn.

He sensed that Lunn was emotional, or rather, that he had fallen into a trap.

Now they might be able to talk for a long time.

The Ruin Beast must be wreaking havoc in the Clan Territory right now, right?

Thinking of Lunn's slaughterhouse-like hometown, and looking at Lunn's ignorant and foolish appearance, Irenos was a little worried that he would not be able to hide the pleasure in his eyes and that Lunn would see through his act.

But that doesn't matter.

Irenos was already eagerly anticipating Lunn's reaction—his growing unease, his growing anxiety, and his eventual breakdown upon discovering the truth!

However.

Lunn whispered in his ear:

[That's natural, great! Keep chatting with him, just pretend you're not filming. Chat for another half hour, and when it's time to get physical, you can beat him like a son.]

Lunn: "..."

Lunn felt a bit like he was in jail.

An awkward half-hour conversation...

He was actually quite worried that he would reveal that he was looking at Irenos like he was an idiot.

And he really wanted to tell Irenos.

The Ruin Beast you've been longing for has already been turned into sauerkraut by someone...