715. Trump Card

Mortis's gaze did not shift. He merely observed the situation below from the corner of his eye.

Mortis looked away from the Demon King's face, his peripheral vision sweeping over the ring-shaped fortress beneath his feet. Most of the slimes had already thinned out, and the soldiers were stepping through slime that covered the ground, clearing out the few enemies that remained.

In some areas where the cleanup had been quick, the runes on the Magic Towers had already begun to gather magic power.

Time was on his side.

Only then did Mortis say to the Demon King, "Darean was turned by you, wasn't he? Otherwise, why would that coward who had been hiding in the forest for hundreds of years suddenly dare to charge toward the Imperial Capital?"

"The Northern Territory seized the entire northern part of the Empire. With such a grand move, if you weren't behind it, are you telling me it was really done by one Blood Clan traitor and a bunch of tribes?"

"Even now, what are you still trying to hide?"

"You're too arrogant. Do you still think you're that omnipotent Lord Demon King? The you of today is nothing but an incomplete remnant body, and this place is not your Empire!"

The instant his words fell, the five Magic Towers within the ring-shaped fortress erupted at the same time with dazzling magical radiance.

The space around the Demon King suddenly solidified into blocks, pinning his limbs in place.

Tenth-tier magic, Space Lock!

The Lightning Strike most capable of comprehensively destroying the nerve Nodes inside Slime-folk followed immediately after.

Facing the lethal attack, the Demon King, who should have been unable to move, lightly twitched a fingertip.

As if he had plucked an invisible string, the spatial restraints around the Demon King collapsed in