Link.
When the Demon King shouted that name, most of the Empire soldiers below did not react at first. That long-dead former Hero was far too distant from them.
But not everyone had forgotten that name.
Darean's eyes fixed hard on the figure walking out of the ruined city wall. The outline in his memory overlapped with the young man before him, and his scarlet pupils trembled violently.
Then he suddenly swept out a hand, and great waves of blood surged up from beneath his feet, stretching across the space between him and the Demon King.
Faced with Link, the first reaction of this Prince of the Blood Clan was defense.
Down below, the amnesiac Hero thought for quite a while before remembering that Link was his own name.
Long time no see?
That Slime-folk up there with the title of Demon King knew him?
Curiosity about his own past kept Link from attacking at once. Instead, he looked back in confusion.
Seeing his silence, the Demon King lightly patted Darean's shoulder. The blood waves parted, and the Demon King descended from the sky, landing in front of Link.
He was not on guard at all. Instead, he looked like an old friend finally reunited, and even a trace of joy hung on the face he had temporarily adjusted.
"Since you have already revived, everything is ready."
"Last time, the god overstepped the rules and acted, and has already suffered the Ark's backlash. Now the methods left to Him are limited and not worth worrying about."
"Although there are still some little troubles He left behind, with your help, this time, no one will be able to obstruct us."
"Next, all we need to do is kill every intelligent living being when the next harvest phase arrives."
As he spoke,