The Demon King's First General-Chapter 203: Stellar Feedback Resonance

"Join me; with the both of us, we’ll be invincible," a woman with silver streaks of hair stated.

Her eyes, without any ounce of emotion, stared at the man lying under the shade of a maple tree. However, seconds passed, but the rustling of the wind was the only thing that broke the silence.

She received no reply, not even a glance. The man just kept his eyes closed, ignoring the whole scene.

"So, is that your choice?" She spoke again, but this time, a faint level of disappointment could be heard in her voice.

"If Father were still here, he would—" she added but failed to finish her sentence as the man cut off her words.

"What for?" He asked before opening his eyes, just two words but enough to make the woman flinch.

"They were long gone, and that man as well. I don’t see any reason to lift my scythe on this pathetic war," he said while staring at the ball of light hanging in the sky through the gap in the bundle of leaves.

Then, he pushed himself up in a sitting position and looked straight at the woman’s eyes. Their gazes locked in a silent exchange before words escaped from his lips.

"This is a fight to determine the true ruler of this land, the one that would be sitting at the pinnacle of power. Sadly, that idea bores me; I would rather be the hidden boss than a king overseeing this world," he said with a casual smirk at the end.

"But that’s what a Sovereign does; we are born to rule, to trample anyone who challenges our might. Wasn’t that what Father always told us?" The woman answered, but her eyes widened by the man’s sudden reply.

"I’m not a Sovereign though," he said. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Then he stood up and walked towards her direction. And as soon as he passed her, he stopped for a moment and whispered. "I am done with this whole facade, so stop bothering me."

Without waiting for any reply, he continued his steps, leaving the woman alone, who was still staring at the shade of the maple tree.

Her mind clouded with the man’s words echoing throughout her thoughts. Then after seconds of contemplation, she let out a sigh, lifted her head and looked at the sun.

"My eyes feel a little hotter today," she uttered while a deck of cards appeared out of nowhere and spiraled around her body.

Afterward, a blank card blocked her gaze, and her lips curled in an upward grin all of a sudden.

’I don’t need your thoughts; all I want is your strength, Arthur,’ she thought.

. . . . .

Blackwell tilted his head; curiosity tainted his eyes. He wanted to know who that certain individual was that the general wanted to meet.

Despite being a member of the Untamed Crowns for several decades, Blackwell had no concrete idea about the ancient demons. All that he knew about their goal was to free those existences from the underworld. Thus, he took the courage to ask the man before him.

"With all due respect, may I know who this person is that the general longed for?" His eyes gleamed as he stated the question.

Zeno gave him a glance but diverted his eyes back to the sun in less than a second. His thoughts circled in a spiral tapestry of disappointment and affection before words escaped from his lips.

"Blackwell, have you not missed your sister?" He asked with a smirk.

The black dragon was puzzled by the demon’s reply; it wasn’t an answer but instead a question he failed to anticipate. It made him daze for a second as the image of a woman with golden eyes flashed through his mind.

"My affection towards my sister was long gone," Blackwell stated as soon as he recovered from the sudden trance.

Upon hearing him answer without a single flinch, Zeno chuckled and spoke.

"Then you’ll fail to understand," he said; his words had a tinge of playfulness.

Afterward, he focused his gaze back on the Chthulhu. X’yeth’s state was still the same as before. The wounds he acquired from the battle were still present due to Rielle’s Legacy, and his eyes had already lost their spark; the brimmer of hope dangling earlier was now nowhere to be found.

"That expression of yours..." Zeno mumbled and stood up.

He turned around and walked away; from a distance, he clicked his tongue and added. "It bores me."

With his words as the catalyst, the white light covering the cthulhu’s wounds swept across his body, leaving nothing but a speck of blue orb in the process.

It soon flew towards the red dice dangling from the demon’s left ear, but it failed to get absorbed as Zeno caught it in mid-air and raised it a few inches next to his nose.

With a short sniff, he smirked. "A soul without a Legacy—I wonder what it tastes like."

He opened up his mouth and pushed the ball of light inside. As it touched his tongue, he felt nothing unusual; it had the same savor as the souls he had eaten before; however, the moment it slid down his throat, he felt a burning sensation.

His body started to feel hotter, and veins darker than black became visible, crawling towards his neck.

"This is..." Zeno uttered with a hint of surprise present in his eyes.

He clenched his fist, his blood boiling from the sudden surge of strength, his senses tingling from the unknown power lingering inside his body.

Black veins crawled and settled all the way to his face while a flickering wave of dark miasma surrounded, covering the entirety of him.

"The power to destroy and take away life," he mumbled, somewhat uncertain of his words.

His eyes flickered as he moved his gaze on the surroundings; the trees standing several meters away from him turned rotten, their leaves dried and ground into jet-black particles.

The grass underneath him was gone, replaced by the empty blackened soil, completely void of life. On his head, there was something, someone whispering, trying to control his thoughts.

"G-General..." a trembling voice coming from behind pulled him out from the sudden daze.

The presence inside his mind disappeared, and as soon as he moved his eyes, he noticed the black dragon flapping his wings in the air, keeping some distance away from the miasma.

Zeno gave him a glare on top of his questioning look; as far as he knew, Blackwell had the energy of destruction as well, giving him strong resistance on it. He was even the one who dispelled the miasma earlier when Zeno was fighting against the cthulhu.

"What’s the matter?" Zeno asked, trying to satisfy his curiosity.

"It’s different... This thing... It’s way beyond my capacity," Blackwell replied with a tone filled with worry.

Upon hearing his subordinate’s worry, Zeno tilted his head in confusion, but after realizing how troubled his expression was, he closed his eyes to concentrate. With a deep breath, the black veins crawling all over his face faded until not even a trace was left visible.

The miasma seeping away from his body retracted towards his chest as well, leaving nothing but an empty, desolate land.

Afterward, Blackwell descended next to him in his human form; a worried expression was still painted on his face, but he chose not to dig any further.

Meanwhile, the demon shook his head as he opened his eyes, pushing the strange sensation he felt earlier to the back of his mind.

’Let’s think about it some other time,’ he thought.

Then he pulled the piece of paper hidden behind his coat. He made a small cut on the tip of his finger and used the blood sipping out from the wound to draw an x-mark on top of one of the red dots.

He stared at it for a second and shifted his gaze towards the other dot located on the Mountain of Phantasms.

"Hmnn, come to think of it, the last time I went there, I didn’t encounter even a single one of those furry guys. Should I pay them a visit while I’m on it?" Zeno murmured, thinking.

And after a while, a sophisticated grin came flashing on his lips.

. . . . .

In a place millions of light-years away from the universe of Exgreia, an enormous chunk of black metal could be seen floating in the glistening array of stars. Its length stretches a dozen kilometers with sharp edges and pointed steel guarding the front. Its massive frame housed hundreds of cylindrical tubes pointing in all directions.

The several masses of land that moved towards its colossal size were shattered upon collision. Then, in a moment’s notice, the lower deck of the vessel trembled and split in half while a cylindrical tube several times larger than the others protruded in mid-air.

Particles of light began to gather on the tip of its mouth, and the continuous wailing of sirens disturbed the peaceful scenery.

As the charging of the cylindrical object neared its completion. Its muzzle turned red due to the accumulated heat, and the moment it fired, a beam of light enough to obliterate everything was hurled in front, leaving nothing but trails of dust.

At the end of the projectile, a strange type of phenomenon occurred: clouds gathered, and lightning wreaked havoc in a circular motion, like a framework, containing a massive black hole with nothing but jet-black darkness.

The buzzing sounds of the alarm stopped, and a mechanical voice rang across the giant ship.

"Warp Gate successfully opened. Entering in less than a minute; prepare for stellar feedback resonance."

. . . . .