The Elf Journey In The Western Fantasy World-Chapter 193: The Light That Burns

How had things ended up like this? They were in the middle of fighting, and all of a sudden, the demons’ weapons began to glow?

Was this some kind of new secret weapon the demons had invented... one that could blind them to death?

...Hahaha, what kind of nonsense theory was that? That guess was completely unreliable!

This unexpected turn of events caught everyone off guard.

Both sides, who had been engaged in an intense battle just moments ago, froze in place, dumbfounded, they were staring blankly at the glowing weapons. For a time, no one could return to their senses.

Someone please explain—what the hell was going on?

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Before they could snap out of it, they were startled by a sudden, agonizing scream that erupted beside their ears.

Even the calmest, most well-trained knights couldn’t keep their expressions completely steady.

The slight twitches of their faces and the corners of their mouths betrayed the unease they were trying to suppress.

It was truly terrifying.

They turned their gazes toward the source of the scream and were shocked to find that it had come from within the demon side.

The demons, too, seemed to have realized this and stepped aside, revealing the source of the screams to everyone, it was a "demons" that currently writhing in agony on the ground.

These particular "demons" were clearly different from the rest.

His bodies were covered in burn marks with black smoke billowed off from him in waves, the air was filled with the nauseating stench of scorched flesh.

Even the most cold-blooded individuals couldn’t help but furrow their brows at the sight and silently look away, doing their best to erase the scene from memory.

Those with weaker stomachs had already turned their heads while clutching their mouths, trying not to vomit.

The entire battlefield felt as if someone had pressed a pause button, no one moved or spoke. The only sound left was the unending chorus of screams.

"...W-What’s happening?"

After what felt like forever, someone finally asked in a trembling voice.

That single question was like water dropped into a boiling pan of oil, it set off an explosion.

At this point, who still cared about the so-called war? Everyone was too shaken by what they were witnessing right now.

Why were the demons’ weapons glowing with such blinding white light? Why were those being burned clearly members of the demon army? And wasn’t it supposed to be the Yaguk Theocracy who was being crushed in this battle? Why was it the demon army that was suddenly falling apart from within?

Could it be that the Yaguk Theocracy had done something?

Those who had already betrayed their original alliances couldn’t help but have a disturbing thought float into their minds.

What if... what if this was the Yaguk Theocracy’s doing?

As soon as the idea surfaced, they subconsciously took several steps away from the Yaguk Theocracy’s forces, deliberately keeping their distance.

Whether or not the Yaguk Theocracy had really caused this didn’t matter anymore.

As long as there was even the slightest possibility, no one wanted to find out for sure.

This kind of tactic... was just too cruel. Even those who had experienced countless brutal wars turned their heads slightly at the sight.

From the moment the weapons started glowing, the Pope had felt an intensifying sense of unease growing in his heart. And when he saw those "demons" rolling on the ground and wailing in unbearable pain, his blood seemed to freeze in his veins.

Athe.cold sweat broke out on his back.

If not for his strong self-control, he might have already collapsed onto the ground from sheer panic.

Because those "demons" lying on the ground and screaming in agony, might be strangers to others—but he knew them very well.

Those "demons" were the Fallen Demons he had arranged in secret long ago.

Every single one of the "demons" who ended up in such a miserable state without exception... was a Fallen Demon.

This realization sent a chill down his spine.

It felt as though all his plans had been completely exposed.

As far as he knew, the only natural nemesis of the Fallen Demons was magical crystals. The higher the quality of the crystal, the more magic it needed to activate—and one of the primary uses of magical crystals was illumination.

This knowledge had been deliberately buried after the previous glorious era came to an end.

The brutal fate of the Fallen Demons dragged out the thoughts the Pope had been desperately trying to suppress in the back of his mind.

He didn’t dare to think about it, nor did he have the courage to confirm it.

Right now, he had only one thought in his head—that he must sever all ties with the Fallen Demons.

Absolutely, without exception.

Otherwise... forget about making Yaguk Theocracy great again—he might very well be the one who destroys Yaguk Theocracy with his own hands.

At this moment, the Pope felt like a man tied to a spit, roasting alive over flames. When he caught, from the corner of his eye, the subtle movements made by the representatives of the other countries beside him, his frustration only grew more intense.

Of course, he understood what they meant—wasn’t it obvious? They were blaming him, claiming that he was the one responsible for the sudden eruption within the demon army.

He desperately wanted to tell them, "This wasn’t our doing!"

But he couldn’t say a word. Otherwise, he’d be exposing himself.

Pressed from all directions, the Pope was in an incredibly miserable state.

At this point, even the lightest push could send him plummeting from the edge of a thousand-foot cliff, shattering him into pieces.

He didn’t dare to gamble.

Meanwhile, Anos, who was stationed far behind the demon army, also did not miss the horrific screams coming from the battlefield.

Just as he grew worried and was about to check what was going on, darkness suddenly covered his vision and his ears were gently covered as well.

No hearing, no seeing.