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Rise of the Fallen Kingdom’s Third Prince Chapter 292: Demonic Realm (1)

Chapter 292: Demonic Realm (1)

The⁠‍​ Anti-Imperial Alliance had‌ maintained a blockade⁠‌‌ line along the​​​ Empire’s border until‌⁠⁠ recently. That was⁠ why, as they‍‍⁠ approached the Empire‍⁠‌ again, they expected⁠‌‍ to see a familiar landscape.

However,‍ something unexpected occurred.‌‌​

Jared,⁠‍‍ marching at the⁠⁠ vanguard alongside Yuri,‌​ was the first​‌​ to show confusion.⁠‌⁠

“This​ is…”

He‍ looked around uneasily.‌⁠⁠

“It’s​​⁠ changed. This place​‌ wasn’t like this‌‌‍ before…”

The⁠ scenery was not‍‍‍ what they had‍ anticipated. A road⁠ they did not‍ recognize stretched ahead,‍ and plants they‍ had never seen‌ before were growing.​

Trees‍‍ much larger and⁠​​ sturdier than normal‍‍ spread their branches,‌ blocking the view‌⁠ in every direction,‌⁠ and the roots‌‌ protruding from the​ ground made the‍​ way forward difficult.‌⁠‍

Most‍⁠⁠ disturbing of all‌​‍ was a strange‌ stench that constantly⁠ assaulted the senses.‌

Yuri‌‌​ looked up. For‌ some reason, even⁠ the sun in​ the sky seemed‌‍‍ to have grown​​​ hazy.

“Can‍​​ it change this​ much in just⁠‍ a single month?”‍‌‌

“Black‍​⁠ magic can achieve​ anything.”

“I‍‍⁠ see…”

“It⁠‌ seems corrupted. Stay​‌‌ alert, we keep​⁠ moving.”

Said‌​ Yuri.

“It‍‍ doesn’t seem like​ there are enemies‌‍ nearby.”

There​‌ was still no‍ word from the‌ knight who had​‌ been sent ahead⁠​ as a scout.⁠ Yuri spurred his‌‌ horse forward, extending‌ his perception to‌‌​ keep watch on​ the surroundings as‌‍​ he moved.

He​‍‍ could hear the​⁠⁠ murmurs of the​‌ soldiers behind him.‍‍

“Yes,⁠ this is the‍‍‍ same place from⁠​‍ back then.”

As⁠‌ they continued, the‍ remnants of the‌⁠‌ defensive line the‌‍‌ Anti-Imperial Alliance had‌​‍ once set up‍​ came into view.​‍‌

But​‌ it was different​​ from before.

“It’s‌⁠ strange. It hasn’t‍ been that long…”​

Muttered‍ Jared, his tone‍​‍ sour. Yuri replied.⁠

“This‌⁠‍ is the kind​ of enemy we’re​⁠ facing.”

The‌ traces left by⁠​ the Anti-Imperial Alliance​‍​ looked as though‍‌⁠ decades had passed,‍‌ even though only​ weeks had gone‌ by.

Objects⁠‍ abandoned by the‍‌⁠ soldiers were weathered,‍​⁠ and, covered by‌‍​ unfamiliar plants, had⁠⁠ already become part⁠ of the landscape.‌

All​ around were bleached​ bones of those​‍​ who had fallen​‍‍ in battle.

With‍‍ a chilling feeling,​‍ the Alliance troops⁠‌‌ crossed their former​‍‌ defensive line and​⁠ fully entered Imperial‌​ territory.

Then‌⁠‌ Laurent, marching behind⁠⁠ them, spoke.

“Yuri⁠‌⁠ Briol.”

“Hmm?”‍

“You‌​⁠ feel it, don’t‍‌​ you?”

“Of‍​ course.”

Laurent,‍‍⁠ who had once​ been corrupted by​ Cedric, reacted to⁠⁠‍ black magic with‌‍‍ sharper sensitivity than​‌ the others. Only‌⁠ Yuri, who mastered‌​​ the Cut of‌​​ the soul and⁠‌ the heart, could‍ perceive something similar.‍⁠

“It⁠‍‍ seems they’ve prepared⁠‍ a welcome for‌‌‍ us.”

Beyond‍‌‌ the defensive line,⁠⁠‌ another world emerged.​‌

The⁠ landscape was grotesque.⁠

It​‍ was like a painting by an​​‌ artist with a twisted imagination.

The‌‍ knots in the‍‌​ trees were deformed⁠‍ into the likeness‌‌⁠ of human faces​ screaming, and the‌ branches rose up⁠⁠​ sharp as thorns,‍⁠​ jutting out in​‍ all directions.

The​​‍ birds perched on‌‌​ them all had⁠ red eyes, watching‌​​ them as if‌‍‍ on guard.

The‌‍ road on the‌ ground twisted unnecessarily,‍‌ to the point​‌ that looking at‌​ it too long‌ could make one⁠ dizzy.

From‍‍‍ time to time,⁠‍ unknown beasts crouched​⁠​ near the road,​‌ watching warily.

Yuri‍⁠​ remarked.

“If‌‌ we leave it​​‌ like this, the‍ entire continent will‍‍ end up like‍ this, becoming more‍ and more warped.”‌

“Yes.”⁠‌‍

“We​ must win, even‍​ if only for​ our families.”

While​‌⁠ he spoke, in‌‍ the distance the​ scouting knight was⁠‍ returning.

“Come‍ back.”

As‌⁠‌ he drew closer,⁠ the faces of‍ those around Yuri⁠‍​ tensed.

The‌‍ mounted knight had‍‍​ no head.

Even‌‌ so, he remained​⁠‍ upright, holding the​ reins as if‍‍⁠ still alive.

The‌​ horse stopped right‌⁠ in front of‌ the vanguard. Both​ rider and mount‍ stood motionless.

“T-this⁠⁠ is…”

Everyone⁠ was startled, but‌⁠​ Yuri was the​ first to act.‌​ He drew his​ sword and swung.⁠​

The‍ knight’s torso was‍‍ split apart and‍ fell to the⁠ ground, from which​​ something like a snake came crawling‌‍​ out.

“It’s‌ the same thing‌ as before.”

Growled​​⁠ Jared, gritting his⁠ teeth.

From‌‍ the knight’s body‌‌ emerged a tentacle,⁠‍‍ identical to the​ ones they had‍ already grown sick​‍⁠ of seeing. It‍ detached itself as‌​ an independent entity​‍‍ and slithered across‌ the ground.

Yuri‌‍​ thrust forward with​​ an energy strike,⁠​ but the tentacle‍‌ dodged.

It⁠ then writhed as‍​​ if in a spasm, and pierced‍​ the horse’s hide,‌ burrowing inside.

The⁠⁠ animal’s eyes turned​⁠‌ red and its​ breathing grew labored.‍‌‌

“Damn‌ you!”

Jared‌‌⁠ leapt from his‍ horse and attacked.‌‍

The​ beast dodged several​⁠ times before trying‍‌​ to kick him‍ with its hind‌‌‌ legs. The movement‍ was so fast​​​ the hoof grazed​ Jared’s hair.

“Damn‌‍‌ it!”

Jared​‌​ delivered a powerful‌⁠⁠ slash. The horse’s‍ body was cleaved⁠⁠‍ in two and‌‌ collapsed. Its entrails⁠‌‌ spilled out, and‌ among them appeared‍‌ the severed tentacle.⁠‍‍

“Damn‌‍ it…”

Shaking​​‍ the blood from‍‌⁠ his sword, Jared​‌ grabbed the carcass⁠ by a leg‍ and hurled it‍‍‍ to the roadside.‌​

Immediately,​ wild beasts pounced​​⁠ on it to⁠ devour it.

“Don’t‌​ look.”

Said‌‌ Yuri.

“We​ don’t have time​ for that.”

Though‌⁠ they had been​‌ in Imperial territory‌ for only a short time, it​ was enough to‍⁠⁠ understand this land​ had completely changed.‍

Everyone​ was tense, and⁠‌‌ that tension was‌‌⁠ useful.

“All​ units, battle positions!”‍‌

Ordered​ Yuri firmly.

The‍​ Alliance was marching​⁠ in a long​‍‌ column, so they​‌‍ were not in​⁠ battle formation. However,‍​‍ the unsettling nature‌​‌ of the place​ kept everyone on​​ high alert, and‌‍​ the impact of‌‍‌ the attack did‌⁠⁠ not cause chaos.​

“Enemy⁠ attack!”

The‌ war horn sounded.​‍ Tirbo, carrying the⁠⁠​ Alliance’s standard, planted‍​‍ it in the​​‌ ground and drew⁠​ his sword. The‌‌‍ other soldiers did⁠‌ the same.

Soon,‍ unknown enemies began‌⁠ to appear.

“Did‍‍ they come out⁠ of an underground‌‌‍ tunnel?”

“I‌​‍ don’t know.”

“But​‌​ they emerged from⁠‍​ the earth.”

“Could⁠‍ be, or maybe‌⁠ they were just‌‍​ buried.”

“Those‍​​ aren’t human anymore.”‍

“Do​‌ they look human‌‌‍ to you?”

Imperial‌ soldiers suddenly emerged​⁠ from the ground,‍‍‍ surrounding the Alliance.⁠

They⁠ were human, but​ not entirely. Some⁠ had claws, others​‍‌ flailed tentacles.

Their​‌ deformed bodies tore⁠⁠⁠ through their uniforms,​⁠‌ which hung in‍⁠‌ tatters.

“Disgusting…”‌​‍

Both‍ sides hesitated to⁠​ strike first.

The‍ tension was such‍ that it felt‍‍‍ like the fighting‍ could erupt at⁠ any moment.

And‌‍⁠ it was Yuri‌‍ who broke that​ silence.

“What‍‍ are you waiting​ for?”

He​​⁠ dismounted and strode‍‌​ forward, swinging Guilty‌ with force.

A semicircular arc of‌ cutting energy rose‌​ up, and the⁠ enemies blocking his‌ path spewed blood‌ in unison as​‌‍ they were split​​ in half and‍​⁠ collapsed.

Screams⁠​⁠ more akin to‍ beasts than humans‍⁠ rang out.

The‍ battle had begun.​

The‍‌‍ Anti-Imperial Alliance’s formation⁠ was attacked from‍​ both flanks, but‍ they defended themselves,⁠⁠ covering each other’s‌ backs and cooperating⁠​‍ as much as⁠ possible.

“This⁠ is only the⁠ beginning! Do not​‌​ give up an‌⁠‍ inch of ground!”‍

Yuri‌‍ shouted as he‍‌‍ pressed forward. The‌⁠ enemies blocking him⁠⁠‌ had grotesque appearances,​‌ but they were‌ not noticeably stronger​ than the Imperial‍​‌ black army they⁠ had faced before.​

However,‌⁠ their way of‍​​ attacking was strange,‌​‍ making it harder‍‍‍ to counter.

Before,⁠⁠ at least, it‌‌‍ had felt like⁠​​ fighting other humans,⁠ but now it​ was more like​​​ battling wild animals.‍‍

Facing​ enemies that stabbed‍‍ with tentacles, slashed‌⁠ with claws, or​‌ bit into bare‌‍ flesh with bared⁠‍⁠ teeth was no⁠​ easy task.

Yuri’s​‍​ eyes darted quickly.​⁠

Even‌ if their shapes⁠​ had changed, there⁠‌⁠ had to be‍‍​ a leader. He⁠‍​ expanded his senses.⁠

Entering‍⁠⁠ the domain of⁠ the Cut of⁠‌​ the soul and​‍⁠ the heart, his‌ gaze swept over​‍​ the enemy. Finally,⁠⁠​ he found a figure emanating an‌⁠ aura of black​‍⁠ magic much stronger‍⁠ than the rest.​​​

It‌‍⁠ stood at the⁠⁠⁠ rear; at first‍‍ glance it seemed‍‌ to be advancing‌‍‌ with the Imperial​‍​ troops, but in‍‍ truth its eyes​‌⁠ were constantly moving‌‍ and it was⁠‍ muttering something.

Yuri​‌ charged toward him,‌ Guilty in hand.​‍‌

But‍‌‌ the Imperial troops​‌‌ interposed themselves again.​‌

He​ dodged the tentacles‌‍ that lashed out‌‌ from all directions‌ and cut them⁠‍ all in a single strike, but​ they regenerated immediately.‌‌⁠

Changing⁠ tactics, he decided​‌⁠ to cut through‍​ their bodies directly⁠‍‍ instead of the⁠‍​ tentacles, pushing forward.​

At‌⁠‍ that distance, it‌⁠ seemed far too⁠‌ close, but Yuri’s⁠ speed was beyond​ the range of​ any enemy reaction.‍‍‌

Each‍​‌ time he swung​‌ his sword, chunks‍‍​ of flesh flew‌ through the air.⁠‍‍

After‌‌ several dozen cuts,‍‍‌ he opened a gap in the​ enemy formation.

Shattered⁠ bodies littered the​​ ground, and those‌ blocking him were​‌‌ either dead or⁠‌ crawling, mutilated.

He‍ kept advancing.

The‍​ enemy leader seemed​ to realize he⁠⁠ had been discovered‌​⁠ and turned to⁠‌ flee.

At‍​‍ the same time,‍ Imperial troops piled‍​⁠ up in front‍​ of Yuri to⁠​⁠ block his way.​

“Where‍ do you think‍‍‌ you’re going!”

Yuri‍ leapt.

He⁠‌‍ descended, aiming straight⁠ for the fugitive’s‌ back, but the‌‍ latter turned and‍‍ smiled.

His⁠​ mouth, torn wide,‍‍‌ reached all the​‌⁠ way to his⁠‍​ ears.

“Idiot.”​‍​

It‍⁠⁠ rang out surprisingly‌​‍ clearly in the​ continental tongue. The‍⁠ pronunciation was perfect;⁠​ his appearance was⁠ monstrous, but it‌⁠‍ seemed he had‌‌​ not lost his‌​ reason.

Suddenly,​ a great impact​‍ struck Yuri.

Just‌ before stabbing the​⁠‍ fugitive in the‌​ back, he was​‌‌ hurled sideways and‍ rolled across the⁠⁠​ ground, crushing several⁠ Imperial soldiers along⁠‍⁠ with him.

He⁠ got up immediately,‌​ finished off the⁠‌ fallen enemies with‌​​ Guilty, and looked​‍‌ up.

Someone‍‍​ was standing there.‍‌

“Hey.”‌​‍

Yuri‌‌ called out. Judging‌​ by the attire,‌​ he looked like‌ the commander of⁠ one of the​​‌ Empire’s numerous numbered‍ squadrons.

But‍ now, corrupted by‌⁠ black magic, he‌​⁠ had lost his⁠‌ human form.

He‍​ wore black armor​‍⁠ and a black‌ helmet, but the‌‍ body visible through‌ the gaps was​‍​ no longer human.​⁠

Moreover,‍‌⁠ the sword he‌ wielded was fused⁠⁠​ to his arm,‍‌‍ resembling a sharpened‍‍ bone more than⁠ a forged weapon.⁠⁠

“What’s⁠​‌ your name?”

Yuri‌ asked, Guilty in‌ hand. Against all‍​‌ expectations, the other‌ answered.

“Valphua.”⁠

“I‍‌ think I’ve heard‍ that name. You’re⁠‌‌ a knight commander?”​‍‌

“Yes.”⁠

“And‌‍​ why are you​ like this?”

“Like‍⁠​ what?”

“You’re‍⁠​ not human.”

“What​​ is it to⁠ be human?”

Red‍‌ eyes glimmered beneath​ the helmet.

“I​‌​ don’t know. That’s‌‍ too philosophical to⁠‍ answer.”

“There’s⁠ no need to‌ obsess over something‍‌ you can’t fully⁠​ understand.”

From​ Valphua’s other hand⁠ sprouted another sword,⁠​‌ also fused to‌ his body. He​ began to advance.​

Facing‌​‍ an enemy with‍​ two blades instead⁠ of hands was​​ a first even​ for Yuri.

“Alright.‍‍‍ Fine.”

Yuri⁠⁠⁠ tightened his grip​ on Guilty and‌​⁠ smiled.

“Let’s⁠ fight.”

He‍​⁠ rushed forward.

Valphua‍ crossed his two​ swords to block‌ Yuri’s strike, and​‌⁠ Yuri took the‍‍⁠ chance to kick‍​ him in the‌‍ abdomen.

While‍ Valphua staggered, Yuri‌‍ raised Guilty overhead‍ to deliver a downward blow.

The​‍‌ other blocked again.‍⁠

Yuri‍ attacked, Valphua defended.‍

The⁠‌‍ exchange continued.

Yuri⁠​ swept his leg‍​ to trip him⁠⁠⁠ and quickly glanced​ at the enemy⁠​ leader, who was​​ moving away.

At⁠⁠ first, the leader⁠⁠ had been watching​ the fight, but‍‌ upon seeing Yuri‌​‌ gain the advantage,‌‍ he fled immediately.​

Truly⁠‌ the kind of‌ man Yuri despised.‍

Yuri​‍‍ dodged an upward‌ slash from Valphua‍​ and asked,

“That⁠‌ your boss?”

Valphua‌​​ did not answer.​ Instead, tentacles emerged​‍ from his body.⁠‍

“I’m‍ getting sick of‍‌ those tentacles.”

“You‍ know something?”

Valphua⁠​ suddenly spoke.

“We’re⁠‍​ only here to​‍ buy time. The‌ Empire’s real army⁠‍‌ is something else.”‌⁠

“Oh,‌‍​ really?”

“You’ll⁠⁠​ never be able‌‌ to defeat it.”⁠​‌

“If⁠ they’re so strong,‍⁠⁠ why are they‌‌‌ spending every day​⁠ stalling for time?”‍‍​

“To​‌ be complete.”

Valphua​ raised both swords.‍

“It​ won’t be long.⁠ If we can⁠ hold out just⁠‌ a bit more,⁠ He will be‌‌⁠ complete. To die‍​‌ for that is‌‍ an honor.”

“Very‌‍ loyal, huh? This‍‌ ‘He’ you’re talking‌⁠⁠ about is Cedric,⁠‍‌ isn’t it?”

Valphua​ didn’t answer. Yuri​​ clicked his tongue.​⁠

And​‍ cut.

It​⁠‌ was so fast‍⁠⁠ that Valphua didn’t⁠ even realize he⁠‍‍ had died.

In​ an instant, Yuri‌ closed the distance​⁠ and split his⁠ head into four⁠ pieces, moving past‌ the falling body.‌⁠‌

“I⁠‌‌ will kill Cedric.”‌⁠

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