He and It Chapter 82: Dark Sky Sanctuary (17)

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Chapter 82: Dark Sky Sanctuary (17)

Translated by Addis of Exiled Rebels Scanlations

Editor: GaeaTiamat

 

The four fields were silent. Yu Mengzhou gave an overwhelmed laugh, surprised at his sudden burst of power.

“I…What just happened?” he asked. “Like something was broken?”

He raised his eyes, and suddenly saw thick clouds gathering in the distant sky. They churned with crimson lightning, as if an inverted volcano was brewing within them.

“What’s that?” Yu Mengzhou reached out and pointed in surprise. “It seems to be closing in on us?”

Falchion turned back to look. The euphoric divine light in his eyes flickered erratically and gradually died down, transforming into another, a more common type of malevolent flame. He said in a deep voice, “Banshee, relocate immediately!”

The herd rolled over and was ready to fight in an instant. Their manes blazed, they spewed out smoke that smelled of sulfur, and their hideous sternums expanded as they excitedly plowed the ground with a rumbling roar.

Yu Mengzhou asked, “Is this too hasty?”

“The banshee are the fastest moving vanguard under Angola’s command. They manipulate lightning and storms, and as an advance force, they can cause a great deal of disruption to us,” Bloody Butcher explained hastily. “Before the spell spikes were removed, the banshee were one of the few races in the Demon Realm that could outpace the demon horses in speed.”

“Bring what you need!” Blasphe shouted. “Besides the toolkit, what else?”

“Ah, this,” Yu Mengzhou urgently snapped his fingers. “Medicine, gauze, food, drinking water, and a couple changes of clothes all right!”

Striker anxiously ran back and forth in the garden, unable to stop himself from loudly suggesting, “Let me go against them! Let me go, let me go!”

“You stay with the group.” Falchion said. “Radiant Angel.”

The Demon Horse whose name was called looked up. His mane steamed fiercely, while his eyes lit up like two gold stars.

“Go reclaim the sky where you belong,” Falchion ordered calmly. “And buy us a little time.”

The mask of serenity was broken as Radiant Angel revealed an almost sardonic grin.

With fangs bared, intangible wings of flame unfurled brazenly from his back. Streaming fire like molten gold, the Demon Horse leapt up high, like a star of enlightenment returning to the sky. The black clouds that hadn’t dispersed for years fled in all directions for fear of him, and heavy moonlight poured over the palace.

The wilderness was pitch black, unlike the palace there, which was like a circle of water pools with refracted light that attracted countless secretly prying eyes.

As he carried his toolbox, Yu Mengzhou climbed onto Falchion’s back with ease. He grasped the reins that he had long since mastered. The thought of leaving the hot spring pool made him regret, “It’s a pity we haven’t stayed here until the next day…”

“One day it will settle down,” Falchion reassured him. “And that day is not far off. The moment we are all free will be the moment Angola pays the price.”

“Could it have been The Weaver who sent him the message?” Yu Mengzhou asked.

Falchion said briefly, “Unlikely. He is the oldest member of the Demon Lords, but that is not because he is strong, but because he is good at avoiding harm.”

“He will never tell Angola or the other Lords that we are gradually breaking free from our confinement,” Gao’er moved closer to the chief’s side and analyzed calmly. “Sitting back and enjoying the spoils is The Weaver’s favorite trick. He can’t wait for us to fight each other, to kill each other. Even if he cannot be the fisherman who gains in the end, he will immediately attach himself to the victor.”

With the herd prepared, Falchion let out a long whine as he galloped through the gates of the palace and swept towards the distant mountains. Yu Mengzhou struggled to raise his head in the gusty winds to look up at Radiant Angel high in the sky.

Legend had it that the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, the ones who brought about the end and the rebirth of the world, rode on four different colored horses, and wielded the weapons given by god until the end of time. However, Yu Mengzhou was sure that even the red horse ridden by the Horseman of War might not have the same tyrannical magnificence as Radiant Angel.

In the last encounter, Falchion took him far away first, so he hadn’t seen how Bloody Butcher slaughtered the army chasing the herd by crushing their meat into mud, but at this moment, Radiant Angel was hovering above his head, so Yu Mengzhou was finally able to see the full appearance of a Demon Horse’s conquest.

The banshee troops were in front, and the group of eagle-winged, human bodied demons had long sharp claws, wrapped in the thunder’s might and the storm’s head. The plumes on the top of their heads were as elegant as a peacock, and there was even a hint of femininity in their ferociousness. Their momentum was as magnificent as an army of thousands of horses, and when they laughed loudly, they could scare the tigers and lions into trembling.

However, Radiant Angel didn’t laugh, not to mention making a single sound. His crimson fur was completely covered by the light of the golden flame. The Demon Horse ascended into a sky full of the movement of ghostly apparitions, more silent than a feather, but there was a concussion in the aftermath of his passage. He rushed away from the sky with the clamor of lightning and thunder while the banshees wailed and announced their own death.

It was like a raging monarch…When a monarch ordered a kill, there was no need for one to hear his own voice communicating, but only to look in the direction indicated by his seal staff!

The first wave of banshees broke apart under the shockwave of light flames, blood accompanied limbs, and swirled in a furious rain above Yu Mengzhou’s head. Obviously, the front was hindered by the multiplication of ten thousand armies, but the speed of Radiant Angel’s march was even faster than that of the herd on land. The black clouds in the dome of the sky were like a raging and roaring tidal wave, and each wave was higher than another, as they clustered around the king’s carriage.

The banshees finally got a good look at the opponent opposite them. Faded away by the bulky leg armor, Radiant Angel’s innate feathers were still monstrous, but the spell spikes, which symbolized the identity of Angola’s possessions, were all gone.

In the past, the favorite thing of these vicious jailers in hell was to show off their abilities in front of Radiant Angel, such as their control of the sky as they wandered like lightning in the wind, and utilized the strong power of thunder. All the demons that occupied the sky knew that they were just usurpers of Radiant Angel’s power which should have belonged to him.

However, wasn’t that the fun of Hell? The usurpers could gloat in front of the noble prisoners who had been reduced to slavery, to laugh at their weakness and their status which wasn’t what it used to be.

In that moment, the rampant laughter of the banshees vanished, replaced by shrill whistles of terror, and the army dispersed as swiftly as they had clustered for evil. Unfortunately, it was too late. A barrier of black clouds formed the dead city of the vanguard army, and corpses tumbled like impatient rain and snow, as they smashed with unending dull crashes on the ground through which the herd passed.

“Show-off,” Striker grumbled glumly.

Iron Scepter let out a laugh, “That’s what he deserves! And besides, you can’t fight in the air.”

“I can jump high too!” Striker said defiantly.

The sky cleared and Radiant Angel turned his cloud and gave a light laugh.

“But you can’t fly.”

Striker bared his teeth in exasperation, then tried to jump up and bite Radiant Angel’s serpentine tail, but was stopped by Falchion’s admonition.

“Gao’er, you and Radiant Angel go scout ahead together. Angola would never send just one group of demons.”

“Oooh, big party,” Blasphe lolled out his tongue, and greedily sniffed at the thick blood in the air as he pleasantly trampled over a banshee’s still twitching corpse. He stole a glance at Yu Mengzhou. “I wonder just when I’ll be able to join in on it…”

“Don’t even think about it. I’m next,” Sevenfold Eyes hissed. “Besides, what are your powers? Going to court and fiddling with chess pieces and making small talk? Take a back seat.”

Blasphe retorted uncharacteristically, “Really? What a coincidence. I’m not sure the ability to see straight through secrets is anything to be proud of. Perhaps…can you help see if Angola has pinned a ring around the base of his thigh?”

Sevenfold Eyes burst into flames and slammed towards Blasphe as Striker protested loudly, “Hey! I’m not even fighting! How can you guys start a fight behind my back!”

Falchion ran at the front of the pack and let out a deep breath. Yu Mengzhou couldn’t help but laugh as he felt the helplessness of being the chief.

“I see it! Across the ridge is the Troll March’s quarters!” The earth transformed into a carrier of shadows, and Gao’er suddenly appeared in the middle of the herd running at full speed. “I can see that they’re waiting for news from the banshees.”

Falchion said indifferently, “Striker?”

Striker hastily perked up his ears. “I’m here!”

“Go on.”

Striker gave a long hiss of excitement. That hiss swirled into a roar that rocked the world as he shook his hooves in exuberance and said in a loud voice, “Ether! I want Ether to drive me there! What’s that word, out…? Out of the blue!”

Falchion didn’t say anything, so Ether knew that was a sign of permission. He approached the chief’s side and said quietly to Yu Mengzhou, “Did you know that the heart of a troll is the heart of their entire body? Bright and shiny, very beautiful. Wait, I’ll bring it here for you to see.”

Before Yu Mengzhou had a chance to speak, Ether tugged on Striker’s flailing reins, a dark aura emerged under his hooves, and the two Demon Horses instantly disappeared from the group.

“–Control over space,” Falchion said softly. “This is Ether’s ability.”

Yu Mengzhou immediately looked towards the high mountains ahead. Even with the mountains acting as a barrier, he could still vaguely observe the thunder and fire that lit up half of the sky, along with some kind of majestic war cry, not resembling a human being’s, that resounded through the sky then quickly turned into a dying wail, which continuously stirred in the mountains.

A meat grinder of war.

That was his latest impression of the Demon Horses, or to be precise, Demon Horses with their chains removed.

However, at the same time a question arose in his mind.

From the looks of it, Angola, who was still a Demon Lord at the time, had used trickery to seal the natural abilities of the Demon Horses, had subjugated them with pain and turned them into crippled prisoners. Even so, with those crippled Demon Horses, he was still able to rise to the position of the one and only Prince, the Supreme Ruler in Hell.

And what of the Demon Horses? What would be their fate? Their original identity?

As he pondered, the wailing from the troll quarters ceased, and Striker and Ether landed out of thin air in the midst of the herd, covered in a layer of blood as thick as mud.

“We’re back!” Striker harrumphed recklessly. “Those fools! They were actually prepared to stop us with brute force, but alas, who made them so big and have their weaknesses grow on their bellies?”

Ether, on the other hand, carried a still dripping leather pocket on his back, which revealed hard, irregular crystals inside, each the size of a coconut, which radiated a brilliant diamond light under the firelight.

“This is the heart of a troll. Is it pretty?” Ether asked sweetly. “All for you.”

Yu Mengzhou, “…”

Yu Mengzhou’s lips opened and closed. He was really speechless.

“…Good looking,” he said reluctantly. “It’s a heart, but…ahem, it’s quite nice.”