I Really Am Not The Lord Of Demon
/ I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon Chapter 521
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
He watched as Chiba Michiko cleaned up the dining table.
Ling Ping'an finally found an opportunity and asked, “Chiba, did you run into some trouble today?”
Chiba Michiko's hand, which had been wiping the table, suddenly stopped moving.
She hurriedly hid the panic in her heart. “No… No…”
“It's alright!” Ling Ping'an looked at this Fusang girl and patiently enticed her. “C'mon, tell me about it…”
“You'll suffocate if you keep things to yourself!”
Chiba Michiko looked at the man in front of her.
She looked at the pair of eyes that had suddenly become dark and deep.
The courage that she had worked so hard to muster instantly collapsed.
“There really isn't anything…” She said with her head lowered.
Ling Ping'an looked at her and understood. He wouldn't be able to get anything out of her if he asked any more questions.
“This is strange!' He thought.
If she had only been ostracized or suppressed…
Chiba Michiko wouldn't have been so flustered, but she wasn't willing to say it out loud.
So…
“Did something happen at home?' Ling Ping'an wondered.
But what could have happened to the Chiba Family?
Didn't they just get the documents for naturalization not long ago?
But she wasn't willing to spill.
Thinking of this, Ling Ping'an probed, “Did something happen at Fusang?”
When Chiba Michiko heard this, she immediately turned red like a frightened fawn. “You… You… You already know?”
Ling Ping'an smiled. “How would I know if you don't tell me?”
But how could Chiba Michiko believe his words?
In her heart, a reclusive sage like Ling Ping'an, who lived in seclusion in town and watched the clouds rise and fall, was like the legendary wise man of the bamboo forest, quietly watching the rise and fall of the world.
He wouldn't leave the mountains unless the world was about to collapse or buildings were about to topple.
Such a person could know about the world's major events without ever stepping foot outside of his house.
For example, Zhuge Liang secluded himself in Nanyang, but he was extremely far-sighted and knowledgeable.
Therefore, Ling must have known about Fusang's matter.
It was just that he did not want to interfere!
After all, such sages were all people who did nothing and allowed nature to take its course.
So…
Chiba Michiko looked at Ling Ping'an and thought, “Ling-san must have a way to solve it, right?”
But was it because the time was not right that he was unwilling to make a move?
After thinking for a while, Chiba Michiko knew that this must be the case.
The time was not right!
Thus, she said respectfully, “Ling-san, I understand!”
Ling Ping'an looked at her and did not quite understand.
You understand?
Understand what?
He blinked his eyes, but the girl became joyful once more
A familiar cheerful smile finally appeared on her face again.
Chiba Michiko said, “Thank you, Ling-san. I know what to do!”
She'd go back to tell His Highness Yoshiko.
The time was not ripe. He had to wait!
In any case, now was not the time to mention His Excellency.
Wasn't the Feathered Fox still sealed up?
When the time was ripe, Ling-san would choose an opportunity to make a move.
For such a sage-like figure, it was fine if he did not do anything, but the moment he made a move, it would definitely be earth-shattering!
…
Mount Li.
Night shrouded the mountainous area that was already classified as a Grade A natural history and cultural relic of the country.
On the outer perimeter, high fences and barbed wire had already sealed off this place.
After passing through the barbed wire and the fences, they entered deep into the hinterland of Mount Li.
They could see a terrifying sight.
In the depths of the mountains, which were filled with thorns and trees…
Terracotta warriors that had already been damaged lined up and patrolled the area mechanically.
Most of their bodies were already badly desecrated.
There was even large holes in many of their chests.
However, they still patrolled and faithfully followed the instructions given to them by their creator: protect the Underground Palace!
And under the earth, hundreds of meters below the Yellow Earth.
Metallic balls with extremely smooth silver surfaces formed something similar to a star chart.
Each metallic ball was like a star.
When connected together, all of them formed a vast star map.
In the star map, there was a straight road.
This was the straight path of the Immortal Qin!
It was the star path of the Immortal Qin Multiverse Empire under the leadership of the ancestral dragon.
Suddenly, a bright light lit up on the path.
A mechanical voice flowed out from the bright light.
“The Immortal Qin Empire's Meng Yi, captain of the Great Wall garrison, calls all comrades!”
“Repeat!”
“Meng Yi calling all comrades!”
However…
All the metallic balls did not respond.
The Immortal Qin Empire, which had conquered countless worlds, had entered a state of silence.
Under these metallic balls were countless densely packed bronze golem figures.
Each of them was dozens of meters tall.
Their eyes were tightly shut, like computers on standby.
……
In the Middle Ages, Meng Yi ended yet another futile call.
The entire Multiverse Empire of Immortal Qin seemed to have gone into hibernation.
But…
It had clearly received the ancestral dragon's signal many times before.
This made Meng Yi a little vexed. In its core, within its chest cavity, were pieces of silver metal. The core computing array that was stacked together was overloading.
Suddenly…
Meng Yi raised his head.
Its pair of bronze eyes that had been personally made by the ancestral dragon saw a bit of fire flying in the heavens.
Within that fire, one could faintly feel a brutal and cruel aura.
Meng Yi could not help but stand up.
It sensed danger!
A terrifying existence on the same level as the ancestral dragon was entering the orbit of this fragile world.
His divine power had burned through the world's defensive barrier.
He was entering quickly!
That was…
An 8 symbol was burning in that flowing fire.
The God of Blood!
Khorne!
But wasn't Khorne already dead?
Who was this?
And…
How could Khorne have psionic power reactions on the same level as the ancestral dragon?
Meng Yi frowned.
Back then, the ancestral dragon had descended to this world and established Immortal Qin.
After that, the Great Wall defense system was constructed. Its original intention had been to establish a foundation in this world, and then its real form would descend to completely conquer this place.
This was the routine operation of the Immortal Qin Empire.
Ever since the birth of the Immortal Qin Empire, it had always been on the road of conquest.
Conquering one world after another and absorbing them into its own system.
After that, it built magnificent sights, and finally, through these sights, it took in the resources of the entire world.
They supplied the massive empire and continued to conquer.
Such conquests went on for tens of thousands of years.
Until the disappearance of the ancestral dragon, and the entire territory of the Multiverse Empire of Immortal Qin fell into silence.
…
Ithil ignited a raging fire.
Flames that were like blood.
In the flames, a figure of eight was dancing.
“Interesting!” A voice said within the blood-like flames.
He could feel that there were many interesting places in this fragile world.
“A laboratory created by the ancient sages?” He said.
This was really too interesting.
He smelled the smells of this space called Ithil.
There were his, there were Naboo's, there were Tzeentch's, and there were even more sinister ones.
It was too interesting!
Wait!
He suddenly smelled an unusual smell spreading in the place.
This was…
His nostrils trembled slightly.
He was familiar with this smell.
The Emperor on the golden toilet!
Although it was only similar, it was enough!
“Hahahaha…” He laughed loudly.
“So you can become us, too!”
“Hahahaha!”
There was nothing that made him happier than this discovery.
He knew that the experimental field created by the ancient sage was a mirror that reflected the universe.
Since he could smell something similar to the emperor here…
Then…
What about the Emperor of the Milky Way?
So was the one sitting on the toilet the Emperor or the new Diablo?
It was too interesting! Too interesting!
But… This was the real reason.
The subspace was the projection field of all life's emotions and desires.
All existences in the subspace were reflected by all kinds of strange civilizations.
Other than the space undead who used physical means to completely cut off their own emotions and desires so that the subspace didn't have any effect on them…
All the other civilizations that once ruled the Milky Way eventually gave birth to terrifying existences.
Such as him, such as Nurgle, and such as Tzeentch.
The spirit race even gave birth to Slaanesh with their own power.
Why couldn't humans, a race that was intrinsically evil, nurture anything of their own?
It was just that…
He soon smelled other smells.
The Green Skin Gods?
Or had the original body been here?!
He was slightly stunned.
Then, he smelled a huge remnant of the smell at the bottom of Ithil.
This smell…
Madness…
Terror…
Confusion…
Not to be looked at, not to be seen!
This…
What kind of evil was this?
What kind of madness was this?
What kind of chaos was this?!
Just by sensing that residual smell, he could not help but go crazy.
“What kind… of greatness and madness is this!?”
The Diablo in the flames muttered to himself.
Although it was just a thought.
However, he also understood that such madness, chaos, and evil far surpassed him.
Because this madness and chaos had reached the level of righteousness.
It had become a rule, and it had become the truth!
In comparison, what he had done in the past was like a naughty child making trouble in an ant's nest.
It was not only ridiculous, but also childish!
“I have to contact the main body at once…” He immediately began to act. “I have to let the main body know what I have seen and heard here!”
With this thought, he felt endless fear!
The entire Ithil seemed to tremble in fear.
Vaguely, he felt that there was an incomparably huge lump of flesh, covered with countless tentacles and eyeballs, looking down from a higher dimension.
Those eyeballs were staring at him coldly.
Before he had any more time to think, he could feel that the whole of Ithil was pierced by countless things at that moment.
One by one, the deformed and crazy tentacles rolled toward him from all directions.
He was like a small fish that had fallen into the hands of a fisherman, easily swept up by the tentacles.
Boom!
All divine power and thoughts were annihilated.
In the last moment, he only heard the countless terrifying mouths of the meatball making cracking sounds.
The voice seemed to say, “Master just needs a little seasoning!”
And he finally knew what the existence that killed him was.
The Lord of Future and Time.
The monster that lived in the cracks of the universe.
The furious incarnation of the great Silver key.
And he also understood the cause of his death.
Without permission, he had peered into the truth of the universe.
Even if the Silver key did not kill him, he would die without a doubt.
It might even directly implicate his main body. Therefore, the Lord of Future and Time killed him because of his actions. If he were to succeed, it would cause unpredictable risks in the future, leading to the destruction of countless universes!
……
In the depths of the Milky Way.
At the core of the subspace.
The God atop the skull throne was appreciating the slaughter that his believer had carried out in order to please him.
Even if the unlucky believer's brains were cut off in the end.
He was still extremely happy.
“Very good!” He praised.
Slaughter…
No matter who killed whom, he was still satisfied.
Because this meant that the conflict and hatred in the Milky Way continued.
But…
He inexplicably felt that his heart was empty.
The heart that should have been excited fell into dead silence.
“One of my clones was completely annihilated!” He muttered to himself. “Who did it?”
That person could annihilate his clone, and he did it quickly.
This meant that that person was at least on the same level as him.
So, he began to search for his scattered clones.
One, two, three…
Finally, he found the source.
The clone he had sent out to search for an unknown world was destroyed in that place.
“Not bad!” He said.
Chapter end
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