The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

If the Great Barrier were to fail, the passage between the Gana Continent and the Vast Ocean would open, which would inevitably drag the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom into the conflicts of the "Ancient Continent"... Just like a millennium ago!

This catastrophe wouldn't just disrupt the current order of the Gana Continent; it might even destabilize the foundation of the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom!

However——

They could also consider it from another perspective.

The struggle between Saint Sis and the Netherworld God has persisted for a millennium. If neither side claims victory yet, the "Ancient Continent" must be in ruins by now.

In contrast, the Gana Continent flourishes, with abundant resources, strong soldiers, and thriving national power... If the Great Barrier is lifted, it's uncertain who will bully whom!

The Elder Council of the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom is already too crowded.

The Nobles on this land are as numerous as the scales on the Dragon God. If they can lift the shackles placed upon them by the Dragon God a millennium ago, they can allocate those idle young ones to explore distant lands.

This wouldn't be a bad thing!

The Nobles of the Elder Council cautiously probe each other, exchanging glances in the grand hall.

The Holy King pondered for a while, about to speak when a sudden rush of footsteps came from outside the hall door.

"Report—! Trakel requests an audience!"

A sharp and hurried noise, along with the rush of footsteps, abruptly entered the hall.

The Holy King and Nobles all turned to the main door that was abruptly pushed open, seeing a blood-drenched figure stumbling in and kneeling with a thud.

"Greetings, Your Majesty!"

Seeing Trakel kneeling inside the hall, High Priest Zel Tua, standing respectfully at the side, slightly narrowed his pupils.

The well-built Lizardman Warrior bore evident battle wounds!

His armor was damaged, chest covered in scorched marks, and the Obsidian Spear he carried was broken in two, with crimson blood dripping onto the granite tiles.

Zel remembered this young, brave lad. Not only is he a blessed warrior and hunter of the Dragon God but also the captain of the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom's Hunting Team!

If remember correctly, he is responsible for patrolling the coastal area of the Northern Coast!

Zel's heart sank slightly.

The thing he feared the most indeed happened!

Looking at the wounded Trakel, Iz, seated on the Golden Throne, also with a fierce gaze, urgently spoke.

"Trakel! What exactly happened? Who injured you like this?"

Trakel lowered his head and said hoarsely.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, we followed the temple's commands to hunt along the Northern Coast, only to find footprints that don't belong here in the forest. To protect the land bestowed by Dragon God, I led my men to follow the trail and eventually discovered their outpost on the beach…"

Trakel reported his encounters in the forest and on the beach to Iz, seated on the Golden Throne.

Including the order to attack, the retaliations of the undead wielding fire-spouting magic wands, and the iron box appearing on the beach at last.

The Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom does have iron implements, though not used extensively.

When mentioning the death of his deputy, Saku, Trakel's voice carried both suppressed fury and a hint of fear.

"Saku died at the hands of a figure with a human appearance, cat's ears, and the speed akin to a leopard. But what truly makes me wary isn't that figure but something… I do not know how to describe this creature!"

"It had no legs, nor wheels, yet it moved through the muddy ground with every step echoing like a landslide! It had no arms, yet it easily overturned the land and leveled the forest—"

"Enough!" His voice was interrupted abruptly by a coarse voice.

A burly Lizardman Warrior stepped forward heavily, gazing dismissively at him, speaking in a tone full of contempt.

"A creature without legs or wheels that moves through muddy land; just listen to what nonsense you're saying! Such a thing could exist? Trakel, extolling the enemy's strength won't wash away your failure's shame! This is the Holy King's palace, not a place for you to make wild claims!"

"That's enough, Kuchal!" Holy King Iz suddenly rebuked but didn't interrupt the bulky Lizardman's speech, opting to challenge him after he finished.

No legs or wheels, yet able to traverse muddy lands; it indeed sounded utterly bizarre.

He sought the wisdom of the High Priest.

But when he looked at the High Priest, the revered sage remained silent, seemingly lost in thought.

"What I spoke today is absolutely true," facing Kuchal's glare and Holy King's skepticism, Trakel spoke calmly, "I swear by the Dragon God, I'll be responsible for every word I've said today."

Kuchal squinted his vertical pupil, scrutinizing the person before him.

Silence pervaded the hall.

The Nobles resumed their discussions, many of their faces turned grim.

At this moment, the previously silent High Priest suddenly raised his head, his murky eyes looking at the kneeled Trakel.

"Were they Chaos?"

Upon hearing these words, the Nobles gasped collectively, while Trakel seemed momentarily stunned, hesitating before slowly nodding.