Chapter 272: Sacrifice (Part 2)
For NPCs, it might be a bit difficult to understand, but for players, it's common sense.
Not far away, the light of the Teleportation Array flickered, and a few lifeless Corpse Ghosts came out carrying a wooden box.
They stacked the boxes on the vacant ground near the bar, and then moved the box filled with valuable loot to the Teleportation Array, planning to send them back together later.
The loot inside those wooden boxes mostly consisted of some gold, or high-value jewels... like the Gold Ring that a Corpse Ghost in the tavern bought for 50 Joss Paper earlier.
As for those Amulets with strange and unusual functions, and the oddly-shaped crafts, they were not placed inside; instead, they were piled up in the warehouse waiting for experts from the Great Graveyard to come and pick them out.
According to Lumier, those magic experts would improve the items with recycling value after studying them, then sell them back into the hands of some "newbie players".
Ticky didn't understand, but he was greatly shocked.
In front of these demons, he felt as pure as a rookie, as though the past few years had been wasted.
But what shook him the most wasn't even this, it was that the Demon King Army actually used the Teleportation Array for transporting goods!
Looking at the wooden boxes piled on the vacant ground, Ticky couldn't help but click his tongue, sighing and saying.
"...You actually use Teleportation Array for long-distance travel, that's too extravagant."
Checking against the list in his hand, Lumier casually replied as he took stock of the goods.
"Demon Crystals in Hell are somewhat cheaper than on the surface. Although teleportation costs are still high, it's not as expensive as you imagine... It's barely acceptable."
In fact, it's not just the Demon King Army using the Teleportation Array to send troops; demons from Hell also often use this method to throw all kinds of troubles into the human world's hinterlands.
This was something he only discovered after joining the Demon King Army.
Looking at Lumier, who seemed to know a lot about the inside story, Ticky curiously asked another question.
"Have you been there?"
"No," Lumier shook his head, "but Lord Demon King told me I'll have a chance to go there."
Ticky shook his head, grabbed a wooden mug from the bar, and took a swig of the poor-quality rum.
"...You're really strange. If it were me, I would rather never have this opportunity in my life."
Lumier glanced at him and said nothing, just smiled faintly.
"Then where would you like to go?"
Ticky sighed, looking at the pitch-black night sky above, and murmured.
"I haven't decided yet. I used to want to earn a lot of money, then go back to my hometown to buy back the manor and land I sold before... Of course, that was before, now I don't dare to think that far. Apart from staying alive, I have no other thoughts."
Lumier casually asked.
"Then why did you sell your land and manor?"
"Of course it was for the Empire, for Saint Sis, and to make more money in the process..."
Halfway through his words, Ticky suddenly couldn't continue, awkwardly coughed to hide his embarrassment, "Uh... alright, I admit I was stupid, but I was young at the time, a fool, not knowing how dangerous the outside world was."
He suddenly found that he was actually no different from those "players" he laughed at behind their backs.
Those "good undead" spent their own money to expand territory for Lord Demon King, and he, wasn't he just emptied by the Emperor and Saint Sis...
Some things, once you see through the appearance to the essence, are always the same stuff, just wrapped in a different skin.
In comparison, perhaps he was even a bit more pathetic.
After all, those "players" were clearly enjoying it, but he had a belly full of grievances against Saint Sis, holding a grudge to this day.
Lumier did not ridicule him, only gave a meaningful smile, then closed the ledger in his hand, and patted him on the shoulder.
"It seems that the Empire isn't as sacred as you describe, and Hell might not be as bad as you think... Keep at it, maybe one day, your wish will be fulfilled by Lord Demon King."
"Unlike Saint Sis, that lord really responds to the deepest prayers of his followers."
...
By the next morning.
The first light of dawn crossed over the peaks of the Sun Step Mountain Range, spreading over the Holy Lake outside Assam City.
The clear lake surface remained calm, reflecting the ancient and solemn royal capital, like the unshakable foundation of the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom's millennia-long rule.
However, unlike usual, a battle report from the North broke the tranquil years in Assam City.
The message was reported layer by layer, quickly reaching the palace of the Holy King and eventually turning into an angry roar echoing in the spacious hall.
"...Fools! Useless! A bunch of worthless things! How could they not even manage such a small thing!"
On the Golden Throne, the face of Holy King Iz was full of anger, entirely devoid of the composed demeanor he had the previous day.
Thirty thousand Armored Dragon Soldiers were completely annihilated!
Since he ascended the Golden Throne, the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom had never suffered such a severe loss!
Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth, wishing he could bite them to pieces and swallow them down.
"A mere group of outsiders could actually defeat my thirty thousand Armored Dragon Soldiers... If that idiot Kuchal dares to return, I'll personally gouge out his eyes and heart!"
Listening to the vicious curse, the noble elders of the Elder Council all knelt on the ground, not daring to breathe heavily.