THE VILLAIN'S POV Chapter 768 The Invasion of Helmond
Previously on THE VILLAIN'S POV...
"Let's advance."
The forms of the three demons ignited with energy as they charged ahead, delving further into the vast land.
Even though a multitude of beings had rushed in simultaneously...
Crimson and his companions met with emptiness.
Regardless of how deep they pressed on, no obstacles blocked their path.
It felt like the territory before them stretched without bounds.
As if it was—
"A labyrinth... or perhaps a deception."
Crimson came to an abrupt stop after pushing forward for what seemed like ages with no progress.
No matter their velocity, the landscape in front stayed the same.
"What's the issue?"
Marvas inquired, pivoting to face Crimson following his sudden halt.
Crimson offered no reply.
Instead, he unsheathed his blade and slammed it fiercely into the earth.
Suddenly...
A thunderous force erupted, compelling both Marvas and Agares to drop to their knees.
"This... this is the aura of the King!"
Agares cried out, fighting to withstand the immense weight Crimson had released.
Crimson wielded an aura and presence matching that of the Demon King—
merely being near him proved an excruciating trial.
Crimson poured out his strength without restraint, enveloping a wide expanse surrounding them.
The force grew fiercer, cracking the soil underfoot.
"Exactly as I thought," Crimson stated evenly,
"something unnatural is occurring here."
He kept demolishing the surroundings.
"This territory isn't the real continent.
It's just a hexed labyrinth—crafted to bar us from uncovering the secrets this location conceals."
To bar them from approaching...
or to distract them endlessly.
The apparently boundless landscape hid its true nature.
In reality, it formed a confined zone...
yet whenever anyone approached its boundary, they found themselves hurled back to the start.
Worse still, the landscape shifted constantly, rendering the pattern almost undetectable.
No one could grasp that they were being looped repeatedly...
since the view never repeated itself.
But Crimson pierced the veil right away.
Then he unleashed his complete might, obliterating the labyrinth completely.
The deception crumbled.
And finally...
They stepped into the authentic continent.
...
This round, the trio discovered themselves amid a far more intricate setup.
They stood on a basic set of steps.
All appeared mundane...
Save for the detail that they balanced inverted.
Boundless flights of stairs and ledges sprawled around, twisting infinitely...
reaching out into the horizon in wild, baffling designs.
Each stride on the steps altered one's orientation.
At times, they hung upside down.
At others, they traversed vertical surfaces.
Occasionally, the world righted itself.
"Damn... yet another trap,"
Marvas swore.
Crimson's face grew even stormier.
"Something's off."
At his words, Marvas and Agares both whipped around to him.
"What are you saying?" Agares questioned.
Crimson held quiet briefly, stretching his awareness across a massive radius.
"This area seems... deliberately constructed," he murmured deliberately.
"Like it's deliberately blocking our way—aiming to ensnare us."
He faced the infinite, knotted staircases.
"But that's not my primary worry."
The First Seat tightened his grip, his features turning severe.
"From the start, this was meant to be where the Great Ones converged."
He hesitated.
"However, ever since our arrival..."
"I've detected none of them."
Crimson declared icily while striding onward at a measured gait, his weapon gripped tightly.
"The Great Ones can't evade my detection," he added bluntly.
"Just one or two might hide from me... but I couldn't locate even a single one."
Upon hearing this, Marvas and Agares' faces changed too.
Crimson's instincts struck fear.
For right as they pierced the enigmatic continent...
The realm teetered on the edge of an event without parallel.
An occurrence absent from all chronicles.
Something unforeseen... and utterly unprepared for.
...
...
It commenced as the Demon King Agaroth lingered on his seat atop the Tower of the End in Helmond.
The Demon World remained unchanged.
A desolate, lifeless orb...
swarming with hordes of those vile entities.
The demons had divided into twin groups:
one venturing to the enigmatic continent,
the other clashing with the Shadow Sect on Earth.
Consequently, scarce mighty figures lingered in Helmond.
Yet the Demon King himself stayed.
And due to his presence...
nobody foresaw the impending chaos.
On that fateful day...
The Demon King stood from his throne.
He approached the brink of the soaring Tower of the End with deliberate steps.
Agaroth stared at the remote skyline.
Then, gradually...
A horrifying grin twisted his lips,
as his gaze blazed with a fearsome light.
"I have to confess..." he murmured softly,
"I didn't anticipate this."
The Demon King chuckled, his hand balling as an uncommon thrill raced within him.
From a distance, Helmond's elite started to sense it...
one by one.
From the tower's depths, the Seventh Seat, Izalith, burst forth,
her countenance etched with dread.
Helmond's scarlet firmament quaked...
And abruptly...
The initial eerie surge arrived.
It raced through the heavens as a hidden power,
engulfing the whole domain.
A surge laced with an ominous clamor—
resembling the trumpets of a nightmarish conflict.
Gradually...
Every demon caught the echoes.
Tones alien to this realm.
The Demon King Agaroth spotted them first.
Perched at the peak,
he discerned them sharply.
Peculiar forms...
vast, otherworldly entities that surfaced in the most exceptional moments.
But now, they materialized from the void en masse.
Some loomed so gigantic they obscured the heavens.
Others held basic shapes, faintly akin to demons.
Yet all united in...
Their presence.
And their devastating, supreme might.
Unlike the grinning Agaroth...
Izalith knew only horror.
"We're... under assault," she breathed.
Before that colossal vision...
those entities that dwarfed the blood-red skies...
All grasped the truth at last.
For the initial instance in its annals—
Helmond faced conquest.
Conquered...
By the Great Ones.