Dungeon Of Pride, Laplace

Chapter 986- Meeting the Two Heroes of the past (2)

Chapter 986- Meeting the Two Heroes of the past (2)

"You tend to him. In the meantime, I'll wring every bit of information out of this demon who dared harm him" Saying that, he extended his two fingers and pointed at the demon.

"Who fired that [Níðhögg]? Answer me, demon"...

Níðhögg? Simon wanted to ask what was that; however, before he could, he saw the silver haired man draw a line in the air with his fingers.

An action so inconspicuous and ordinary, yet it was this seemingly ordinary motion that screamed of death.

Simon hurriedly activated all of his movement and augmenting skills and got out of the way. A fraction of a second later, the space where he stood previously, was torn apart. A long silver gash, clean and precise appeared and lingered in the air for a long time.

Gulp... Simon gulped as he looked at the cut. The edges of the tear glowed faintly, its sheer sharpness distorting even the surrounding air. Had he been a second slower, he'd be sliced clean in half.

"A Demon marquess managed to dodge that? Impressive" the silver haired man arched his brows "Looks like this one's got skills way above his rank. Must be some elite bloodline demon... maybe one of those Prima Demon Archduke successors?".

He then shook his head, dismissing the idea "Doesn't matter. Enemy's an enemy."

Whoosh... suddenly his aura shifted the pressure around him becoming suffocating. He wasn't holding back anymore. His fingers started glowing faintly, the silver light flickering like sparks.

"You've got three seconds to explain what happened here."

This time, Vincent moved faster. His glowing fingers sliced through the air in an arc, too quick for Simon to follow.

SLASH... Pain erupted across his chest. A clean cut ran from his shoulder to his waist, blood pouring out like a flood.

"Kugh!" Simon stumbled back, clutching the wound. His expression was distorted and his breathing distorted, but the light in his eyes never dimmed.

Simon was silent, his expression unreadable. He wasn't used to such sincerity, especially from a human, but after a brief moment, he nodded. It was surprising for him to not see Rothgard display any of the typical hatred or enmity the two races shared.

"What is going on?"

Seeing Rothgard converse with the Demon Marquess and even express gratitude, the two figures couldn't help but question.

"Simon is not our enemy. In fact, he's the one who helped us hold the demon horde back for so long."

For a moment, the two couldn't believe their ears. They even stared at Rothgard as if he had gone insane from the trauma.

"You're telling me a Demon Noble helped you?" the golden haired man inquired.

"That's right, not only did he give us the information and weakness on the platoon sent here by the demon horde, but he even acted as a decoy to buy us time. Although as you can see we were obliterated in the end, we managed to somehow complete our task of slowing the enemy down"

At the end of his sentence, Rothgard's tone carried a tone of bitterness and self mockery.

The two looked at him with deep meaning. A demon noble helping humans? It was easier to believe cows could fly. No wonder the two thought that Rothgard's memory had been tampered with.

The silver haired man looked at the golden who shook his head "I don't sense any tampering with his mind. So, you're really telling us the demon helped you?"

Rothgard nodded again, explaining everything—their plan to use the fortress on Mount Gorgor, Simon's role in their resistance, and how they ultimately fell to the devastating attack.

The more they listened, the more their expressions shifted from scepticism to grim acknowledgement. By the time Rothgard finished, both men sighed deeply.

"You've been through hell," The golden haired man said softly, placing a comforting hand on Rothgard's shoulder "It's a miracle you're alive at all."

Step... The silver haired man stepped forward, his action immeadiately warranted caution from Simon who was ready to use the finger of Ozymandias at a moment's notice. However, thanks to Rothgard's intervention, things didn't lead to a confrontation.