118 065. New Fate -1 Part Two

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On a night with only a lone moon to illuminate away the darkness.

A group of people were traversing the barren landscape on the backs of camels.

“Dammit, it’s still so far away.”

“Is that it? The Black Order’s headquarters?”

These travellers currently stuck inside the harsh winds of sand were Necromancers covering their faces with balaclavas. When they shifted their gazes, they could see a huge temple in the far-off distance.

These men were spies sent by Aslan’s leadership.

In order to invade the Theocratic Empire, Aslan employed a Lich named Nasus. The initial plan was to trap Oscal Baldur by stringing along the Imperial Prince and taking him hostage.

The repeated cycle of fighting and tasting defeat was gradually forcing Aslan down the path of destruction. The kingdom, as it currently stood, had no way of repelling the Theocratic Empire.

So many cities were already laying in smouldering ruins by now.

Even King Rahamma had realised the severity of the situation. He sent several communiques to Nasus through the communication sphere, but all he got in return was silence.

And so, left with no other choice, he dispatched a group of spies like this. As the Black Order’s headquarters was located in a barren wasteland literally in the middle of nowhere, the spies rushing over in great haste still had to spend almost one month just to reach here.

‘Even if the Black Order was secretly set up, this is just too irresponsible.’

More than anything else, things must’ve spiralled out of control like this because an undead Lich was left in charge.

“Hang on, Oscal Baldur can’t still be alive, now can he?”

“…If that’s true, then we’ll all be dead meat.”

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The Necromancers swallowed their dry saliva and pulled on the reins of their camels.

“…We seem to be already too late in that regard.”

Tina’s complexion paled in an instant. She hurriedly opened the door and left her room. Her ears immediately caught the sound of footsteps, and she quickly hid behind a boulder nearby.

Not too long after that, Necromancers wielding lit torches entered her view. They were scanning the ruined interior of the temple.

“This is intense. Just how much were they rampaging around…?”

“Isn’t that… holy water? There’s a lake of holy water here?”

They continued looking around their vicinity, moving the torches this way and that as if to investigate even further.

Flinch!

They discovered a few slaves hurdling away here and there and began smacking their lips. There were no signs of other Necromancers in the surroundings, and seeing how all these slaves were running free, it could only mean that Nasus had failed to kill Oscal Baldur.

“If all goes well, we might even earn ourselves a Dark Elf permeating with divinity as a lab rat.”

Creepy grins broke out on the faces of the Necromancers.

Tina’s face paled even further, but just as she began stumbling back, a low growl-like voice came from behind her.

“Man, you guys are so bloody noisy.”

She flinched in surprise and turned her head.

The voice came from the boy sitting on the throne. Within the eye holes of the mountain goat’s skull loosely fitting his head, the irises of the boy’s previously-sleeping eyes could be seen shooting a cold glare at the Necromancers.

“And who is this Lord Angel or whatever?”

His low growl-like voice reverberated throughout the temple.

The slaves hearing his voice began emerging from the darkness one by one.

Damon, who was watching and waiting for a chance to sneak attack, also gasped out in surprise and opened his eyes much wider.

The boy slumbering away on the throne…

Allen Olfolse, the Seventh Imperial Prince of the Theocratic Empire…

…After three months of long slumber, he had finally opened his eyes.

Fin.