Abyssal Chronicles

Chapter 635 - 636 Unusual (Fixed)

Holy Tower,

Inheriting the strongest military power after the division of the Law Tower.

Unlike the Red Moon Tower, which respects contracts, and the Ghost Tower, fanatical about eternity, the Holy Tower values pride and justice. To uphold the justice they believe in, its members are even willing to sacrifice their lives. In the eyes of the Holy Tower mages, humans are undoubtedly the force of righteousness, while the Abyssal Demon represents evil. Thus, for centuries, the Holy Tower has always been at odds with the Abyssal Demon.

In every campaign against the Abyssal Demon, the Holy Tower sends its strongest to participate.

Due to the frequent loss of their strong mages to the Abyssal Demon, their hatred for the Abyssal Demon only grows. Like in previous Holy Wars, upon receiving the call from the Church, Holy Tower was one of the first powers to respond.

Although the three Supreme Ones of the Holy Tower have only just arrived in Anvika, days ago, the elite mage troops and a vast amount of magical supplies from Holy Tower had already reached the city.

The quantity of magical supplies was so immense that even Amon, the second prince of the Empire, was astounded, admiring Holy Tower’s wealth and resources.

The Holy Tower is undoubtedly one of the main forces in this Holy War.

However,

Such a reliable ally also brings a concern for Amon.

That is whether they can control themselves.

Perhaps because their first Tower Master was brutally killed by Sword Demon, almost every Holy Tower mage despises Abyssal Demon, eager to eradicate them. This is beneficial, but Amon also worries that the mages, due to their impulsiveness, might prematurely expose the Holy War plan.

Hearing Hakim’s words, Amon’s worries only grew.

With a wry smile, Amon quickly interjected to caution him:

"Don’t be hasty, Lord Hakim. The powerful from various forces haven’t all arrived yet. It’s not time to act, please wait a little longer…"

"I understand."

Hakim threw a disdainful glance at Amon:

"Although sharing a city with the Abyssal Demon displeases me, I am not foolish enough to act first, Prince Amon. You’re overthinking."

"My apologies, Lord Hakim."

"I just wanted to see if there was a chance to observe that sinner. I am quite interested in the girl who supposedly transformed from the legendary Demon Temple. If possible, I would like to make contact."

"Then I hope, Lord Hakim can restrain your curiosity. Now is not the time for rash contact."

Despite being almost overwhelmed by the fearsome aura of the level 8 peak figure, Amon, as a prince, still spoke firmly and persuasively.

Even sternly adding:

"The Demon Temple’s venture out of Winter Forest into our encirclement is a rare opportunity. Before the Holy War begins, we cannot allow any mistakes. This is the belief of both Archbishop Kael Korod and our founding ancestor. If Lord Hakim, approach that girl on your own and attract her attention, it could potentially jeopardize our entire plan. So, I implore you to restrain yourself."

"..."

Upon hearing these words, Hakim’s brows slightly furrowed.

Amon’s slightly warning tone undoubtedly made him feel a bit displeased. How dare such a weakling speak to him like this?

However,

Annoyance aside,

Considering the royal ancestor behind him, Hakim merely snorted coldly.

"I have my own judgment, no need for the prince to worry."

...

Meanwhile, as Hakim and Amon were conversing, another supreme being from the Holy Tower, after observing the nearby arrangements, teleported next to Amon and draped an arm around his shoulder, striking a contrast with Hakim’s demeanor.

"Hey, Amon, got a question for you~"

This youth, with black hair and dark green highlights, spoke in a frivolous tone.

Startled by someone teleporting beside him, Amon shuddered a bit.

However,

As one of the main pillars of the royal family, Amon quickly regained his composure and respectfully turned to the familiar supreme being from the Holy Tower. Recognizing the signature mischievous emerald eyes, he identified the person.

One of the four great supremes of the Holy Tower, the Star of Tempest - Nolan.

A person who seems amiable on the surface but is ruthlessly dangerous behind the scenes.

Nevertheless, since the other was cordial, Amon responded with a smile:

"Please, go ahead, Lord Nolan."

"About the distribution after destroying the Demon Temple we talked about earlier, how has Red Leaf Royal Family considered it?"

Hearing this, Amon first paused, then replied with a very official smile:

"Lord Nolan. This holy war is for all humanity and other intelligent species on the Continent. We shouldn’t be discussing such mundane topics, should we?"

"What’s wrong with being mundane?"

Nolan replied nonchalantly with a slight smile:

"It’s human nature, after all. Besides, motivation comes from interest, doesn’t it?"

"Yes, you are right."

"So, what does your royal family say?"

"If we truly manage to destroy Demon Temple in this holy war and subsequently drive out the Abyssal Demons, then our Red Leaf Empire is only interested in the rich mineral and energy resources in the northern winter forests. As for the corpse of Yu-Black Rose, we have no interest in competing with you. We are not interested in researching Abyssal Demon corpses. As for what others think, I don’t know."

"Hehe, that’s enough."

Nolan smiled contentedly, seemingly very satisfied with Amon’s response.

"Those capable of competing with us for that corpse aren’t many. If neither you nor the Ashmos Church are interested, others won’t stand a chance against us. But thinking about it, you probably aren’t interested in such research."

"You are right."

Amon nodded in agreement, echoing the sentiment.

"Yu - Black Rose indeed is a unique research subject, but we lack the technology to properly study it. However, for the future sakes of the Holy Tower’s members to obtain their long-desired research materials, we hope you’ll cooperate well with our plans."

"Hahahaha! Of course~"

Nolan laughed unrestrainedly.

Watching the Supreme of the Holy Tower laugh, Amon gestured for the welcoming party to come forward:

"Then, I invite the supremes to join me at the Purple Gold Embassy. I have prepared a banquet to welcome and refresh you."

Amon extended the invitation cordially.

To this,

Nolan, hands in pockets, nodded in satisfaction:

"Alright, then we are in your hands, Lord Amon."

"It is my duty. General Bei will lead you there."

...

...

After a bit more of polite conversation, the three supremes of the Holy Tower finally boarded the lavish carriage prepared earlier and headed to the embassy in the inner city district. With the departure of the three level 8 Divine Magician, the overwhelming soul oppression that had been clouding the skies and earth began to dissipate.

The anxious soldiers suddenly felt their legs give way, inadvertently kneeling on the ground, gasping for breath.

"Ah, it’s finally over..."

Eldric collapsed back into his chair, relieved, and looked in the direction where the supremes of the Holy Tower had departed, still with a lingering sense of dread.

Once he steadied his mind, Eldric glanced somewhat guiltily at Amon, who remained expressionless:

"Brother, you are too bold. How dare you speak to them like that? Weren’t you afraid he’d freeze you into an ice sculpture on the spot?"

"No, the people of the Holy Tower, although overly proud and with a strong sense of self-esteem, are not fools. They wouldn’t kill a prince over such a trivial matter and make an enemy of our Great Ancestor."

"Ah, right. But speaking of which, aren’t there four supremes of the Holy Tower? Why did only three come?"

"The other one is guarding the northern border," Amon explained calmly. "When we launch the holy war, there might be an uprising of Abyssal Demons in the North. We need to station enough troops and powerful forces there. The Star of Tremor of the Holy Tower - Nan, is guarding the northern border."

"Oh, I see."

"Having three level 8 experts is already a terrifying force. These three mages, along with our Red Leaf, Asumos Church, and the other top forces that arrived earlier, make the scale of top-tier combatants surpass the holy war four hundred years ago. More powerful forces will continue to arrive. The scale of this alliance is unprecedented. The development and peace of these hundreds of years have indeed made humanity’s combat power incomparable to the past."

"Yes, but the question is... Brother, do you think this holy war will be successful?"

"I don’t know."

Though Amon always assured victory confidently in front of his subordinates and representatives of external forces, he did not hide his uncertainty in front of his own brother and shook his head honestly.

"Really, it’s hard to say."

"But we have to try, no matter what."

"Yes, we can’t miss this opportunity."

"But..."

Seemingly recalling something, Eldric looked at his brother with some confusion:

"Speaking of which, brother, why are you still here? Aren’t you supposed to be at the banquet, continuing pleasantries with those Holy Tower mages?"

"I should be, but before that, I have something I need to find out from you."

"Hm?"

Seeing his brother’s tone suddenly become serious and his expression stern, Eldric swallowed nervously and asked:

"What, what do you need to find out?"

"You’ve been stationed at the northern city gate recently, right? Have you seen the Beast King, , leave from here?"

"No, no, there’s no record of him leaving the city... Brother, why are you suddenly asking this? What happened to the Beast King, that burly fellow?"

"He’s missing."

"Missing?"

"Yes."

Amon nodded somewhat solemnly, his gaze drifting thoughtfully towards the city:

"Actually, it’s not just the Beast King. The great swordsman of the Visterli Kingdom, Tamburlaine Gis, the leader of the Magic Wolf Mercenary Corps, Poppirov, and the legendary ranger, Bruselo, who just arrived in Anvika yesterday... they’ve all, mysteriously disappeared..."

"Waht?!?!!"