webnovelfull Chapter 509 Declaration of Godslaying!
Chapter 509 Declaration of Godslaying!
"One last thing."
Gray's gaze swept over the ten shadow servants.
"I haven't talked to you about this topic before, not because I don't trust you, nor because I'm trying to be strong and insist on solving these problems myself."
After all, this matter concerns all races; no one can remain uninvolved.
The cyclical nature of human-demon history has affected not only the two races directly impacted, but also other races to varying degrees.
Other races, such as demi-humans, orcs, and elves, although they do not have deep-rooted hatred with other races or a recurring history, still have the existence of demon kings from the demon race or heroes from the human race, so other races can never hold their heads high.
However, compared to the human and demon races, other races are indeed much less affected by the mechanisms set up by the Goddess of Holy Light. In fact, the biggest problem for other races should be the harassment by the demon cult.
However, the Demon Order has now been almost completely wiped out by Gray.
Finally, Gray recounted all the messages and arrangements left behind by the "sage".
The Ten Shadow Attendants were informed of the "silence" mechanism of the main plane, the shielding effect of the secret realm, the real existence of the [Celestial Realm], their own forced entry into the [Celestial Realm], Bai Lin's forced stay in the [Celestial Realm], the problems of the human and demon races, all of which were the work of the Goddess of Holy Light, and her next plans.
There was no need to worry about how the Ten Shadow Attendants would react after hearing this. All Gray knew was that the Ten Shadow Attendants in front of him were the people he trusted most in this other world, and were his closest family members in the truest sense.
(Although the wife's proportion is slightly higher in this family)
Compared to not knowing their identities as Demon King and Shadow Demon, the Brant family, nominally their family in the Azure Peak Territory, were much closer.
The Ten Shadow Attendants have long been partners that Gray can trust unconditionally... or perhaps it would be more appropriate to call them subordinates.
There's no way around it; this is the modus operandi of the Shadow Court.
Having explained the "silence" mechanism and the special nature of this secret realm, the Ten Shadow Attendants should now understand why Gray has only now begun to tell them these things.
However, judging from the reactions of the ten shadow servants, they were more concerned about something else.
As Gray finished speaking, the hall fell into a deathly silence, but this silence was not one of complete obedience, but rather the extreme tension before a storm.
The next second, as if a fuse had been lit, a raging inferno erupted from the loyal servants, almost transforming into a tangible shockwave!
"Om-!"
Alpha was the first to be affected. This usually calm and composed leader suddenly unleashed a suffocating dark aura. The ghostly purple soul fire beneath her mask instantly blazed like a star. Her clenched fists trembled slightly with extreme anger, and her knuckles made a faint sound of strain.
That wasn't directed at Grey, but at that high and mighty being who forced His Majesty to bear such a cruel mission!
"How dare you... force Lord Shadow to take this perilous path!" Alpha's voice, coming through the mask, carried an unprecedented chilling killing intent, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth.
Beta, the stunningly beautiful elven girl beside her, suddenly froze in her emerald-green eyes, her natural and harmonious aura replaced by a sharp, icy chill. Her slender fingers tightened abruptly, as if she had seized the throat of an unseen enemy.
Delta, a blonde vampire queen, her crimson pupils blazing with bloodlust, her delicate lips parted in a wide grin, revealing sharp fangs. An almost cruel rage twisted and boiled the shadows around her. "Stealing the future...manipulating fate...unforgivable!" she hissed, her voice filled with dark, bloodthirsty desire.
Ipsilon, the blue-haired mage, suddenly became violent as the magic around her flowed smoothly. Her azure hair moved without wind, and countless tiny ice crystals and restless arcane sparks condensed in the air. Her usual calmness was replaced by an almost destructive academic rage, as if she wanted to drag the entire pantheon into a laboratory for dissection.
Even Eota, who is usually focused on her research and known for her composure, suddenly raised her head. Her red hair seemed to burn with anger. She pushed up her non-existent glasses (if they were), and her eyes flashed not with curiosity, but with extreme indignation at "how dare they impose such an unstable and dangerous variable on Gray."
Kappa, the pink-haired succubus, had completely lost her usual provocative smile, replaced by a deep, almost venomous, cold rage. Her heart-shaped tail no longer swayed, but hovered stiffly like a scorpion, suppressing her instinctive restlessness and directing all her anger toward that one single target.
Sita, the taciturn demon girl, though her face remained expressionless, had a rare, cold flame igniting in her pale purple eyes. The demonic aura emanating from her body became extremely oppressive. She tilted her head slightly, staring at the bracelet on Gray's wrist, as if contemplating how to completely destroy the source of that heaviness.
Aita bristled, her orange tail bulging, fangs bared, and a threatening growl emanated from her throat: "Meow!! Unforgivable!!"
Only Zeta, the black-haired dog-like demi-human, tilted his head in confusion at the overwhelming anger of his companions, but was quickly infected by the collective emotion. Although he didn't understand what exactly they were angry about, he immediately bared his teeth and his tail wagged excitedly at high speed, looking eager to say, "Who angered Lady Shadow? Tell me! I'll go bite her to death!"
This collective rage, which Gray hadn't anticipated and which nearly lifted the dome of the palace, wasn't directed at him, but rather at the very beings who had established the cruel rules, cut off their path, and forced their Majesty onto this narrow bridge—the gods and their so-called divine will. Their loyalty, at this moment, transformed into a raging inferno.
Faced with the sudden, overwhelming rage erupting from below the stage, which seemed to tear the ancient palace apart, Gray was slightly taken aback.
It wasn't a matter of dissatisfaction or questioning directed at him, but rather a fierce, almost protective rage ignited purely by the heavy fate he bore and the uncertain, cruel future ahead. Every waiter, in their most instinctive way, expressed their indignation and intolerance towards everything he had taken on.
An indescribable warmth, so incongruous with his identity as a demon lord, quietly swept across Gray's icy heart. The feeling was unfamiliar, yet not unpleasant. He had long been a solitary figure, accustomed to shouldering all responsibilities, scheming, plotting, and moving forward… but he had almost forgotten what it felt like to be so unconditionally and passionately embraced.
Their anger stemmed from caring. They cared about him, about what he carried, and about the hopeless future that had been forcibly imposed upon him.
This anger, like a campfire suddenly lit in the cold, despairing night, may not be enough to illuminate the entire darkness, but it is enough to bring a heart-stirring warmth and...power.
Grey slowly rose from his throne.
His simple gesture instantly drew the attention of all the waiters. The raging anger seemed to be restrained by an invisible force; it still burned, but no longer spread wildly. Instead, it quietly and with extreme focus converged on him alone.
Gray's gaze slowly swept over each face tinged with anger, each a different color. He saw Alpha's burning soul fire, Beta's frozen green eyes, Delta's bloodthirsty fangs, Ipsilon's raging magic, Eiota's burning indignation, Kappa's melancholy poison, Theta's icy flames, Aita's ruffled growl, and Zeta's simple yet unwavering grin.
For the first time ever, a very rare smile appeared on his lips, a faint curve that held an undeniable sharpness and determination.
Then he spoke. His voice was no longer the calm, even tone it had been; it was now infused with a mixture of anger and warmth, transforming into a deep yet soul-stirring declaration that resonated clearly in every corner:
“I feel your anger.”
"very good."
"Then let this anger be firmly imprinted on your soul."
He raised his hand and pointed to the sky, which seemed not to exist, yet was omnipresent.
"When we ascend to the heavens—"
Gray's voice suddenly rose, carrying a resolute, cold, and absolute tone, like the clarion call of final judgment:
"—I will surely use this sword,"
"Slay that so-called god,"
"With her divine blood and her lament,"
"To quell this age-old grudge,"
"To vent your anger today!"
"This oath,"
"Gods and demons bear witness!"
The oath, once uttered, resounded like thunder throughout the main hall, carrying an unquestionable resolve and domineering hope.
That was no longer a lone traveler burdened with a heavy mission, but one carrying the most fervent anger and loyalty of the entire tribe, launching a final rebellion against the gods—
Demon King!