The Max Level Hero Has Returned!

Chapter 422

Nyx seemed at a loss for words at Davey’s question. "How can a human…?"

"The demons follow the Dark Lord. Although his command isn\'t absolute, it carries significant influence," Davey explained, to which Nyx fell silent.

"If the Dark Lord is not in his right mind, then who would stop him? It\'s the demons, above all else, who should stop him.”

"Dark Lord usurpation," Nyx finally seemed to understand the situation.

"But that is a privilege bestowed upon the demons! Unless the Dark Lord has gone mad, he would never agree to such a conflict!"

His outcry bore his firm belief in the demons.

With a sly smile, Davey touched the structures, the black pillar created from the 1st Grade Binding Arts, and the cross imbued with divine power, pulling Nyx toward the ground.

Despite his desperate struggle to escape as he was drawn into the manyfold combined sealing formation, it was futile resistance. Nyx was just incredibly unlucky, nothing more.

"Did you ever consider that there might be other demons who did not agree with your methods?" Davey asked coldly as he pressed down on Nyx’s skull slowly being drawn into the ground. "Times have changed, and there are demons who do not want war."

"It\'s sophistry, human! The demons must never forget! The tragedy of being defeated by humans and banished to that dreadful place in the past!"

"The war started with you, bastard."

At Davey’s words, a flash of realization sparkled in Nyx’s eyes.

"Did you think I wouldn\'t know? Want me to spell out how disgusting it is that you caused all these atrocities?"

"No... No! We demons..."

"And yet," Davey cut Nyx off, continuing to press his skull into the ground. "From the standpoint of loyal subjects truly following their king, you are just a usurper manipulating the king at will."

“…”

"Your former king, Perserque, ascended to the throne dreaming of harmony, but both sides were dragged into war because of you. If you had any conscience, you should have stopped it from happening twice. If you understand, think it over. You should be grateful that there\'s not a single hair left on that skull."

Here\'s the corrected version with proper grammar:

Had there been any hair present, Davey would have made him experience the disappearance of those precious roots and the eternal struggle of balding.

At Davey’s final words, he was dragged into the ground, speechless. Considering the state of this continent, Nyx probably would never be awakened from the seal. That might change if the magic faded after a long time, but that was another story.

The First Lich, Nyx, had the power to sever dimensions when his physical body was destroyed, to free his soul, and to transfer it to another host. To kill him, a Surtr-made arrow was required, but that was not the only option. Self-annihilation might be a choice he would consider, given the torment he had undergone through his interaction with Davey.

As Davey silently watched Nyx’s annihilation, he then turned to the Black Dragons awaiting his command. "Kill all the demons, demonic beasts, and infected monsters. However, don\'t chase those who flee."

As soon as Davey’s words fell, dozens of mutated dragon hatchlings took flight. The Black Dragons began to rise. The brutal and powerful ones started to destroy anything in their path. Following his orders, they attacked all beings excluding humans. A great massacre had begun.

The demons that served Nyx were mostly common soldiers, making up the majority of the demons. The main force had always been the Grimghast (Black Dragon Squad), and Nyx’s temporary venture here was simply due to an odd suspicion.

Walking silently amidst the screams, Davey looked down at the two women who were sitting on the ground, gasping for breath, looking at Davey as if he was death itself. Unlike the village chief who had lost consciousness due to the beating, Aeonitia was holding back tears, and Euris, who endured the beatings, was still conscious.

Pulling out a blanket from the pocket plane, Davey wrapped Aeonitia and said quietly, "Hang in there."

As a faint light seeped into her body, her wounds began to heal rapidly. It was too cruel a punishment for a woman who had just given birth.

As soon as Davey cut the ropes binding Aeonitia\'s arms, she clung to him desperately. "My children! They are still held captive!"

Davey nodded at her desperate cries. "Wait here."

"Please... Please..."

In the face of her desperate pleas, he knew she had no one else to ask for help, regardless of who he was or what his identity was.

After freeing Euris\' hands from the rope that had bound her, Davey quickly cast a high-level healing magic on the village chief and her. Then he turned his head. Instantly, his senses heightened, and he began to perceive the entire vast outpost in his vision. Davey was able to locate two newborns, seemingly lifeless, trapped inside a small test tube.

[This is an order. Bring the children to me.]

No sooner had his will been conveyed to the Black Dragons than a massive explosion sounded from one side. The Black Dragon Troop, flying around and wreaking havoc on the outpost with their breath and rough claws, displayed an almost ghostly power.

Whooosh!!! Roaaaar!!

The Black Dragons, carrying large test tubes in their mouths, returned. Davey took the tubes from them, shattered the freezing magic on the test tubes, and extracted the two infants. They were alive but greatly weakened. Although he could revive them fully with his divine power, the coagulated blood would remain hardened for their lifetime.

After contemplating for a while, Davey sighed briefly and immediately placed his hand on the children\'s stomach, pulling up his mana or, rather, refined internal energy.

"You\'ve got a chance," he declared.

[Systemic Acupressure Forced Circulation]

Almost instantly, the internal energy coursing through the lower body started to penetrate the middle body. Then, without hesitation, he pushed it further into the upper body, where even a slight mishandling could result in paralysis or instantaneous death. Once they could stand and walk on their own, they would likely become exceptionally talented children. This was a technique that could only be used on newborns who had met certain conditions and could only be performed by Davey in his current state.

Whether it was magic, swordsmanship, or any other skill, if they put in the effort, they would be hailed as geniuses in no time. It was almost like a guaranteed talent voucher. If this fact became known on the continent, it would certainly make for an interesting situation.

Eventually, as their inner energy started to move quickly toward their upper body, the two children vomited blood. Without delay, Davey carried out first aid to ensure the flowing blood did not block their airways and approached Aeonitia.

"Oh, my children, my children..."

Aeonitia, sobbing and hugging her children, was uncaring of her own exhausted body and the significant pain it was in from the ordeal. It was motherhood. It was incredibly baffling how this small child could become a mother so devoted to her own children.

With a thunderous roar, the cacophony gradually began to subside. At last, things started to settle down. Looking up at the many Black Dragons soaring in the sky, Davey glanced briefly at a fallen demon lying dead. War was not a good thing, especially if it resulted from a dispute over power.

"How much longer do we have?" Davey asked.

[If you are asking about how much remains, it\'s quite abstract. Just know that we\'re near the limit. It\'s impossible to dismantle any more superior demons. You\'ll be okay because you have that unknown dark power, but the girl with you will be bound here and slowly fade away.]

‘Having been forgotten by everyone around her, she had lost her memory, and only now had it resolved, but now everyone around her forgets her?’ Davey had no such intention.

"Seems like we need to explore some intriguing possibilities," Davey commented, lightly pulling out a strand of hair.

‘Oh, the pity of my hair…’

He threw the hair into the air, and with a whoosh, a minor force emanated from his body, creating a being identical to him. It was one of his illusions, a clone technique. Though the power contained within this clone was incredibly insignificant, it did not matter as it was not created to kill an opponent.

Silently staring at the clone, Davey lightly linked minds with the figure and moved his hand. His punch and the clone\'s punch collided cleanly as if they were synchronized. "Bro, work hard," they both said. Davey\'s strength did not only lie in brute force; he was also a master at making use of the situation with quick wit. Watching the clone, who responded with the same voice and tone, Davey seemed satisfied. Ignoring the ridiculous glances from the people around him, he sent his clone off on one of the Black Dragons.

"Go to the demon\'s home base. From there, proceed to where Dark Lord Perserque is."

If Nyx\'s power had been cut off, then there was a high likelihood that Perserque had regained her free will. War was not good. If he could not stop the war himself, he could just force the war to stop. He would use the power of the inhabitants of this world, not his own.

* * *

"Huh?!" The sudden change made the silver-haired girl lying on the bed open her eyes wide.

"Huff...Huff..." Perserque struggled painfully to breathe, slowly touching her horns and wiping off the sweat beading on her forehead. "The restraint... it\'s gone..."

The First Lich, Nyx, was a radical among the radicals, dreaming of a world by demons, for demons. Although the demons had lost the war against humans and were driven to an artificial demon world, that was 3,000 years ago. Having adapted to the artificial demon world, they had returned to the continent of Tionis and won many territories through war.

Now, there were those who claimed that any more war was pointless. Perserque was against war itself, but Nyx did not leave her will alone. He had manipulated her, even if it meant deceiving all the demons, and caused this situation.

During her resurrection, Perserque had no choice but to follow Nyx\'s words due to some trick he had done to her physical body. She could not shake off the bitter emotions about all the tragedies that had happened since then. Now, at least, she needed to stop the war. Any more sacrifices were meaningless.

She did not even need to consider why Nyx\'s control had been cut off. Either he was dead, or his power had been sealed to not reach her. The culprit was not hard to guess. It must have been the human who had destroyed the Divine Tree and who possessed that strange power. The fact that such a being still existed among humans, for some reason, brought her relief.

"Your Majesty, I beg your pardon."

Perserque, who had been grimacing in pain and groaning bitterly, looked at the two succubi approaching her as if they had been waiting. Two succubi dressed in traditional maiden dresses lifted Perserque emotionlessly, stripped her of her clothing, and dressed her in the neat attire of a Dark Lord. Supporting the clearly exhausted woman, they led her to the battlefield where the demons had gathered.

"The Dark Lord has arrived!!"

A single demon soldier\'s shout drew everyone\'s attention. Many beings, including upper demons and Grand Duke Astaroth, could be seen. They were demons who had come en masse from the artificial demon world. On one side, there were also vampires who had remained in the human world and conducted numerous operations.

Quietly clenching her fist and sighing, she slowly moved to the throne and sat down, looking at them, and slowly opening her mouth.