"This dwarf who looks so much like Eisen… maybe he's Eisen's great-great-great-grandfather."
Hearing Shane's remark, Frieren nodded.
It was actually quite possible.
Although Eisen was born in the Bredt region of the Central Lands, whether his ancestors ca from the Neck Mountains in the southern countries was unknown.
With a furious roar, the illusion in the hall slowly dissipated. When the scene shifted again, Shane and Frieren only needed a single glance before their hearts tightened.
Battle cries echoed endlessly outside the hall. Inside, the aged Dwarven King sat alone upon his throne, with only the human girl in tight-fitting attire by his side.
"King Ailan, the demons have already breached the castle gates. This place won't hold much longer—you need to leave now."
"Leave…? My warriors are fighting on the frontlines. How can I leave?"
"But—!"
King Ailan raised a hand, cutting her off. He swayed slightly as he stood, looking around the empty hall before letting out a deep sigh.
"My good child… go."
"The history of the Dwarven Kingdom ends today. As its final king, I should be buried alongside it."
The girl wanted to argue further, but the king simply smiled and patted her shoulder.
"Don't worry. Even with this old body, I'll make those demons taste the fists of a dwarf."
Unable to persuade him, the girl could only leave, glancing back every few steps.
Soon, the vast hall was left with only King Ailan's solitary figure.
He slowly paced around, looking at his surroundings, as if wanting to take one final look at the palace he had lived in his entire life.
At last, he returned to his throne and quietly waited for the demons to arrive.
Monts later, the golden hall doors were smashed open. A horde of demonic beasts rushed in first, their mouths drenched in blood, scraps of flesh still clinging to their teeth.
Behind them, a towering figure slowly stepped forward.
That figure was shrouded in thick black mist, its appearance completely obscured. Yet the sheer aura radiating from it made one thing clear—it was incredibly powerful.
Beside the black mist figure stood a boy-like demon. From his appearance, it was none other than the Bloody War God— Rivale.
Rivale carried the weapon for the black mist figure, following closely at its side.
Shane was stunned.
Rivale had lived for such a long ti… then didn't that an the figure within the black mist had lived even longer?
And for the future strongest demon warrior to show such respect—just who was that figure?
Could it be the Demon King?
Once all the demons had gathered, the Dwarven King on the throne suddenly laughed. His aged voice echoed through the hall.
"Looks like… I won't be taking a loss today."
Without giving them any chance for pleasantries, the king twisted a lever on the throne.
Instantly, the doors of the entire hall slamd shut.
The ground began to tremble.
At the center of the hall, an incredibly complex magical seal appeared. A flash of blue light flickered, the seal released, and the floor began to twist and shift as if it had co alive—like it was lting.
A dragon's roar erupted from beneath the floor.
In that instant, the demons realized they had been trapped.
The boy Rivale imdiately handed the weapon to the figure in the black mist and bravely stepped in front of it.
Unfortunately, at that ti, he was far too weak.
A dragon's breath surged upward from beneath their feet, transforming into violent gusts that swept through the hall.
Weaker demonic beasts were instantly reduced to ashes.
Even the stronger demons were blown off balance. The boy Rivale was sent flying, crashing into the sealed doors and losing consciousness.
The figure in the black mist barely steadied itself. Ignoring the dragon's roar beneath its feet, it drew its weapon and charged straight at the Dwarven King.
The king smiled, watching as the figure approached with blade in hand.
In the end, the blade pierced rcilessly through his chest.
He did not struggle. He embraced death with a smile.
"You man-eating beasts… go to hell together with the Dark Dragon!"
Before his words even finished—
A massive black dragon burst through the floor beneath them.
The dragon was enormous. Just its head alone filled half the hall. Four massive, razor-sharp horns grew from its head, and its body was covered in pitch-black scales. Its face was ferocious, its gaze terrifying, and an aura of pure evil radiated from its entire being.
ROAR—
Even as he watched the illusion, Shane felt his ears nearly go deaf from the sound.
Before him, the demons closest to the Dark Dragon were instantly killed, turning into ash.
The dragon inhaled deeply, then unleashed a torrent of blazing fire, incinerating everything in the hall.
The figure in the black mist flickered forward, blocking the dragon. Thick black mist surged outward, clashing against the flas.
The two forces were evenly matched.
Black mist and fire—neither giving way.
Suddenly, the dragon ceased its flas. With a violent swing of its head, it began crushing everything with its massive body.
Another wave of demons was wiped out.
The figure in the black mist drew its sword to block, its body erupting with imnse power. A dazzling silver lightning burst from the blade as it struck toward the dragon's head.
Sword t horn—
A piercing tallic clash rang out.
The dragon recoiled in pain, thrashing wildly and crushing more demons in the process.
The figure pressed forward, forcing the blade down against the dragon's head.
Crack!
A sharp sound echoed.
One of the dragon's horns was severed.
Enraged by the injury, the Dark Dragon roared and went berserk. Opening its jaws, it unleashed an overwhelming sea of fire that filled the entire hall.
Within the raging inferno, the remaining demons suffered in agony, trying desperately to break the doors and escape—but to no avail.
The doors remained tightly shut, unmoved.
Watching all of this, Shane felt like he was about to be roasted alive.
Beside him, Frieren felt the sa. Unable to endure it any longer, she imdiately cast a defensive spell on herself.
Following her lead, Shane hurriedly cast [Goddess's Barrier] as well.
Within the sea of flas, the illusion slowly faded.
They returned once more to the ancient hall they had first entered.
In the dusty, cobweb-filled emptiness, the dragon and the fire had completely vanished.
Before Shane could fully recover, a white, translucent soul suddenly appeared on the throne ahead.
It was the Dwarven King.
The soul smiled and said, "You man-eating beasts… go to hell together with the Dark Dragon!"
Bang.
The doors behind them slamd shut.
On the ground, the sa blue magical seal they had just seen in the illusion lit up once more. The floor began to twist and lt, and a terrifying dragon's roar rose from beneath their feet.
Shane's expression changed drastically.
Wait—how is this becoming real?!
Hold on!
King Ailan, have you lost your mind?!
We're not demons!!!
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