THE VILLAIN'S POV Chapter 768 The Invasion of Helmond
Previously on THE VILLAIN'S POV...
"Let's advance."
Power surged through the forms of the three demons as they charged ahead, delving further into the continent's depths.
Even though a multitude of beings had rushed in simultaneously...
Crimson and his companions met with emptiness.
Regardless of how deep they pressed on, no obstacles blocked their path.
The landscape before them stretched without limit.
As if it was—
"A labyrinth... or perhaps a trick of the mind."
After pushing forward endlessly with no progress, Crimson came to an abrupt stop.
No matter their pace, the view in front stayed the same.
"What's the issue?"
Marvas inquired, facing Crimson after his sudden halt.
Crimson offered no reply.
Instead, he unsheathed his blade and slammed it fiercely into the earth.
In an instant...
A thunderous force burst forth, compelling both Marvas and Agares to drop to their knees.
"This... this is the aura of the King!"
Agares cried out, fighting against the immense weight that Crimson had released.
Crimson's aura matched that of the Demon King in strength—
merely facing him proved an excruciating trial.
Crimson unleashed his might without restraint, overwhelming a wide expanse surrounding them.
The force grew fiercer, cracking the soil underfoot.
"Exactly as I thought," Crimson stated evenly,
"something odd is at play here."
He kept demolishing the surroundings.
"This isn't the real continent.
It's just a hexed labyrinth—crafted to bar us from whatever secrets this realm conceals."
To bar them...
or to hold them in place.
The apparently boundless ground hid its true nature.
Actually, it formed a confined zone...
yet whenever anyone neared its boundary, they looped back to the start.
Worse still, the landscape shifted constantly, rendering the trap's workings almost undetectable.
No one could notice the endless loops...
since the scene never repeated identically.
But Crimson pierced the deception right away.
Then he unleashed his complete strength, obliterating the labyrinth completely.
The mirage broke apart.
And finally...
They stepped into the authentic continent.
...
Now, the trio stood amid a far more intricate setup.
They occupied a basic set of steps.
All appeared mundane...
Save for their inverted position.
Innumerable pathways and ledges sprawled around, twisting infinitely...
reaching out in wild, baffling designs toward the horizon.
Each stride on the steps altered their orientation.
At times, they hung inverted.
At others, they traversed vertical surfaces.
Occasionally, the world righted itself.
"Cursed thing... yet another trap,"
Marvas swore.
Crimson's face grew even stormier.
"Something's off."
At his words, Marvas and Agares both looked his way immediately.
"What are you saying?" Agares questioned.
Crimson stayed quiet briefly, stretching his senses to encompass a massive territory.
"This area seems... deliberately constructed," he murmured.
"Like it's working to repel us—to ensnare us."
He faced the vast, knotted array of steps.
"But that's not my main worry."
The First Seat tightened his grip, his look turning severe.
"From the start, this was meant to be where the Great Ones assembled."
He hesitated.
"However, ever since we got here..."
"I haven't detected even one."
Crimson declared icily while proceeding steadily, his weapon gripped tight.
"The Great Ones can't hide from my awareness," he added bluntly.
"Just a couple might evade me... but I couldn't locate any at all."
Upon hearing that, Marvas and Agares' faces changed too.
Crimson's instincts struck fear.
For right as they pierced the enigmatic continent...
The realm teetered on the edge of an event without parallel.
An occurrence absent from all chronicles.
Something unforeseen... and utterly unforeseen.
...
...
It started as the Demon King Agaroth lingered on his seat atop the Tower of the End in Helmond.
The Demon World remained unchanged.
A desolate, lifeless world...
overrun by hordes of those vile entities.
The demons divided into two groups:
one heading to the enigmatic continent,
the other clashing with the Shadow Sect on Earth.
Thus, only a handful of mighty figures stayed in Helmond.
But the Demon King was there.
And for that reason...
nobody foresaw the impending chaos.
That day...
The Demon King stood from his throne.
He strode deliberately to the brink of the soaring Tower of the End.
Agaroth stared at the remote skyline.
Then, gradually...
A chilling grin spread across his features,
as his gaze blazed with ominous fire.
"I have to say..." he murmured softly,
"I didn't see this coming."
The Demon King chuckled, his hand balling as uncommon thrill raced within.
From a distance, Helmond's elite started sensing it...
one by one.
Bursting from the tower, the Seventh Seat, Izalith, emerged,
her visage etched with dread.
Helmond's blood-red firmament quaked...
And suddenly...
The initial eerie surge arrived.
It rippled through the heavens like an unseen tempest,
engulfing the whole domain.
A surge laced with an ominous clamor—
akin to the trumpets heralding a horrifying battle.
Gradually...
Every demon caught the echoes.
Noises alien to this realm.
The Demon King Agaroth spotted them first.
Perched at the peak,
he viewed them distinctly.
Odd silhouettes...
majestic, otherworldly entities that surfaced only in the rarest moments.
But this time, they all materialized from the void.
Some loomed so vast they eclipsed the sky.
Others had basic shapes, faintly like demons.
Yet all possessed...
A shared presence.
And their devastating, supreme might.
Unlike the grinning Agaroth...
Izalith knew only horror.
"We're... under attack," she breathed.
Facing that colossal vision...
those entities overshadowing the scarlet skies...
All grasped the truth at last.
For the first instance in history—
Helmond faced invasion.
Invaded...
By the Great Ones.