novelraw Chapter 265 -265-Revelry? A Sacrifice!
Chapter 265 -265-Revelry? A Sacrifice!
Large numbers of Orefiends were swept along by the celebrating crowds toward the altar outside the city.
Aside from the Orefiends themselves, most of the revelers already knew what awaited them. Yet none of them found it particularly cruel. On the contrary, they treated it like a wonderfully entertaining spectacle.
That feverish atmosphere spread throughout the entirety of Fallen Revelry.
The Orefiends, having forgotten everything, drowned themselves in an ocean of joy. Without even realizing it, they entered the range of the altar.
And those who had been celebrating beside them only moments ago had, at some point, vanished from their surroundings.
By the time the Orefiends came back to their senses, they were shocked to discover that the once-lively procession now consisted of only their own people.
"Old York, what’s going on? Wasn’t that elf girl really into you just now? Where did she go?"
"No idea... maybe something came up?"
More and more Orefiends began to realize that something was wrong. They looked around, only to find members of their own race.
Everyone else had disappeared without them even noticing.
"Right... where is this place? Weren’t we supposed to be taking part in Fallen Revelry?"
At that moment, someone noticed the enormous altar up ahead.
The altar covered an area roughly the size of a standard football field. The ground was packed with dense, intricate runes. To the Orefiends, it was a sight unlike anything they had ever seen before.
"Wait... did we come to the wrong place?"
Some of the sharper Orefiends had already started trying to turn back. But after walking only a few hundred meters, they found a black mass of bows aimed directly at them.
"What are those lords trying to do?"
The Orefiends cried out in despair. Yet anyone stubborn enough to keep walking back was instantly turned into a pincushion by a storm of arrows.
At that moment, the Orefiends finally realized they were not getting out.
Those "friends" who had just been drinking and laughing with them were now all standing atop the city walls, continuing their revelry.
And the Orefiends had been trapped inside the altar.
Even now, they still had no idea what was happening.
But that did not stop them from feeling a terror rising from the depths of their souls.
The bows in those soldiers’ hands had originally been forged by the Orefiends themselves. No one understood the terrifying power of those weapons better than they did.
At that moment, the Orefiends felt as though they had been abandoned.
The bows, the armor worn by the other demons, even this very altar—everything had been made by the Orefiends.
But now?
It seemed they were about to be sacrificed.
"Why? Were we not obedient enough? But we clearly completed every task the lords gave us."
"I gave everything I had... so why are you still treating me like this?!"
It was as though the Orefiends had already guessed their fate. One after another, they clutched their heads and broke down in tears.
They could not understand it. They had given so much, so why were they still being cast aside in the end?
So... the Orefiends had never truly been counted as part of the demon race at all!
Because in the eyes of the other demon races, the Orefiends were nothing more than NPC miners.
Alive, they could mine ore. Dead, they could be turned into Emotion Stones. Such perfect tools—how could anyone possibly allow them freedom?
...
Meanwhile, in the lower district of Fallen City,
the figures of Caelan and Evelyn appeared inside a dilapidated shack.
This was part of Fallen City’s gray zone. Even high-ranking demons would not set foot here lightly.
So for the time being, Caelan and Evelyn did not need to worry about their identities being exposed.
Evelyn somehow produced a map of Fallen City. The intelligence on it was so detailed that it even marked every sewer pipe.
In truth, Evelyn was even more capable than she had let on.
Most importantly, the map also marked the storage location of the Fragments of History!
When Caelan saw the map, he was equally startled. But Evelyn quickly explained.
It turned out all of this had only been accomplished after Supreme Staff took action.
"Senior Supreme Staff, have you found the approximate location of the Fragments of History?"
Evelyn looked at Supreme Staff with bright, expectant eyes.
In fact, earlier, Evelyn had deliberately steered the conversation and coaxed the Mind Demon King Shaki into answering a few questions. Her true purpose had not been to ask anything at all, but to help Supreme Staff pinpoint the location of the Fragments of History.
Faced with Evelyn’s hopeful gaze, Supreme Staff immediately responded.
It floated high into the air and circled near the ceiling, clearly in an excellent mood.
"Of course. Since I personally took action, how could I possibly fail to find it?"
Supreme Staff itself was an extremely special existence. In Shaki’s eyes, the secrets that even the awakeners could not perceive seemed, before Supreme Staff, as obvious as if they had been pasted right above someone’s head.
As one of the most powerful weapons of the previous era, Supreme Staff was fully confident in locating the exact position of the warehouse Instance.
Of course, it merely needed a little time.
But just then, Evelyn suddenly said,
"Lord Caelan, if I remember correctly, you still owe me a favor, don’t you?"
Caelan did not hesitate in the slightest and immediately nodded.
That favor was from the time, back in the Divine Tomb (Godfiend Trials), when Caelan had obtained the [Essence of the Sun Ancient Tree].
"That’s right."
Evelyn nodded, then picked up the map and pointed to a location on it.
"We’ll split up. Please give these damned demons an unforgettable lesson!"
...
At the altar,
every last one of the Orefiends had entered.
And around the altar, a massive energy barrier was rapidly taking shape.
In just a few breaths, the barrier had completely sealed off the entire altar.
The Orefiends now understood that there was no escape.
So all they could do was pray—pray that those noble lords might spare them.
But the prayers of the Orefiends were destined to mean nothing.
The next moment, several enormous launching devices rose from the four corners of the altar.
The instant the Orefiends saw those mechanisms, their faces went deathly pale.
As the makers of those launchers, no one understood their power better than they did.
Wait... weren’t these supposed to be used to slaughter invaders?