The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 1631 462: The Mad Rat Uprising! (Part 2)

The Magic Apprentice Leon from the Academic State grabbed Skylar's shoulder, staring at this so‑called King's right‑hand man, and let out a roar that was already hoarse.

"Look! Look outside! What did I say before? Are you still going to tell me that even now this still can't prove that the corruption of Chaos exists on this land?!"

At first he'd even wanted to try fabricating some "evidence" himself to draw the King of the Ryan Kingdom's attention, but now it seemed that wasn't necessary anymore.

The Great Sage's prophecy had come true once again.

People always arrogantly treated that lord's wisdom like it was nothing, and the result was tragedy playing out over and over again.

"Enough!"

The one being questioned really couldn't keep his composure anymore; the Court Manager Skylar finally let out a roar of his own, pushing away the Magic Apprentice gripping his shoulder.

He stared fixedly at that burning, agitated face, pouring all the anger and fear in his heart onto this so‑called Great Sage's disciple.

"Since he knows everything, why isn't he here! Answer me! Did the Imperial keep him alive just to have him sit atop the Mage Tower and watch the joke from above?"

Leon stared wide‑eyed at him, his face a little pale; he wanted to explain, but didn't know how to answer.

This question really hit home.

Honestly, all along the way he hadn't just been confused by the King's indifference; he'd also been confused as to why the Great Sage handed this task to him.

Even if that lord didn't want to concern himself with this place, a personal trip to the King's court would probably have been far more effective than sending him here as a messenger.

Why?

"This… after all, it's your problem," his Adam's apple bobbed, and in the end he only squeezed out this hurried, perfunctory line, his gaze dodging off to the side, "We… have already warned you."

Skylar was silent for a long time, then gave a bitter little laugh and said:

"All right, my thanks to you."

Of course he knew in his heart that he had no standing to blame others; after all, when had he himself not been one of those who took comfort in self‑deception?

His despair wasn't really because of the Great Sage, but because of his own King… why was that lord acting as if he saw nothing at all.

The Ryan Kingdom had its own Demigod, and the famed Lion Heart Knight Order; if they acted, they might not wipe out this rabble in minutes, but at least they wouldn't have let the battle become this grueling.

Your Majesty seemed to still be waiting.

He could come up with all sorts of excuses for Your Majesty, or say some "realistic" reasons, but now that death was at the door, he truly couldn't fool himself anymore.

He even suspected…

For all he knew, that honored Your Majesty Theoden Devalu had also been quietly targeted by the all‑pervasive Chaos…

"…" Leon was like a punctured ball, no longer as overbearing as before; he lowered his head in shame and didn't dare look at the old Steward.

Arguing about who was right or wrong now was meaningless.

All they could do, it seemed, was pray, just as they had always been doing.

Perhaps that could slow the spread of the corruption a little.

Or perhaps, let the Chosen One come a little earlier…

...

While despair was spreading inside the city, out in the middle of the sea of rats, Selas was enjoying the most glorious moment of his life.

His face wore a look of intoxicated ecstasy, arms spread wide as he embraced the Strength pouring down from the heavens and continuously flooding into his body.

"Ah, this delicious scent—"

"It's downright intoxicating…"

A sinister laugh came from his mouth, his once‑murky pupils already turned into a green so deep it was almost pure black, like a Devil from the Abyss.

Kelan and Rees were both dead; of the twelve leaders of the Green Forest Army, only he was left.

Aside from that coward Brennan who fled on the eve of battle, everyone else had died on that blood‑smeared road of pilgrimage.

If they were a normal rebel army, by the time things got this desperate they would have scattered long ago like birds and beasts, but the Green Forest Army was different—they were servants of Urgos.

Now the preparations for the sacrifice were complete.

They were one short, but that hardly mattered.

Soon he would use the entire Twilight City as a Sacrifice, to complete the grandest offering he had prepared for "Eternal Hunger Claw" Urgos!

At the same time—

That would also be the offering for his apotheosis!

He would use the blood and flesh of the citizens of Twilight City to make up for the Sacrifice lost because of Brennan's betrayal!

Perhaps sensing his devotion, "that lord" not only cast a gaze of expectation upon him, but had even sent Souls from an Exotic Realm to serve as his underlings.

These Souls might not have come from worlds with Magic, but without exception, they all hailed from the most twisted Nest Cities.

They possessed those enormous mutant rats warped by the Chaos Ceremony, forming an endless army of "Divine Chosen"!

They gnawed on the flesh of the Sacrifices, making teeth‑itching "crunch, crunch" sounds, surging together into a boundless sea of rats enough to drown any steel defense line.

As the price for marching to war, they had only one request—

Not to eat their fill.

But that once the "Nest City" was built, they be allowed to have their Souls reincarnate here and continue the tangled grudges left unfinished in their previous lives.

To put it simply: you feed me a bite of shit, I trick you into drinking a mouthful of piss; then in the next life we swap roles and run it back with interest.

Until the Nest Cities of this world could no longer hold their twistedness, or collapsed physically, they would then "ascend" to the Nest Cities of another world to continue a new round of entanglement.

The domain of the "Eternal Hunger Claw" was vast, its will spanning endless planes; there was always a Nest City somewhere perfectly suited for Its children.