After Being Sold Out By The Empire, I Decide To Assist The Demon King
Chapter 334 - 78 Civilizational Overwrite

Chapter 334: Chapter 78 Civilizational Overwrite

Turning the viewpoint back to the moment when Tipcapu issued the warning...

After Tipcapu borrowed the imaginary wing column and said, "Lord Yila, over here!" there was no further movement from Tipcapu’s side... No matter how much Yila questioned, there was no response at all.

*It seemed as if he was entangled, having no time to respond...*

And Yila could also ascertain through the rampaging Mana that over in the Demon King Territory, something from the Blood Realm had begun to wreak havoc... this was really hard to consider good news.

However, Yila had no intention of leaving. The only thing he could do was quickly trigger his "Death Trigger" and trust in his own speed to solve the problem.

*Before everything became irreversible...*

"Splurt!"

To ensure his death was rapid enough, Yila swiftly pierced his jaw with the sharpest part of the Automatic Magic Wand’s tip... penetrating his brain.

In that instant, the world seemed to become very quiet.

Birds stopped chirping, trees ceased to sway in the wind, stones stopped tumbling, and the snow no longer fluttered... a special "something" gradually flowed out of Yila’s lifeless body.

Making ripples in everything around.

"Boom!"

Raphael suddenly shattered the mountain, his hands reforming a blade composed of light... he almost immediately looked at Yila and realized that something had been triggered by Yila’s death.

That was undoubtedly Yila’s last resort.

The moment this was confirmed, what Raphael needed to do became very clear... he immediately approached Yila, covering Yila’s body with Mana, transforming it into unbreakable chains, suppressing Yila’s death.

This was why Yila had to establish a strong enough advantage before choosing to trigger the Death Trigger.

Yila never thought others were fools, and it was true... Raphael almost instantly found the best way to deal with Yila—permanent sealing.

Preventing Yila from dying while making him sleep as if he were dead was a once-and-for-all solution.

...

But fortunately, Yila chose a swift enough death... if he had pierced his heart or throat, he wouldn’t have truly died, and if he had chosen to be struck dead by Raphael’s sword, Raphael could still react in time.

But now it was too late...

The true nature of Yila’s "Death Trigger," known only to Yila, was revealed at this moment... like a transparent white mist enveloping everything gradually dissipating, some things were replaced at this moment.

That was the world itself...

The world itself vanished.

From Yila’s body, certain "cognitions," certain "memories," certain "nostalgias"... no, not "certain," but all of them, all began to spread out.

Almost instantly...

The world before Raphael’s eyes disappeared, replaced by infinite darkness... mountains, plains, traces of explosions, the sun, light, all vanished.

But Yila’s body remained in place... and then, from Yila’s body, other things began to emanate, things that were all too familiar to Raphael.

"Souls."

Countless souls emerged from Yila’s body... calling them countless was too superficial; to accurately describe the shock, it could only be... civilization.

Souls of a magnitude equivalent to "an era," "a civilization" scattered densely throughout the darkness, quickly integrating into the new world that replaced the original world.

Drawing on the memories and impressions of the souls, colors started to appear in the darkness... hand-in-hand soul bodies began to joyfully sing, and then directly—

Reemerged the civilization.

"..."

Raphael remained silent; in his perception, the world transformed in an instant from its original form into a prosperous world of eternal night, incomprehensible to him.

In silence, Raphael looked at the incongruous armor he wore, then at the giant sword in his hand, and noticing that Yila’s body had disappeared, he unhesitatingly struck at the passerby beside him.

"Whoosh~"

But the giant sword only carried the sound of wind, passing through the body of the passerby, hitting nothing... meaning all of this was an illusion.

Raphael deduced this, remaining vigilant for potential attacks, observing his surroundings... underfoot was a street made of steel, and on either side were various buildings.

The style of these buildings was unfamiliar to Raphael, but from what was placed inside, things he did not understand, and the people conversing in languages he did not understand...

Those were probably shops.

Countless shops.

...

The surroundings were very noisy, and the light was just as overwhelming...

Raphael realized it was nighttime in this Illusion Realm, but the environment was so bright... he couldn’t help but look at the nearby light sources, then realized that the sources of light were everywhere.

Candles (lanterns) sealed within paper hung over shop fronts, some characters probably formed by glowing dots (neon signs), seven-color patterns on distant buildings’ exteriors (images displayed on skyscrapers).

Even... the beautiful patterns on the blackened sky blocked by steel (advertisements displayed on the dome separating the sky and earth).

Although it couldn’t be cut, the souls were certainly real...

Raphael thought this, watching soul-formed people dressed in various luxurious clothes pass by him... could it be that Yila Elkaras’s soul harbored these things?

Was the weight of a civilization borne by Yila Elkaras?

If so, Raphael would have to admire him... but it still did not deter Raphael’s intent to slay Yila, for none of this mattered to him.

Raphael judged, simply strolling through this commercial street, then what caught his eye was a rapidly passing maglev train... of course, Raphael didn’t know what a train was.

He stood outside the fence, looking through the train windows at the people quietly sitting inside, and then at the train’s destination... an unreachable place, the final goal unclear.

But, for some reason, he felt a sense of awe.

...

On the distant skyscrapers, the images continued to change, replacing the original block letters with some he could understand... it was Ancient Celtic or something similar.

Raphael tried hard to decipher it...

"Harm..."

As Raphael murmured to himself, a voice came from behind him, a voice Raphael was very familiar with: "That is Harmony with AI, in Universal Language it means ’living in harmony with AI’."

The giant sword instantly slashed behind Raphael.

"Whoosh~"

But Yila calmly let the giant sword pass through his body, cutting nothing... dressed similarly to the surrounding passersby and akin to a Hell Demon (suit), Yila simply said—

"Raphael, I hope we can talk."