Entering Apocalypse in Easy-Mode
Chapter 298: Spreading News

Chapter 298: Spreading News

The air inside the command tent was stifling, heavy with a searing heat that clung to the skin like molten iron. At the far end of the room and seated upon a throne carved from obsidian and polished bone, was King Belial.

His presence dominated the space, radiating an oppressive aura that made even the seasoned warriors and mage of his domain like Zaradorn and Varya avert their gaze.

The Demon King was a tall figure. His body a blend of sculpted muscle and Demonic energy that pulsed beneath his blackened, vein-like skin.

His red eyes burned like twin infernos. Sharp jagged horns curved backward from his temples, their surfaces etched with glowing runes.

His face looks regal and bore a cruel sharpness. He have high cheekbones, a square jaw, and a wicked grin that showed his enjoyment of sadistic things.

His armor was a masterpiece of craftsmanship, forged from dark steel and adorned with red sigils. The plates shimmered with a orang and red glow as though his own body heat threatened to melt the metal at any moment.

A long, black cape lined with deep crimson draped across his shoulders, pooling at the base of the throne like spilled blood.

Belial’s massive clawed hand rested lazily on the armrest of his throne, drumming against the carved bone as he stared into the distance with an expression that was equal parts boredom and disdain.

At his side, a wickedly curved greatsword leaned against the throne. That weapon was forged from the same obsidian and bone as his seat.

As Vayra and Zaradorn entered, the temperature seemed to rise. The heat was not just physical but also seemed to burned at their soul.

The guards stationed outside the tent didn’t follow; even they dared not enter unless summoned.

Belial’s gaze shifted to the pair as they approached, his eyes narrowing slightly in recognition. Despite their status the Demon King did not immediately speak.

He let the silence stretch and his eyes boring into them. After few seconds he finally spoke.

"Zaradorn," he said. "You interrupt my thoughts. I trust you have brought me something more than complaints about Celestials an Angels."

The great general fell to one knee. Vayra followed suit, bowing her head low as Zaradorn spoke.

"My King," Zaradorn began. "there has been a development. The explosion near the Black Wall—"

Belial held up a clawed hand, silencing him. "The explosion. The blast that disturbed my focus. You speak of this as though I am not already aware of it." His lips curled into a faint smirk, revealing sharp, obsidian-black teeth. "What is it you wish to tell me that I do not already know?"

Zaradorn lowered his gaze briefly before continuing. "The Archangels, my lord. They have acted. Vayra had detected three surges of angelic energy entering the Wall moments before the explosion. It seems they sent scouts into it."

For a moment, Belial said nothing. His fingers stopped their drumming, his hand instead gripping the armrest tightly enough that the bone creaked under the pressure. The smile vanished from his lips, replaced by a thin line.

"They sent scouts." He muttered to himself. "The self-righteous Archangels meddle in things they do not understand and now they have torn a hole in the veil." His gaze shifted to Vayra, pinning her in place. "You, mage. What else have you observed?"

Vayra raised her head just enough to meet his eyes, though her posture remained submissive. "My King, the energy surrounding the Wall has shifted since their intrusion. It feels more unstable. I suspect their actions have disrupted the balance of the strange energy from the wall."

Belial leaned forward slightly, the fire in his eyes intensifying.

"Unstable, you say." His voice grew colder. "The Archangels gamble with forces that could danger us all, and they do so without even inviting anyone to the table!"

He let out a low, humorless chuckle, his sharp teeth glinting in the dim light.

"Fools," he spat, leaning back into his throne. "And now they expect us to stand idly by while they play their games? No, Zaradorn. If the Archangels act without thinking, then we will not be their pawns. We will act."

Zaradorn nodded firmly. "What are your orders, my King?"

Belial rose from his throne, his full height casting a monstrous shadow that seemed to fill the tent. He gripped the hilt of his greatsword and lifting it effortlessly and resting it on his shoulder.

"Send word to the Celestials factions," he commanded.

Vayra and Zaradorn bowed deeply, their voices unified as they replied, "As you command, my King."

The two of them immediately departed to relay his orders, Belial remained standing with his gaze fixed on the horizon where the Wall’s fisure can be seen.

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Zaradorn’s forces march was a sight to behold. Twenty of Demon soldiers clad in darkened armor forged from the same infernal materials as their King’s own plate moved at once.

Towering banners displaying sigils of flame and shadow fluttered lightly.

Zaradorn led them at the front. His crimson cape billowed behind him, a dark sword in his hand. Behind him Vayra.

As they approached the Celestial encampment, the stark difference between the two forces became immediately clear.

The Celestials radiated various color brilliance that contrasted sharply with the Demonic forces. Their encampment was a harmonious blend of gleaming structures made of gold, marble with shimmering energy.

As they drew near, the Celestials and their soldiers moved quickly, taking defensive positions. Shields raised, weapons imbued with divine energy summoned to hand. Their wariness of Demons ran deep because of ages of conflict.

The first to approach the Demonic force was Anubis, the god of death. His jackal-like head tilted slightly and his piercing golden eyes studied Zaradorn with cold scrutiny.

He was clad in a black and gold kilt of divine craftsmanship, his body adorned with ornate armlets and necklaces. A tall staff crowned with a glowing ankh rested in his hand.

"You tread on sacred ground, Demon," Anubis growled, his voice deep and resonant. His jackal ears twitched slightly as he cast a sharp glance over the approaching soldiers. "What is it that you want here, Zaradorn of Belial?"

Zaradorn wasted no time. He straightened his towering form. When he spoke, his voice boomed like thunder because he amplified it by magic so that it can carried his words through the encampment and beyond.

"The Archangels," Zaradorn said, "have acted against the Wall."

He raised a clawed hand to point toward the Black Wall. "Three of their scouts have entered it, disrupting the balance of its energy. Their intrusion has already caused an explosion and the stability of the Wall grows worse with each passing moment."

His words hit like a shockwave. Celestial warriors murmured amongst themselves. Even Anubis narrowed his golden eyes, his grip on his staff tightening.

"Impossible," another voice called out. This time, it came from Artemis, the Greek goddess of the hunt, who emerged from a nearby pavilion. "The Archangels would not dare meddle with the Wall just like we are. They should know the risks."

"And yet, they have. Your Archangels friends, self-righteous and arrogant as always, believe themselves above the dangers they unleash," Zaradorn said.

Anubis growled softly, but his voice held a tinge of unease. "If what you say is true, Demon, then the Archangels’ actions are reckless. Why would you come to us with this?"

Zaradorn’s gaze swept over the Celestials, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Because the Archangel was acting without doing any discussion while didn’t know anything about the Wall and what lays beyond it. What if what they did will give us more trouble than this? You just saw that strange but powerful explossion occurred. Do you have any idea what was that about?"

The Celestial camp buzzed with unease after Zaradorn’s warning. His words planted a seed of anxiety among the warriors and the Celestials. Whispers rippled through the ranks, eyes darting toward the Black Wall’s unstable fissure.

Even Anubis felt a chill as Zaradorn’s message sank in.

Without hesitation, Artemis soared toward the Archangel sector, her silver hair streaming like a comet. After she landing before Uriel and Gabriel troops, she demanded answers.

"Is it true? Have your scouts entered the Wall and disrupted its balance without our knowing?"

Gabriel’s golden eyes hardened.

"Yes," he admitted with heavy voice. "We sent a team to investigate the growing instability. The explosion was... unforeseen."

Artemis’s fury ignited. "Unforeseen? You’ve meddled with forces beyond your understanding. Even the Demons are alarmed by what you’ve done!"

Gabriel bristled, wings flaring. "We do this because we need to know about the Wall for us to be able to do anything!"

"But the explosion proves your recklessness. Do you even realize the danger you’ve put us in?"

Uriel’s steady gaze darkened. "We acted because no one else just become a coward and to afraid to do anything!"

Uriel exchanged hostile look with Artemis, the weight of her words undeniable. The other Celesials also heard her voice.

Meanwhile, The Wall’s ominous fissure loomed in their minds.

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