The Demon King's First General
Chapter 144: Sixth Sovereign’s Curse

Chapter 144: Sixth Sovereign’s Curse

Two figures moved through the dense forest with the night as their cover. They traversed the path ahead of them at an unimaginable speed, leaping branches after branches of different trees.

Sinclair glanced at the demon following behind her. Aside from his silver hair and lifeless-looking eyes that gave away his identity as a soul devourer, she knew nothing about him, not even his name. And the thought that he knew Sherise and how he kept on calling her some hero of the past made her puzzle.

After running away from that facility, she learned a few things about the current world. One of them was that, unlike back then, apostles and the others who had connections with the deities could freely meet and talk with them at any time, but that was not the case now. For some reason, they were not responding to any of her calls.

’And yet that man had talked lightly of the Deity of Kindness as if they knew each other. Is he some remnant of the past like me?’ She pondered before focusing her sight ahead.

"Come to think of it, his face does seem familiar," she whispered to herself.

Then a sudden memory flashed through her mind. The day she thought she died, the battle with the sovereigns. All of a sudden, she halted her tracks, and Zeno passed her, giving her a side glance.

’No... He resembles that person,’ she gulped at her own thoughts.

. . . . .

Meanwhile, on the way towards the empire’s capital, Kizeler and Leon rested underneath a giant tree. They had a long way to go, but the little child was tired and already sleeping soundly.

Then Kizeler pulled something out of his pocket—a white stone engraved with the Kingsword’s crest.

He stared at this for a second.

’I wonder where I would start,’ he thought before putting the stone back where he got it.

However, as he looked at his side, a silvery thing caught his attention. It looked like it fell from his pocket after he pulled out the white stone. He picked it up and stared at its intricate curves. Then he looked at the sky and recalled the moments that happened earlier before they left the destroyed village.

. . . . .

A while ago, upon hearing the demon’s intention, Sinclair stared at him for several seconds before making a reply.

"I can show you the way, but answer my question first," she said, staring directly into the demon’s eyes.

"Tell me," Zeno replied, the smile on his lips still present.

"Are you really doing this for her sake?" Sinclair paused for a little and glanced at the corpse behind Zeno.

Then, as she moved her eyes away from it and looked back at the demon, she continued. "Or do you just want to obtain her Legacy?"

"Is your decision dependent on my answer?" Zeno asked, then let out a chuckle and made a step forward.

But Sinclair kept her silence; her tranquil eyes just continued staring at him.

"Hmnn, listen here, hero of the past; answering your question is pointless when you have such prejudice towards our race, and besides..." Zeno said as he walked in Sinclair’s direction.

He only stopped after the distance between them became just a few inches. Afterward, he leaned forward and whispered in the woman’s left ear.

"Does a demon need a reason to stir up a mess?" He asked.

Then he straigthened himself and passed by Sinclair’s side.

"Don’t get it wrong, I can go there alone, but there’s no fun in that," he stated without looking back.

"But how about me?" Kizeler stood up and interjected in their conversation.

"You can’t; a greenhorn like you will be just a nuissance," Sinclair replied without sugarcoating her words.

"What?" Kizeler complained, then he looked at the demon who was still walking away from them.

"I want to go as well!" He shouted.

His voice echoed in the empty forest, but it didn’t make Zeno halt from his track; he just raised his hand and flicked something backward. Kizeler caught it with both hands, and as soon as he opened it, his eyes widened in surprise.

’A locket?’ He thought.

It was not his first time seeing the object, but he still proceeded to examine it. The intricate curving of a rising phoenix made it look like the empire’s insignia, but it was not.

The phoenix on it was flying, unlike the empire’s, with its wing spreading sideways. Its frame was silvery in color with black linings, while its string was a simple black lace with two jade stones as its lock.

"What’s this for?" He asked, confusion and a mix of curiosity written on his face.

"Go first to the empire’s capital and bring that to the princess. If she’s in danger, do not ever attempt to help her if you still want to live," Zeno replied.

His advice was enough to make Kizeler furrow his brows.

"What?" He exclaimed, still confused, but the demon didn’t provide another answer.

He disappeared from the dense forest, leaving the three people behind.

Meanwhile, Sinclair looked at Kizeler, and an awkward smile flashed from her thin lips.

"May I ask you for a favor?" She asked, then her gaze slowly moved to the little child before looking back at the black-haired human.

Upon seeing her actions, Kizeler smiled as well, but his eyes were filled with uncertainty.

"Thank you." Sinclair expressed her gratitude, then kneeled down and gave Leon a hug.

"I’ll be back soon," she added.

Without waiting for the child’s reply, she sprinted to follow the demon’s lead. Kizeler and Leon were left there, staring at her silhouette, which vanished from the depths of darkness.

The next second, they looked at each other, then Kizeler chuckled before letting out a small sigh.

"So we’ll be sticking with each other for a while, I guess," he stated.

. . . . .

Sinclair shook her head and cleared her thoughts. She sprinted the next second, trying to catch up with the demon. Her mind was filled with a lot of questions regarding the soul devourer, but she chose to remain silent and focus on the task ahead for now.

The two of them traveled without a single rest, and before dawn came, they had already passed the Collosal Rift and started to enter a desert area. It was a peaceful journey; not a single monster interrupted them from sprinting.

"If we maintain this speed, we’ll arrive at our destination before sunset," Sinclair stated as she glanced at the demon, but he simply nodded without averting his gaze in front.

Then, after a while, when the sun was already up in the middle of the sky and the pair was surrounded by nothing but sand, Zeno slowed down and stopped.

Upon seeing his actions, Sinclair halted as well. She closed her eyes and sensed the premises, but several seconds had passed and she felt nothing dangerous.

"What’s wrong? Why do you sudd—" She tried to ask the reason for the demon to stop, but she couldn’t find the time to finish her question when Zeno pulled her closer to him.

Afterward, the area where Sinclair was previously standing sank. Her eyes widened in surprise.

"W-What was that?" She asked.

"Twin-tailed scorpions. It looks like we entered their den; almost a hundred are burrowing away underneath," Zeno answered while fidgeting with the black dice between his fingers.

"Should we go up?" Sinclair replied.

"No, we’ll attract too much attention," Zeno said, then extended his right hand in front.

"I assume you can handle a hundred in just a few seconds," he added.

Then, Ezreil’s name appeared on his wrist. It was written in black capital letters. The sand particles started to vibrate, and the surroundings began to shake.

As Zeno raised his hand above, more than a hundred scorpions were pulled out of the sand and lifted up in the open sky.

Pincers as large as an adult human being and stingers at the ends of their two jointed tails were the twin-tailed scorpion’s most distinguishing features.

"This is..." Sinclair uttered.

She was stunned; her eyes widened in shock, but she understood her assignment. After pulling out the weapon from her chest, she leaped upward and sliced each scorpion apart.

With Zeno taking their ability to resist, Sinclair had no difficulty slaying all of them in less than a minute. Her speed was on full display, dashing to another one after the other while using their remains as her foothold.

"Now, that’s what you call talent," Zeno commented as he watched with satisfaction.

Sinclair landed on the sand. She looked behind her and saw the hundreds of scorpions still levitating up, though they were all dead. Then she realized one thing: their bodies, which were supposed to be sliced apart, were still intact, and not a single drop of blood could be seen on the beige sand.

Her brows furrowed, and she was about to check on them, but the next second, they started to fall down, and a rain of blood splattered onto the area. The hundreds of severe limbs caused tremors upon hitting the dry land, and Sinclair stared at the phenomenon with amazement and doubt in her eyes.

In the middle of this chaos, she spotted the demon walking in her direction. Not a single drop of blood could be seen on him. It was that moment when she realized one thing: she was standing not far away from the rain, yet there was not a speck of blood on her either.

She moved her sight away from the demon and looked up.

"This level of control... I can’t be wrong; this rivals the Sixth Sovereign’s curse," she stated upon seeing that the droplets of blood were moving away from her position.

. . . . .