Chapter 1433: The Three Big Wigs of the Western Front
“You want to enter the Realm of Mind here?” Hackzord surveyed the hillside, then let his gaze drop to the earth beneath his feet.
Silent Disaster nodded.
“I think the human king won’t come again.” He conjured a Distortion Door the size of a finger behind him, barely visible, and reached through — his fingers touched only soil. “And once the Deity of Gods begins its descent, that’s irreversible. You’re wasting what little time we have.”
“If you don’t want to come, leave first.” Serakkas remained unmoved.
“And how exactly would you get out?” He rolled his eyes, just barely. You already moved openly against Mask — saying this is pure spite. The King would have noticed his absence by now. The unapproved conversations. The memory-reading. The omitted reports. The charges were clear enough without a prosecutor. But Hackzord had calculated the arithmetic: standing beside Silent Disaster, should the King dispatch other senior lords to deal with them, was better odds than standing alone.
He opened another Door a hundred meters deeper. Still soil.
“It doesn’t matter whether I can leave. And your being out of ideas doesn’t mean Valkries is.”
Oh, forgive me — and who was it that found Valkries in the first place? “What if she fails as well?”
Silent Disaster said nothing.
At five hundred meters, the Door opened into a hollow. Hackzord adjusted the angle and his fingers found something viscous.
He knew immediately.
“Have you considered simply taking the human king by force?”
Serakkas’s eyes moved — the briefest flicker — then stilled. “I might manage to carry him. Keeping him alive would be harder. You and I both know how fragile they are. Until I’ve confirmed where Valkries is, I won’t risk it.”
“As you say.” He answered without inflection. Regardless, he couldn’t leave her here to be pulverized when the Deity of Gods fell. That calculation held for the race and for himself equally.
“Someone’s coming,” Silent Disaster said, turning. “More than one.”
Hackzord opened a Door.
Three humans crested the hill — one of them the soldier who had handled the letter exchange before. More bodies this time, but not enough to threaten Serakkas. Not even close.
“His Majesty has agreed to your request for a meeting.” The leader walked forward and spoke plainly. “In a moment, the two of you will enter the Realm of Mind. His Majesty has one condition.”
He actually agreed. Not a coward, then. “What condition?”
“You are to be separated before entering the Realm of Mind. And the one who is not the Magic Slayer must wear this.” The human opened a box and lifted out a metal bracelet.
On the bracelet sat a God’s Stone of Retaliation.
The fury was immediate, a heat behind Hackzord’s eyes. His tone dropped. “What does this mean? Do you think I will shackle myself so that you humans can slaughter me at leisure?”
The soldier’s face showed fear. He did not step back. “Magic power is a weapon. Disarming at a crucial meeting is conventional practice. This is not restraint — His Majesty believes you have brought vital information and taken considerable risks to do so. That is precisely why he has no desire for accidents.”
“And if I refuse?”
“You are free to leave. You must simply remain well clear of this mountain before the next meeting.”
“Just do it.” Serakkas turned to him. “Stay within your ability’s range the same as last time. I don’t understand why you insist on accompanying me.”
Because I have to say it directly before you understand! Hackzord stood momentarily without words. Serakkas’s rationality had clearly deteriorated after encountering the Nightmare Lord. He wasn’t comfortable leaving her alone — not now, not with everything at stake. Confirming that this wasn’t a human trap and that Valkries was truly accessible was too important to leave to chance.
Before he could negotiate further, Serakkas walked to a spot, closed her eyes, and settled into stillness.
He watched the Deity of Gods continue its ascent, the helplessness of it sharpening into something like contempt — for the situation, for himself — and put the bracelet on.
This thing probably isn’t built to hold me. They’re hoping to slow me down if I try to pull Serakkas underground. That’s all this is.
He looked at the two soldiers standing behind the leader. Unarmed. But something in their posture raised the back of his neck. Not easy, those two.
Serakkas’s breathing slowly quieted.
It’s beginning.
Hackzord kept his expression neutral and raised the multicolored magic stone disguised as a ring to his eye —
The pillar of light appeared without preamble, wide as a city wall, stretching in both directions farther than a single glance could hold. It hit him like a physical thing: the memory of the island in the Bottomless Land.
This is the Realm of Mind domain Serakkas called city-sized? She was describing it modestly.
He began to believe the humans. Whatever else they were, they carried something real.
To wield power like this — perhaps they truly had found a path through the Battle of Divine Will.
He took a measured breath. Then closed his eyes.
When Sky Lord opened them again, he stood inside a cramped house — a room plainly unfit for a king’s audience by any standard he knew. Silent Disaster appeared to be explaining things to Valkries, who sat across from her.
To see the mobile Nightmare Lord again — standing, speaking, present — drew something in him back, pulled taut, to a time that felt very distant now.
“You’re finally here.” Valkries nodded. “Come, sit. The coffee is getting cold.”
After everything — she says that. Of course she does. That quality was always hers.
This was the first meeting of the three senior lords since the Western Front had opened. An event of consequence for the race by any reckoning.
The only presence without standing was the human seated beside Nightmare Lord.
He had heard the name from Serakkas: Roland, King of Graycastle. The architect of every setback the Western Front had suffered. Yet also, through some mechanism Hackzord still found half-absurd, the reason this meeting was possible at all. The irony was thick enough to set.
He took a proper look at Roland before settling beside Serakkas. The chair absorbed him in a way that registered, somewhere, as the particular luxury of a ruler. A few empty paper cups sat on the table. He had entered less than a minute behind Serakkas, yet already the three had the look of a longer conversation behind them.
Coffee. Was that what Serakkas was yearning for? Strange. She has no use for food outside of Red Mist.
“If I’m reading this correctly, both of you understand the situation.” Hackzord let the tangential thought go and focused. “Personally, I disagree with Serakkas’s position — it will only exhaust the little time we have — but she insists.” He looked to Valkries. “Once the Deity of Gods descends, vast swaths of the human kingdoms are destroyed. The only path of survival is evacuation. Immediately.”
Roland spoke. “How much time do we have?”
Hackzord held his gaze. “No more than seven days.”
Chapter 1433 - The Three Big Wigs of the Western Front
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
“You want to enter the Realm of Mind here?” Hackzord surveyed his surroundings, then cast his gaze to the ground beneath him.
Silent Disaster nodded.
“I think that the male human will not come again.” He quietly conjured another Distortion Door the size of a finger behind him and reached into it— only to touch soil. “And once the Deity of Gods starts its descent, it is irreversible. You’re merely wasting time.”
“If you don’t wish to come, you can leave first.” Serakkas remained unmoved.
“If I leave, how are you going to leave?” Hackzord subtly rolled his eyes. You’ve already made a move against Mask publicly, aren’t you just deliberately being spiteful by saying this? The King is sure to have realized the Sky Lord’s absence for the past few days, betraying his orders and not reporting the information they had, and causing incitement by reading the memories of this period… The charges were clear as day. But Hackzord knew that staying by Silent Disaster’s side increased his chances of survival in the event that the King dispatched other senior lords to deal with him.
He opened another Distortion Door a hundred meters deeper, but was still met with soil.
“It doesn’t matter if I can leave. Furthermore… you being out of ideas doesn’t mean the same for Valkries.”
Tsk, why don’t you recall who was the one who thought of a way to find Valkries. “What if she fails as well?”
“…” Silent Disaster did not reply.
After 500 meters in, the other side of the Distortion Door opened up into a hole. Hackzord fine-tuned the direction and his fingers quickly touched a blob of viscous liquid.
He immediately knew better.
“Have you ever considered grabbing the male human and leave by force?”
Silent Disaster’s gaze flickered but she quickly regained her calm. “I might be able to bring him away, but it will be difficult to keep him alive. You and I know how weak humans are. Before verifying Valkries’s location, I cannot take that risk.”
“Is that so…” Hackzord replied indifferently. Regardless, he could not leave her behind and be smashed by the Deity of Gods into smithereens. It was both for the race, and for himself.
“Someone’s coming.” Silent Disaster turned. “There’s more than one of them.”
Hackzord immediately opened a Distortion Door.
Very quickly, three humans appeared on the hill, one of which being the soldier responsible for handling the letter in the previous encounter. Although there were a few more of them, they were unable to pose a threat to Silent Disaster.
“His Majesty agreed to your request for an audience.” The leader walked to them and got to the point. “In a minute, the two of you will enter the Realm of Mind, but His Majesty has a condition.”
From the looks of it, this human king isn’t a complete coward for him to actually agree to Serakkas’ request. “What’s the condition?” Hackzord asked.
“The two of you have to be separated before entering the Realm of Mind. And the non-Magic Slayer has to wear this—” The human opened a box and took out a metal bracelet.
On the bracelet was a God’s Stone of Retaliation.
Rage immediately rose within Hackzord. He squinted his eyes and his tone of speech changed. “What is the meaning of this, do you think that I will bind myself for you humans to slaughter me?”
Although the leading soldier had fear on his face, he did not retreat. “Magic power is considered a weapon; it is only conventional for one to disarm themselves at an important meeting. This isn’t some sort of restraint. His Majesty believes that you have brought important information here, and have taken considerable risks to return. It is because of that that he does not want any accidents to happen.”
“And if I disagree?”
“You are free to leave, but you have to stay far away from this mountain before the next meeting,” the soldier insisted.
“Just do it; we don’t have the time.” Silent Disaster turned to Hackzord. “You can stay within your ability’s radius just like the first time. I do not understand why you insist on following me here.”
This person… must I say it out for you to understand! Sky Lord was momentarily at a loss for words. He realized that Serakkass’ rationality had cleared deteriorated after meeting with the Nightmare Lord and did not feel at ease leaving her alone. After finding out about everything, gaining the chance to meet Valkries and even eliminating the probability that it was all a trap laid out by the humans was definitely an extremely important matter. Whose side was she on now?
Without waiting for Hackzord to negotiate further, Serakkas walked over to the side and closed her eyes, ready to enter a calm state of mind.
Looking at the Deity of Gods that was constantly increasing in height, he felt dissatisfaction from the helplessness, and put on the bracelet.
This object doesn’t look difficult to break apart; the humans probably aren’t hoping to hold me captive with this, but to stall for time in the event
that I bring Silent Disaster underground.
Hackzord turned to the other two male humans behind the soldier… Despite being unarmed, Hackzord felt uneasy, feeling that they weren’t easy to deal with.
After a moment, Serakkas breathing calmed down.
Is it coming…
Hackzord acted nonchalant as he raised his hand and placed the multicolored magic stone that was disguised as a ring to his eye—
In that instant, a pillar of light as wide as a city wall appeared before him!
The pillar of light was so large that he had to look in both directions to see the end. In that instant, he felt as though he had returned to the island in the Bottomless Land.
This is… the Realm of Mind domain that Silent Disaster mentioned to be as big as a city?
He started to believe the words spoken by the humans.
To wield such overwhelming ability, perhaps they truly had a method to unraveling the secrets behind the Battle of Divine Will.
Hackzord took a deep breath, then slowly closed his eyes.
…
“The matter has fallen to this state and Mask has activated Plan B ahead of time. With him prepared, I am unable to ascertain if he is alive or not.”
When Sky Lord opened his eyes again, he realized that he was in a cramped house—the room was definitely not qualified to serve as a King’s chamber. Silent Disaster seemed to be explaining the situation with Valkries seated before her.
To once again see the mobile Nightmare Lord, Hackzord felt as though he was pulled back into the past.
“You’re finally here.” Valkries nodded. “Come, have a seat. The coffee is about to get cold.”
After experiencing so many unimaginable things and yet be able to speak so casually, it definitely is her style…
It became the first meeting between the three senior lords since the start of the battle at the Western Front.
It was undoubtedly a major event for the race.
The only unqualified participant was the human seated next to Nightmare Lord.
He had long heard of the human’s name from Silent Disaster—the King of Graycastle, Roland. He was also the main reason for their repeated setbacks at the Western Front.
But it was also because of him that the three were able to meet. This made Hackzord feel mixed emotions. He had met with countless deficiencies during the war, and yet didn’t fail when it came to the meeting which implied betraying the King. It was truly ironic.
He took a good look at Roland before taking a seat by Serakkas’s side. The seat was extremely soft, almost allowing him to sink in, giving him a taste of the luxury a ruler had. Sky Lord also noticed the few empty paper cups on the table. Although he had entered the Realm of Mind less than a minute after Serakkas, it looked as though the three already had a long conversation.
Coffee… is that what Serakkas was yearning to drink?
Strange, she shouldn’t have any requests for any type of ‘food’ aside from the Red Mist.
“If I’m right, the two of you should be extremely clear of the situation right now.” Hackzord suppressed his distracted thoughts and focused on the matter
at hand. “Personally, I do not agree with Silent Disaster’s view because it will only waste the little time we have, but she insists on doing so.” At this time, he looked towards Nightmare Lord. “Once the Deity of Gods descends, large areas of the human kingdom will be destroyed. The only possible way of surviving is to escape.”
“How much time do we have?” Roland asked.
“Not more than seven days,” Hackzord replied gravely.