Antipa didn’t actually know what would happen if the Demon God’s flesh and blood were added to the forbidden spell, but whether it was the instinct of the Mage or his own curiosity, he was compelled to do so.
That was the flesh and blood of a god. As long as it was proven that the Demon God’s flesh and blood were useful for Supremacy Magic, it would mean that the Demon Clan had another trump card.
At this time, the Demon Clan’s forces had all been deployed into the Eastern Border, and Antipa was ready to board a ship and head directly to the Eastern Border.
Just as Antipa was waiting for specific news regarding the Supremacy Magic, a guard suddenly came to report that there had been an unusual situation with the Demon God.
Antipa calculated the time and realized that it was probably around the moment when Altan was casting Supremacy Magic in the Eastern Border. He quickly rose and arrived at the site of the Demon God’s corpse.
He saw that the flesh and blood on the Demon God’s corpse was pulsating continuously. It wasn’t like before, merely twitching like a neural reflex; it seemed as if it had come back to life, the entire corpse gently rising and falling, as if it were breathing.
Many members of the Demon Clan had already knelt down devoutly, as they truly believed in the fabricated doctrine, considering this their deity.
However, Antipa would not really believe that the excavated thing was a god of the Demon Clan; he could only say it was the one most compatible with the Demon Clan, and he wouldn’t feel any sense of desecration or profanation.
“Cut more flesh and blood from the Demon God and deliver it to the warriors.”
Antipa instructed his subordinates unemotionally.
It was obvious that the Demon God really did react to Supremacy Magic; this corpse probably hadn’t truly died.
Not long after, a subordinate reported to Antipa that the new flesh and blood of the Demon God could enable the warriors to turn into Demon God Offspring while retaining more rationality, which meant that it would be easier to give birth to the brain-level Demon God Offspring.
Furthermore, the warriors who consumed this Demon God flesh would become even stronger.
Upon hearing this news, Antipa’s expression finally showed some fluctuations.
Does this mean that the stronger the vitality of this corpse, the better the efficiency of the flesh cut from it?
Antipa had a bold idea: if further stimulation could awaken the Demon God, could the warriors created from the Demon God’s flesh help the Demon Clan to conquer this world?
Let alone the Royal Capital, perhaps even the Northern Border could be easily taken.
But Antipa quickly calmed down, suppressing his excitement, and said, “Have someone properly document these results and compare them with the former Demon God flesh, then urge the scouts to find out what happened over in the Eastern Border.”
After receiving orders, his subordinates left.
At that moment, Antipa hesitated. What if this corpse truly came back to life? After all, what exactly was this corpse? The Demon Clan didn’t truly understand it, and they didn’t know what attitude it would hold towards the Demon Clan upon revival.
But there was no denying that it was precisely because of this corpse that the Demon Clan possessed that terrifying power.
Could the Demon Clan retreat? That was impossible; Antipa knew in his heart that with the earlier combination of attacks against the Northern Border, they had already become deadly enemies.
If they abandoned this corpse that could bring them power, the Northern Border would likely annihilate the Demon Clan at the first opportunity. So even knowing that continuing to study this corpse might lead to irreparable consequences, Antipa couldn’t stop.
If there was someone to blame, it was the Northern Border.
At this moment, in the Eastern Border of Cape, the area where Supremacy Magic was being cast had already turned into a hell on earth. Black rain was pouring down in this area, and all the people who had large surface contact with the rain had turned into a puddle of sludge-like monsters, continuously devouring everything around them.
At first, these monsters seemed to retain a trace of human consciousness, but more and more monsters had already been consumed, leaving behind only bodies that followed instincts.
The dark clouds in the sky spread outwards from the original center of the area where the rain fell.
The Demon Clan who remained in the Eastern Border under the pretext of doing business had all transformed into an army, beginning an attack on the territories in the Eastern Border, and there were constantly Demon Clan members boarding ships of the Avar Kingdom to land in the Eastern Border.
Demon God Offspring had even begun to appear in the Eastern Border.
At the beginning of the conflict at Jin Sui Ping, the Northern Border and the Demon Clan battled fiercely, leading many to misjudge the strength of both sides.
Even though the upper echelons of Cape understood how terrifying that war was, various rumors swirled among the lower ranks, leading to a generally incorrect perception of the power of the Demon Clan.
At first, there were professionals attempting to resist, but those who were blocked by the Demon God Offspring at Jin Sui Ping had no opponents in the Eastern Border after a brief confrontation, rampaging across the territories.
The first to react were the churches in the Eastern Border. Holy Light seemed to have a certain restraining effect on the Demon God Offspring and those monsters, but the strength of the Eastern Church was truly weak, and the Demon Clan had already realized this, beginning to tirelessly eliminate the church’s influence in the Eastern Border.
Some lords in the Eastern Border had already realized that war had started; the despicable Demon Clan had declared war without notice and began organizing professionals in their territories to resist. However, most lords chose to surrender directly, as the destruction brought by the Demon God Offspring, along with the appearance of those Sludge Monsters, made direct surrender to avoid becoming a Sludge Monster the best choice.
In the area where Supremacy Magic had initially been activated, people didn’t even have the right to surrender; it had completely turned into a red and black hell.
All of this happened too quickly. The range of influence of Supremacy Magic was even larger than imagined. Black rain poured from the sky, and no sounds of birds or beasts could be heard around; only the chaotic language of the Sludge Monsters remained.
A Bard was continuously tapping the keys of a transmission device in a secret room, as black rainwater seeped through the walls.
This was not due to poor waterproofing of the secret room, but because the entire secret room was now submerged in black rainwater. Even without the water seeping through, this Bard would be slowly dying in this underground chamber.
The magic power around was very strange; even the connection within the soul realm had completely failed, and the transmission device had sent countless messages but had not received a single response.
This strange torrential rain had completely sealed off information.
The Bard took out the letter previously sent by Lucanus, squatted on the chair, and began to read the letter, which mentioned that the developments in the Northern Border were going very smoothly, and they had even produced self-moving war chariots and cannons that could fire from the chariots. At this rate, restoring the glory of the Old Empire would no longer be a mere dream.
Watching the black rainwater seeping in, the Bard wrote down everything he had seen and heard today, placed it in a special envelope, stuffed it into the compartment of the transmission device, and pulled out a firearm from his pocket.
“Long live the Empire, may the glory of humanity endure forever!”
Bang!
The secret room fell silent.
