On the surface of the sea, waves were stirred up!
It was a behemoth sailing rapidly.
Looking from afar.
This black warship was like a giant monster.
Its opened pitch-black sails were like its ferocious wings.
The enormous black hull seemed to devour everything.
"To be honest, I'm more curious about your identity, Yulian."
Holding the chicken soup carefully brewed by Yulian.
Wirbel looked at the Magic cannons fixed everywhere on the ship.
He was completely bewildered.
It was true that he had seen warships.
But this kind of warship, it was his first time seeing!
And when Yulian introduced it, he heard there were also barrier defense systems and automatic counterattack systems on the ship?
Huh?
What is this again?
In Wirbel's impression.
Wasn't naval warfare just both sides' archers shooting some rockets at each other?
Or for something more advanced, maybe some Mages casting normal attack Magic at each other?
Lower level ones might even land on others' ships for close-quarters combat.
What are you talking about barriers and Magic-guided cannons with me?
"You will know someday."
Yulian raised the porcelain bowl in his hand.
He made a toasting gesture towards Wirbel.
Wirbel nodded slightly.
And drank it all in one gulp.
"It tastes really good, this chicken soup actually has the fragrant scent of cherry blossoms."
Scharf couldn't help but ladle another bowl of chicken soup from the large pot and drank it heartily.
Ehre also licked her rosy lips.
She couldn't help but praise Yulian.
"So it turns out Mr. Yulian's cooking skills are the same as Wirbel's, both so..."
As she spoke.
Ehre felt her eyelids suddenly become heavy.
She couldn't help but lean towards the side of the ship next to her.
"Why do I feel... dizzy..."
Scharf also shook his head for a few seconds before.
Directly falling to the ground.
"Sorry about this."
Yulian smiled helplessly.
Immediately after, his gaze turned to Wirbel.
"Yulian, you?"
Wirbel found it very strange.
Logically speaking, Yulian had no ill intentions.
After all, if he wanted to harm them, there were plenty of opportunities.
But why... specifically now?
"Get some sleep, when you wake up, you'll be at the Imperial Capital."
Yulian shook his head.
The next second.
The sound of falling to the ground echoed, and at the same time.
A black tide appeared on the distant sea surface.
No, not a tide!
It was a naval fleet consisting of ships very similar to Yulian's black warship!
Countless pitch-black "behemoths" were slowly approaching Yulian!
"You are a Demon?"
Ehre had not yet lost consciousness.
She seemed to have strong resistance to the poison of Ice Pillar Cherry.
"I didn't expect it would be you who held out until the end."
Yulian was a little surprised.
Because Wirbel's performance had always been the best in the team.
He was outstanding in all aspects.
But he didn't expect that in the end, it was Ehre who resisted the Ice Pillar Cherry poison.
She didn't lose consciousness.
She's got some skills!
Yulian slowly walked towards Ehre.
No choice.
If you don't faint, I'll just have to knock you out myself.
"But I am..."
Ehre still wanted to say something.
But the next second, a dizzy spell hit.
The sound of her falling heavily to the ground echoed.
Ehre fell heavily to the ground.
Yulian stood frozen in place.
He rubbed his nose.
He smacked his lips.
That's it?
Yulian shook his head.
He walked to the bow of the ship.
Unlike real warships.
Because it was a product of Magic.
Yulian could control everything on the ship without going to the captain's control room.
Including propulsion.
Before crashing headfirst into the black tide.
Yulian's warship slowly came to a stop.
Yulian walked to the bow, standing with his hands behind his back.
Letting the sea breeze blow his flowing black hair.
He was waiting for Guval.
"Your Majesty..." With head horns resembling ram horns.
His face was ferocious.
His upper body was bare.
Guval, wearing only a pair of wide black pants, slowly walked from the inner cabin to the bow.
After looking Yulian face to face for a second.
He bowed down and knelt on one knee.
His face showed respect.
"Get up..." Yulian nodded slightly.
Seeing Guval's reaction was quite good, he couldn't help but feel relieved before asking.
"Guval, what is the current situation of the Demons?"
"Thank you, Your Majesty Demon King."
Guval thanked him with a ferocious grin.
But he remained kneeling.
"However, please understand, Your Majesty Demon King, I cannot tell you the current situation of the Demons."
"Why?"
Yulian frowned.
He looked at Guval in confusion.
"All of this is arranged by Lord Schlacht."
"What is Schlacht going to do?"
Yulian pressed the question.
However, Guval shook his head.
Besides this sentence, he refused to reveal another half-sentence of information about the Demons to Yulian.
"Never mind..." Seeing that he couldn't get any information.
Yulian was too lazy to ask further.
He arranged.
"Send someone to take them to the Imperial Capital seaport..." "I will go back to the Demon King's Castle with you."
Saying this, Yulian pointed to the unconscious Wirbel and others behind him.
He was about to jump onto Guval's warship.
However, Guval stood up.
And blocked him with his hand.
Guval grinned.
He didn't speak.
Yulian's brows furrowed into a 'river' shape.
He reprimanded.
"Guval, what are you doing!"
"Guval is just doing what he should be doing."
Guval shook his head with a smile.
His smile was always a ferocious smile.
However, one could read various meanings in his smile.
This was a helpless and bitter smile.
"I don't care what Schlacht told you, or what he made you do."
"But, you must remember that I am the King of the Demons!"
A trace of crimson stained Yulian's black eyes.
A powerful Demon being defied by a weaker Demon would always involuntarily feel angry!
"Your Majesty the Demon King."
Guval respectfully knelt down, lowering his head.
He saluted Yulian.
But he absolutely refused to let Yulian board the ship.
"What exactly do you want to do!"
Yulian was truly exasperated!
Guval was considered one of the few Great Demons he liked the most among these ones.
Yulian always had many topics to discuss with Guval regarding Magic.
Setting aside his identity as the Demon King.
The two were also considered both teacher and friend.
But what is going on today!
What kind of bewitching potion did Schlacht give him!
"I'll say this one last time..." "Move aside."
Yulian was furious.
But his tone calmed down.
A faint killing intent emanated from Yulian.
"Your Majesty Demon King, go to Mount Etwas."
"Aura is waiting for you there."
After Guval finished his last sentence.
He stood up.
He turned around without any defense and walked into the cabin.
Leaving only Yulian standing rooted to the spot.
The expression on his face was uncertain.
Yulian had two choices.
One was naturally to go to Mount Etwas as Guval said.
He should be able to get some information from Aura.
The other was to kill Guval.
And take over the fleet himself.
This way, he could naturally return to the Demons easily and question Schlacht about what exactly he wanted to do.
To complete this "suppression of rebellion."
Looking at the vast army of black-robed Demons kneeling on the deck.
The anger in Yulian's eyes faded.
The complex expression finally turned into helplessness.
Yulian controlled the warship and left.
He couldn't bring himself to act against Guval.
Then naturally, he could only go find Aura.
He hoped to find out what exactly happened from Aura.
That made Schlacht so crazy that he didn't hesitate to start a war with humans and drag the Demons into the war.