On the battlefield, there were countless soldiers from different races and races, fighting against one race, the demons.
Despite the problems and differences in customs and traditions between humans, elves, angels, orcs, barbarians, and dwarves, who rarely appear or talk to the rest of the other races and races, they found themselves united in the face of one enemy, namely demons, who wanted to destroy their world and exploit its resources, according to their point of view.
In the middle of the battle, there were six people of different races fighting the Demon King, among them Daniel De Moliard.
Daniel was at the forefront of them, like any hero in a fantasy novel, except that he was not its hero, but merely a secondary character.
He smiled slightly, while pointing his sword towards the Demon King, who was also injured.
"Your end has come, Demon King, Akathir Reiner! Two hundred years of continuous fighting and battles have passed until we reach this awaited moment!
Akateer Reiner kept looking towards Daniel and his comrades, who were standing with great difficulty due to the severe injuries they had sustained while fighting him.
Which made him draw a clear sarcastic smile on his face, then he looked back at Daniel, and spoke in a tone full of mockery:
"It's okay, Daniel, even if I die or lose, remember one thing: you did not fight the true Demon King. "I am just a devil who has ascended the throne, and I have no power over even a single sin."
"The Demon King must control all sins at the same time, and they must not be part of his personality. It has existed since before the existence of your race of scum, led by you, Daniel de Moliard. "You De Moliards are just a walking pile of filth."
"From your founder to the last one of you, you have committed dirty deeds for your own personal gain. The head of a family must always be a scumbag, isn't I right, Daniel?
Daniel's eyes narrowed as he listened to Akateer Reiner's provocative and insulting words towards his family, but he did not care about that; What matters to him now is ending this war, whatever the cost.
He released the konoa from his body, as he looked at him, a golden aura swirling around his body like a burning fire, marking the beginning of the final round of battle that would determine the victor of the war.
The same applies to Akateer Reiner, whose body emanated an overwhelming reddish-black aura, while he in turn pointed his sword at Daniel.
The atmosphere was tense, which everyone present could sense, even though they were several meters away from the scene of their fight.
They both took off at the speed of light, and their swords collided, releasing an extremely powerful sound that could be heard over several kilometers.
Then they both launched towards each other, exchanging blows at an insane speed that Daniel's companions could not comprehend.
Noriana, who was an elf, spoke in amazement as she leaned on a rock to take a rest:
"His strength is so terrifying! It seems that the fortune teller was not lying when she called him the hero who would defeat the Demon King, but he...."
"But he will die for it, that's what the oracle said at the time."
Argon, who was a barbarian, spoke as he put down his weapon and watched the battle.
"However, there is still a possibility that he will remain alive until the end of his battle against Akateer Reiner."
Noriana turned her gaze towards Arghun, who looked worried; Daniel was their companion throughout two hundred years of fighting against the demons.
And the day they win, he himself will die. This is the same day they will lose their leader and comrade. Moreover, they could not fight, because they had drained every ounce of strength in their bodies.
Which made them just watch what was happening, without doing anything, except watching the battle between him and the Demon King Akathir Reiner.
On the other hand, both Daniel and Akateer Reiner's condition was extremely poor due to the injuries they suffered during their fight.
They both fell to the ground after they had completely exhausted their strength, and crimson blood flowed from their bodies.
Both of them were breathing with great difficulty while leaning on their swords.
However, there was a smile of enjoyment on both of their faces, as they looked at each other.
It was a fun battle that they both enjoyed, a battle that would determine the fate of the entire world.
«Kh... kh... kh... You're so strong, Daniel! Even as mobile scum, on the battlefield you are an opponent worthy of respect!"
Akateer Reiner spoke while coughing blood from his mouth, however, his appearance remained solemn despite all those serious injuries he had suffered.
The same applies to Daniel, who looked at him with looks full of enthusiasm and determination.
"And you are nothing but a sentimental fool, Akater Reiner. However, you are an opponent to be reckoned with, with a resolve that cannot be broken."
Daniel took a deep breath, while looking at Akateer Reiner for several seconds, before they charged towards each other with all their remaining strength.
In order to carry out their final suicidal attack, each of them directed a strong blow to the other's neck, as it was their last attack, and they were determined that neither of them would survive.
If I die, you will die with me.
However, a slight smile remained on Daniel's face, as the sword pierced his neck.
"You fool, this will be the end of you. As for me, it is just a stage on my path to power."
Their heads then separated, and signs of shock appeared on Akateer Reiner's face, while sarcasm appeared on Daniel's face.
The bodies of both of them fell to the ground, blood flowing abundantly from their necks like a fountain, declaring the end of the war.
The looks of Daniel's followers, Akathir's followers, Reiner, and his companions held a mixture of happiness and shock.
The soldiers fighting on Daniel's side were happy about the death of the Demon King Akathir Rainer, ignoring Daniel's death; Their desire was to eliminate the demon king.
As for the Demon King's followers, they lost the desire to fight, so they fled to their world again.
In the end, the leader is the pillar that strengthens the army's resolve and unites it, and without him, its members become like a headless snake, in a state of chaos.
In the midst of this chaos, Argon grabbed a giant trumpet that acted as an amplifier.
"Soldiers of various races, humans, angels, elves, orcs, and barbarians! The day of battle is over, and our common enemy is over! We have fought together for two hundred years!"
"After this battle, the choice remains for you: either mutual peace and coexistence, so that each of us stays away from the other, or return to your previous foolishness and fight aimlessly just to show who deserves to be the ruler of the world in which we live!"
"The decision is yours. I, Arghun, of the barbarian race, bear witness to the god of war, Valahara, that I respect all my comrades who have fought with me for the past two hundred years, and I expect the same from you!"
The soldiers stopped fighting, letting the demons return to their homeworld, as they looked at Argon, who was standing with Noriana and Starfall of the dwarves, Ysa'il of the angels, and Ektarfel of the orcs.
Then they turned their eyes to each other, with a mixture of happiness and mockery of fate; How can those who were their enemy yesterday become those who protect their backs, sleep in the same place and eat at the same table?
A thousand years of peace passed between humans and the rest of the races, according to the records of the world, without any intention of civil war breaking out between them.
However, none of the other heroes appeared after that war, as if they had disappeared from the world. However, their memory remained present in stories and novels that were written in different ways, according to each ethnicity, as each of them featured their heroes as main characters in their novels.
However, they agreed on one thing: Daniel de Moliard ended the war, and Aragon made peace with one speech, which lasted for a whole thousand years, so that Daniel became a symbol of heroism, and Argonne a symbol of peace.
Meanwhile, in the city of Gusembourg, on Thursday, June 4, 675, at 07:30 AM, on the first day of the festival in which they will celebrate the day they both defeated the Demon King and saved their world.
Reinhardt was looking at the courtyard of the Vrselkin Academy, which was decorated and garish to welcome the festival.
Then he turned his gaze towards a picture on his desk, showing the heroes who fought the Demon King at that time, including Daniel, who was being carried on his father's shoulder, or so it seemed.
He spoke in a mocking tone, while looking at the academy square and the city of Gusembourg, which was considered part of the academy, and its area was very large, the size of a major city in the real world.
"Who would have thought that they would be able to prepare Versalkin Academy in four days? Residents, students and teachers made a great effort to prepare for this day."
"Juan 4th, the day the two-hundred-year-long war against the demon world ended. Who would have thought that it would last a thousand years or more?
He turned his gaze towards his assistant, who was entering his office while holding his electronic tablet in his right hand, with signs of seriousness appearing on his features.
He continued his way into Reinhardt's office with steady, elegant steps.
"happy holiday! I hope you are well, late Daniel de Moliard. "You were a champion in every sense of the word."
Reinhardt's facial features remained calm and uninterested, which made his assistant think that he was upset; After Daniel's death, Reinhardt treated the de Moliard family like scum and tried to divide it like a cake among the rest of the nobles who were under the authority of the Duchy of De Moliard at that time.
But he proved himself five years after Daniel's death. On the face of it, this was considered more suspicious than miraculous; Miracles come after hints, but Reinhardt's transformation from trash to the strongest human overnight made some feel like something wasn't right.
However, no one dared to say it at that time; Because he was serving their interests, and now because he was able to wipe out anyone who dared to be an obstacle in his way.
"What is it, Master Maximilian? Why did you come here? Did something happen?
Reinhardt's tone was calm as he moved to his desk chair.
Maximilian kept looking at him with calm eyes, trying to maintain his calm; The tone of Reinhardt's voice was enough to make his heart tense for several minutes.
He spoke in a calm and respectful tone, while looking at his electronic tablet:
"Sir Reinhardt de Moliard, the guests of honour, the Kings of the Empires: Angels, Elves, Barbarians and Orcs, and the rulers of the realms of Elves and Dragons, are about to arrive. "Do you want the first-year students, Yuta Caseral from the Elite Class, Jia Guilford from the Legends Class, and Cloud Yulgade from the Normal Class, to greet them?"
Reinhardt remained silent as he listened to Maximilian; Yuta was a hybrid between several entities: a demon, a dragon, an angel, and a Saiyan, and he did not understand how he got his genes from that race.
This could cause complex problems, however, at the same time Yuta was someone to be reckoned with and could easily make things work to his advantage.
He spoke in a calm tone, as he checked information about updates in the city of Gusmburg, as a matter of routine; Because Shane Akater William, Duke of the Kingdom of Athrias, left this responsibility to him, or so it was for Reinhardt.
"You can make them do it. After all, they are the top three students in each class currently, and moreover, they would study in the same class if they had the chance to go to the Heavenly Immortals Academy."
His deputy bowed slightly, then left Reinhardt's office, because he understood from his looks that the discussion ended here.
Elsewhere, Yuta was sitting in his room, as he recalled his encounter with Amon and his words that were still etched in his mind.
However, it was impossible for someone of Yuta's stature to forget those words no matter how hard he tried.
"How are you, part-daddy, Yuuto? "Master of the Ruler's Path, I am excited to meet you, but you don't seem so… Isn't that right, Master Yuta Caseral?"
The question of Amon being the son of the Great Outcast, who made him part of himself, or so to speak, of his own ruling personality, and at the same time the creator of the entire world of the novel in all its twenty-seven paths, was something in which Yuuta was not interested.
Rather, what mattered to him was that Amon was actually his son, which made him the most powerful entity after the Great Outcast and the Nameless, who are considered the two most powerful entities in the story I am inside my novel.
Moreover, Yuta suspected that Amon had something to do with his death at the hands of Zhao Liyong in his previous life.
However, he did not have any evidence, and the ability of the Ruler's Eye was currently sealed. Even if it had worked, he would not have been able to see Amun when he had been using it for the past seventy thousand years, before he was incarnated in this body.
A deep sigh escaped Yuta's mouth; There were several setbacks that were constantly occurring, and although the main course of the story of The Dragon Angel in a World of Fantasy did not interest him, he did not mind if events went off course and became different; It's basically far from where it took place, and on top of that, it was all directly related to Son Goku.
It is also just a story that will end at the end of the academy, after which the real story will emerge.
"Three years will really be a break for these useless idiots: Gray, Yoruichi, Lucy, Tom, Armin, and Jian Yi to develop. You will be useful to me in the future, I just have to leave you to mature and become qualified to be my future pawns."
"The world hides so much that I no longer know if I see everything, or if there is only what they allow me to see. It will be a bright and dark future, but I will come out of it stronger. Nameless, Amon, and even the Great Outcast, of which I am a part, I will transcend to become an absolute entity in the world of I am the Great Outcast."
Yuta's tone of voice held a hint of sarcasm as he looked into the void with eyes glowing with a cold crimson glow.
Then he turned his gaze again towards the light blue system screen, which appears whenever you want, at any time you want, with an addition that can be written and erased.
\[Important: Governor's Path tasks
Objective 1: Help the rightful protector of the Tree of Existence, Ji Yao Li.
Reward Difficulty: ??????
Ruler's robe
From rank: ??????
Abilities: Absolute immunity to everything that exists and does not exist.
Important Note: Since Great Creation Venerable Yuuto's candidate completed the first main quest approximately three years and nine months early, several mandatory sub-quests will be imposed on him.
Punishment for failure: Return to the first origin.
Sub-Mission 01: Gather the heroes and make them ready for the upcoming War of Paths and what comes after.
Reward: ??????
Duration: 3 years.
Rank: ??????
Sub-quest 02: Help the descendant of Sardai Time and facilitate his path to becoming the strongest.
Reward: ??????
Duration: Until the end of the year 675 AD.
Rank: S.
Sub-mission 03: Help Alessandra's allies become able to fight in the War of the Paths and what will happen next.
Reward: ??????
Duration: 3 years.
Rank: ??????
Important note: Mandatory subtasks will be placed with each main task.
Target 2 has not been revealed.
Target 3 has not been revealed.
Target 4 has not been disclosed.
Target 5 has not been disclosed.
Task Duration: Permanent.\]
However, he didn't care; The obligatory subquests had appeared a long time ago, even before he had set out to make Zhao Li, Alessandra, and Tom team up to make Ji Yao Li come back.
To him, the reason for creating these trivial mandatory sub-tasks that forced him to remain in this world was ridiculous. Otherwise, he would have left long ago.
He canceled the system message while clearing his mind; He was feeling a headache due to the events happening at the moment.
A lot of things were happening quickly, and he had to keep up with them, which made him realize that things were not easy, and they would not always be in his favor.
While Yuta was busy with his thoughts, he heard a knock on his door.
He adjusted his position and facial expressions, then spoke in his usual tone of voice, while looking towards the door:
"You may come in, Maximilian, deputy to Duke Reinhardt de Moliard."
Maximilian's face appeared in astonishment as he listened to Uta Caseral's words, then he entered his house to find him sitting in a chair next to a window overlooking the atmosphere of the Vrselkin Academy.
"You want me to welcome the guests to the Verselkin Academy, don't you, Maximilian?"
A smile of admiration appeared on Maximilian's face as he looked towards Yuta, whose facial features were full of confidence.
However, he did not seem surprised; He had searched around Yuta, and although the information about him was normal, it became suspicious after he left the Caseral family.
He spoke, breaking the silence, as he tried to understand what Yuta was thinking and why Reinhardt had confidence in his abilities:
"Yes, that's true. You, Jia Guilford from the Legends Class, and Cloud Yulghead from the Ordinary Class, will receive the guests and escort them inside Vrselkin Academy."
Yuta opened his eyes as he looked at him, an incomprehensible smile on his lips that made Maximilian feel goosebumps.
"We will be very hospitable, Master Maximilian. Wait and you will see the beauty of this year's festival."
Maximilian remained silent for several seconds, before bowing slightly as he spoke:
"Please excuse me, I will leave now."
Maximilian went straight out of the room; Because he feels that he is in front of someone who you should not make your enemy at all costs.
After Maximilian left, a spark of determination appeared in his eyes, as he knew that he had to regain his full strength before any untoward trouble occurred.
He spoke in a calm tone of voice, while recalling past events:
"At the very least, if I hurry, it will take me two years to fully regain my strength."
Then he left his room, heading towards the meeting place, which was at the gate of Versalkin Academy.