sjar Chapter 256: The Hero's Epic
Chapter 256: The Hero's Epic
Witt flipped through the documents quickly, and Elki described in detail, from the perspective of the Sami tribe and the Cyclops, the local people's understanding of the disaster and how they dealt with it.
Based on Roy's previous introduction to the origin of the demons, as well as his own research with the Witch King, Fremont supplemented the content about the "wasteland" or the subspace.
As the speaker of the Ursus Imperial Parliament, Witte's understanding of the demons is not as comprehensive and detailed as that of the military responsible for the internal security plan, but he can see that the contents of the document are true and reliable.
Witt was amazed at Kazdel's knowledge of the demons, because unless the defense line in the northern border of Ursus was breached, the demons should not appear in the central area of Terra where Kazdel was.
Then how did they come into contact with the evil spirits?
Could it be that the giant beast that appeared on the ice field that day was Kazdel's tool for capturing evil demons?
Too many questions kept coming to his mind, and the more Witt looked down, the more his brows furrowed.
Because according to what was mentioned in the document, Kazdel seemed to be conducting various experiments on the demons, and perhaps they also realized the power of the demons.
The Ursus military used the demon fragments and imprisoned them in the bodies of soldiers through mysterious and unknown rituals, creating inner guards who possessed demonic power.
They are the ultimate weapon to fight against the invasion of evil spirits and the sharpest knife in the hands of the emperor.
Witt doesn't want to see other countries develop weapons like the Inner Guard, especially the Sarkaz, whose individual combat power is already very strong.
Ursus must ensure the uniqueness and distinctiveness of its interior defense technology.
Because the document was very thick and the time for their private conversation was limited, Witt only read the first ten or so pages before closing the document and putting it back on the desk.
"Mr. Roy, as you said, the contents of the document are very important to Ursus. I wonder where you came into contact with the disaster? And when did you start studying it?"
At this moment, Witt's eyes were sharp and his expression was serious, completely different from his previous gentle and friendly appearance.
"Thousands of years ago, a branch of the Sarkaz left Kazdel and went to live in seclusion in the Arctic Icefield. Together with the local Sami tribe, they fought against the evil demons."
"After the war, this branch sent representatives back to Kazdel, bringing information about the demons."
"Chairman Witte, in your opinion, is there a way to completely resolve the disaster that threatens the safety of the entire land?"
After answering Witt's question, Roy also asked him a question.
"At least we can't do that now. We don't know where the disasters come from? How are they born? What is the source of their power? Without finding the answers to these questions, we can't even tell the direction to move forward..."
Witt pointed out the problem. Ursus must want to completely solve the threat of the disaster. This will relieve the pressure on the North and use more elite forces to deal with the threats from neighboring countries.
Of course, resolving the threat of disasters does not mean that the number of internal guards will decrease. Instead, it should increase.
The more you understand the disaster, the higher the success rate of the ritual to create the inner guard will be, and the more stable the demon fragments implanted in the inner guard will be. The number of Ursus inner guards is expected to exceed 60.
"In fact, the source of the disaster is explained in the document, but it's in the later part..." Roy took the document and turned to the last few pages, pointing to the star gate outlined with stick figures on it.
By the way, all the illustrations about demons in the document were drawn by Elki himself.
On the one hand, there is no visual record, and on the other hand, there is a fear that evil spirits may contaminate those who read the documents through photos.
"...Is there really such a huge structure in the ice field? Is the source of the disaster here?"
By comparing the mountains in the sketch, Witt had a basic idea of the size of the star gate, but at the same time he began to question the authenticity of the information.
"I'll take you to see it with your own eyes if I get a chance." Roy had a friendly smile on his face, which made Witt a little nervous.
"If that megastructure is really the source of the disaster, then isn't it an extremely dangerous place? Is that something I can go to?"
......
At the banquet hall, the stage for the performance was ready. Five young sirens in black dresses and black veils walked onto the stage gracefully, carrying their own musical instruments.
The noisy venue fell silent as the guests waited for the performers to perform.
The music and dance of the Banshees have a long tradition, and the themes of their songs are mostly taken from the heroic deeds of the ancient Sarkaz.
To some extent, every song passed down on the stone tablets of the Banshee tribe is a grand heroic epic.
The banshees, whose faces could not be seen clearly, blew the instruments in their hands. The melodious tunes echoed softly in the banquet hall, bringing everyone present to a desolate ancient battlefield.
The leading banshee took out a pale bone pen and wrote a golden spell in the void, which lingered around her.
The high and piercing singing, wrapped in a violent storm, rushed towards the warring parties. The sound of swords clashing, warriors roaring, spells bombarding and exploding, like a tsunami, impacted the guests' floating consciousness.
The high and low notes in the music alternated with each other, and the battle between the two sides became more and more intense. Countless soldiers were killed and wounded, and their blood dyed the earth red, and together with the rain, it gathered into a flowing stream.
The accompaniment slowly faded out of the music, leaving only the pure and clean female voice, echoing between heaven and earth.
At this time, there was only one tall Sarkaz warrior left on the battlefield.
One of the horns on his head was broken, and his left hand was almost cut off, hanging limply at his side. His body was shaky and he could only stand with the support of his weapon.
He survived and became the only winner in this brutal battle.
The passionate accompaniment returned with the lightning in the sky, hymning the birth of the Sarkaz hero.
......
"Well, not bad. It has some of the style of my youth. Aifanil, what do you think?" Lamaren supported her head with one hand and watched the performance on the stage with great interest.
"The aunts performed very well, but they are still not as good as mother." Aifanil spoke his true feelings. When he was a child, he accidentally saw his mother singing alone facing the quiet valley at night.
The two moons are the lights that illuminate the stage, the twinkling stars in the night sky are her audience, the evening breeze becomes her skirt, and the dew turns into gems to embellish her dress.
The ethereal singing seems to come from the lake at the end of the river, or from the gentle whispers beside the pillow.
If the Lady of the Lake in the story really existed, she must be his mother, Aifanil firmly believed at the time.
"..." Nieci Lei floated quietly in the air. The old man felt some emotion about the battle depicted in the song.
He couldn't remember how many times he had experienced this kind of battle. Countless battles had earned Niezlei the title of "God of War".
However, putting aside these false reputations, he is just an ordinary old man who cares about the quality of life of the younger generations of his tribe.