Magic Chronicles : Fallen Race

"Oh, my dear little one, don't be nervous."

Lordan spread his arms, shworing that Vielsia didn't need to be so wary of him. He had no hostility.

"You and I have both suffered betrayal from the same person. Miss Vielsia, don't you yearn for revenge?"

The Wicked Demon persuaded her patiently.

Ever since his projection was slain by Reji, Lordan immediately understood the Demon King's determination to eliminate him, especially since he "happened" to be carrying the Saving Relic from the Empire's Sage, which he had taken from the human envoy.

Now even if he made excuses, he couldn't explain it clearly.

So the Wicked Demon didn't hesitate at all and immediately dragged his seriously injured real body to escape from the Chaos Rift.

As for the Wicked Demon clan, it didn't matter. As long as he could live, that was enough.

As long as Lordan existed, using other races to recreate as many Wicked Demons as he wanted was an easy matter.

Because his "projection" was slashed by the Holy Sword, although Lordan's life was still intact, his strength couldn't even reach 30% of his usual level. In his panicked escape, he didn't have time to bring along some other items either.

It wasn't that Lordan didn't want to, but those items had been with him for too long and were stained with a strong Apostle aura, which was simply the best coordinate for the Demon King and other Apostles.

So Lordan brought nothing and didn't dare to use a shred of magic power, for fear that his Apostle aura would leak out. That's how he had been hiding until now.

Logically, he should have been desperately fleeing outward, but Lordan did the opposite. He was betting on a chance to hide in plain sight.

The Wicked Demon had been lurking in the royal city and indeed hadn't been discovered by the Demon King and the other pursuing Apostles.

But hiding like this forever was not a solution. Lordan knew that if he wanted to escape, he had to find another bait to replace him and attract the attention of the Demon King and the other Apostles.

In other words...

Let someone else share the Apostle aura on him.

Become a fake "Sixth Apostle" to cover for him.

This "fake" was not easy to find.

It wasn't a matter of just pulling a random human from the street. Even if Lordan was willing to endure the pain and split half of his "Apostle Core" to the other party as bait, the other party had to be able to withstand the powerful force of his "Core".

With the current frail humans, it was simply impossible.

But perhaps there was no dead end for him.

In the royal city, there was indeed someone who was a perfect fit for Lordan to complete his plan of "shedding the cicada's shell".

That's right.

It was the elven princess in front of him, who had been played with and then abandoned by the Demon King.

"Poor little one, it seems you still have dream about that person. Let me reveal the whole truth to you."

Lordan originally thought that after he proposed revenge, coupled with the bewitchment of his Wicked Demon's voice, the elf princess should have quickly succumbed. But seeing Vielsia's appearance, she was not shaken at all and instead had even greater hostility towards him.

The Wicked Demon was a little annoyed, but fortunately, he also had a backup plan.

Lordan crooked a finger at another shadowy corner, and a human girl slowly walked out. When Vielsia saw her appearance, her expression immediately changed.

"M-Miss Haila!?"

Vielsia recognized this young lady.

It was none other than Professor Yeno's eldest daughter.

Now Haila lowered her head and spoke to Vielsia in a hateful voice:

"It's Reji, everything is that damned teacher doing. Father, he was forced! He was forced by that person! Reji killed our whole family, brainwashed my father, my mother, and my sister, all of them, wooaah..." At the end, Haila was sobbing uncontrollably.

Using strong emotions to infect the elf girl opposite her.

At this time, Lordan continued to cooperate and said, "Little one, do you still not understand now? From beginning to end, you have always been just that man's toy. Everything of yours was designed by him. To that man, you are like a mouse under a cat's paw. He is enjoying the feeling of hunting."

"Little one, look again at this picture. The elves on it should be your kin, right?"

Lordan waved his hand and used faint, ghastly green magic power to sketch a few scenes on the ground.

On it were the corpses of those elves who had been tortured and devastated by Ariel.

Among them, some had their teeth pulled out, some had their skin burned. They had all suffered unspeakable abuse. Vielsia's breathing suddenly became rapid. She stared intently at her kin in the picture and of course recognized them. They were the group that was supposed to meet up with her in the royal city but had lost contact.

"How tragic." The Wicked Demon tsk-tsked.

"I feel sorry for them. your dear teacher tortured them for three days and three nights, yet they still kept your secret for you and never revealed it. Later, your teacher used evil spells to extract their souls, not letting them off, and only then did he obtain all the information."

"This is also how the Demon King was able to find you, why he was able to find your elven race."

The corners of Lordan's mouth curled into a smile.

Once he brought up the elven race, sure enough, Vielsia's emotions began to spiral out of control, hovering on the verge of collapse.

"That's right little one. Your elven race is also gone. That night, the Demon King led as many as five Apostles and surrounded your people in the outskirts. All your kin, even those little elven children, even a baby just a few years old, the Demon King spared no one."

"They were all mercilessly slaughtered. Your revered Great Elder was even forcibly violated by him, all your family has been reduced to a toy and pet for the demons to play as se# slaves."

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