The Elf Journey In The Western Fantasy World-Chapter 191: Hope Before the Fall

His entire attention was fixed on the deteriorating state of his knight corps.

He couldn’t stop himself from cursing under his breath: "Useless trash, all of them."

Still, what could he do now? He had no other choice but to rely on this group of "trash" to hold the line, for he needed to buy enough time for his allies. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

After all, his allies had only been able to infiltrate the lowest-ranking demon forces, and it would take both time and opportunity to get close to the Demon King in the rear.

Damn it. Damn it. Damn it!!!

Watching the number of his troops dwindle, the Pope could no longer suppress his boiling rage.

Thankfully, the miserable states of the other countries helped soothe him just a little.

The other countries weren’t like him; they hadn’t brought elite forces.

If his guess was correct, the rest of them had just casually brought some troops along as they did in previous years.

The combat strength of those people was nothing to write home about. Surely, their situation would be even more miserable than his country’s current predicament, right?

That’s what they got for not listening to him.

The Pope let out a malicious laugh, his mood now thoroughly twisted.

In the face of his own failure, he could only look for someone doing even worse to make himself seem not quite as much of a failure.

That way, he could find a fitting excuse and shift the blame for his mistakes elsewhere.

But when he turned his head, full of confidence, to look at his so-called allies, what he saw wasn’t rivers of blood or defeated, devastated troops.

The scene he imagined didn’t exist at all.

Those rulers who disagreed with him were merely hiding to the side under protective shields.

He could clearly see that the demons weren’t attacking them at all, on the contrary, they were actively avoiding them.

Even when the demons accidentally struck one of their formations, they would immediately halt their attacks.

This wasn’t right!!!

The Pope’s eyes widened to the point of tearing. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

Why?

Why was this happening!!!

This was unfair!!!

The Pope was overwhelmed by rage, his entire mind consumed by unwillingness and disbelief.

He couldn’t even think straight, couldn’t comprehend why the demons were ignoring the other nations. Or rather, deep down, he already had the answer, but he didn’t dare to accept it.

He couldn’t accept that those he had always looked down on had already betrayed him.

Or perhaps, those people had never stood on his side from the very beginning.

From long, long ago, he had been fighting alone, like a clown performing a monologue on stage.

Pathetic. Laughable.

That was the only way to describe him.

The kings from the other countries, who had been spectating from the sidelines, quickly noticed the poisonous, hate-filled gaze aimed at them.

They paused briefly. But once they realized it was coming from the Pope, they merely shrugged indifferently and, in a rare moment of mutual understanding, collectively chose to ignore him.

That one act pushed the Pope even closer to the edge.

He hated them with every fiber of his being. But at this moment, he had no way to get rid of them. He could only endure their mocking stares as they enjoyed the show. He truly couldn’t bear this humiliation, it was a total rejection of all his plans and arrangements.

It felt like a rejection of him as a person.

Once his "allies" succeeded, he swore he would repay today’s humiliation a hundredfold.

But for now, the Pope could only place all his hopes on those "allies."

Naturally, Illiya, who had the best vantage point to observe the drama unfolding on the continent’s side, didn’t miss any part of the farce. With just a bit of deduction, he could clearly guess the petty schemes that the Pope was plotting.

Drow, who had experienced all of this in his past life, also fully understood the Pope’s intentions. He easily guessed that the Pope had placed all his hopes on that group of "Fallen Demons" who had infiltrated the demon ranks.

But...

Drow suddenly reached out and poked Illiya’s arm, his voice hoarse as he asked, "Illiya, do you think that group of Fallen Demons has any chance of getting close to the Demon King?"

Illiya felt the slight poke on his arm and turned his head back in confusion.

After hearing Drow’s question, he took a moment to think it over seriously.

To be honest, he couldn’t really guess what the demons were planning either—l, but he could at least narrow it down to two possible scenarios.

Illiya said, "Hmm... to be honest, I’m not really sure what Sebastian and the others have in mind. But roughly speaking, there are two possibilities. One, Sebastian and the rest deliberately allowed the Fallen Demons to approach, just so that at the moment when they think they’re about to succeed, they can be dealt a fatal blow. Or two, they never give the Fallen Demons any chance to get close in the first place, completely cutting off all possibilities and letting their plan fail right from the start."

After hearing Illiya’s response, Drow quietly ran some calculations in his heart, thinking about which scenario would drive the Fallen Demons and the Pope into deeper despair.

The first possibility would bring more despair to the Fallen Demons.

The Fallen Demons agreed to cooperate with Yaguk Theocracy with one goal in mind, to find a target, preferably one that could successfully draw the demons’ attention.

Then, while attention was diverted, they would sneak in and try to assassinate the Demon King.

Even if they couldn’t kill the Demon King, wounding him would be enough to throw the demon faction into chaos.

To give someone hope, only to take it away at the last second, that kind of plummet from heaven to hell wasn’t something ordinary people could handle, especially after planning for over a hundred years.