The Elf Journey In The Western Fantasy World-Chapter 194: Voices of the Fallen

Just as he opened his mouth to ask what was going on, he heard his steward’s soft voice whispering in his ear, "Don’t look. Children shouldn’t look at things like this, or they’ll have nightmares at night. Don’t worry, Your Majesty—none of your people have been harmed. The only ones injured are bad people. There will be no collateral damage."

Upon hearing this explanation, Anos’s tense heart was only half relieved. But almost immediately, it tensed up again.

The steward’s words clearly implied that there was danger within the demon army.

As soon as this thought occurred to him, worry took over his mind. Countless scenes of scheming and backstabbing from television dramas in his past life began playing through his head, one after another, impossible to dispel.

"You—"

Anos hadn’t even gotten his question out when Sebastian interrupted him.

"There’s no need to worry. Nothing is wrong. What’s happening now is something we arranged in advance, which means we were already aware of it beforehand. That’s why I told you not to worry—there won’t be any casualties. Now I need to go take care of things. I’ll cast a spell to prevent these disturbing sounds and images from bothering you. Everything is under our control."

After saying this, Sebastian slowly removed his hands.

The pitch-black world in front of Anos gradually brightened. But everything he saw was hazy and indistinct, as if it had all been pixelated.

Yes—pixelated.

Anos’s eyes became lifeless.

Help. Why is there still censorship pixelation in this new world?! That doesn’t even make sense!

What could Anos say to that? He could only continue smiling.

Once Sebastian had carefully handled all of this, he stepped forward, ready to deal with Yaguk Theocracy—the flea that had been jumping around nonstop.

Before, they hadn’t taken Yaguk Theocracy seriously because it simply wasn’t worth the effort. Who would bother to deal with a clown?

But now things were different.

Even though Yaguk Theocracy was still a clown putting on a silent show, it was now a clown that had become greedy, one that was eyeing the treasures of the demon realm.

And that... could not be allowed.

What was happening now had been arranged long ago.

Self-degrading demons and greedy humans truly were a perfect match, in a twisted sort of way.

As that thought crossed his mind, Sebastian’s expression grew even colder.

His gaze fell upon the howling Fallen Demons as he began scanning the crowd, searching for that one specific Fallen Demon he wanted to find. But unfortunately, he found nothing.

It was as if that demon didn’t even exist among them.

However, he wasn’t worried that the one he sought had disappeared. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"So you’ve come crawling back again... I truly didn’t expect that. I wonder who gave you the courage to return. His Majesty Phenex once gave you all a chance, and it seems you’ve done nothing but squander it. Living like rats, scuttling about like parasites—is that truly the path you’ve chosen, Nueronist Mekongawa?" Sebastian spoke calmly, with a trace of genuine confusion, as if he couldn’t understand why they would choose such a road.

Hearing those words, Nueronist Mekongawa—the leader of the Fallen Demons, who had been hiding while clutching a searing wound—could no longer hold himself back.

Enduring the burning pain, he stepped forward from his hiding place, choosing not to remain in the shadows any longer.

He scoffed at Sebastian’s words, his tone filled with contempt. "How ridiculous. It’s easy for you to say that when you’re not the one suffering! Of course, it’s painless to speak from your privileged position. We’ve always been the ones ridiculed, humiliated, and despised within the demon race. How could we possibly be like you?!"

"Only idiots would treat Phenex Marchosias’s words as absolute truth! The rules of the demon race were never meant for us to survive under. And once he ascended to power, we had even less room to exist. The entire demon race worships strength and preaches survival of the fittest—so how are those of us born weak supposed to survive? Are we just supposed to accept our fate and die out? Forced to live in the harshest corners of the demon realm, suffering from endless shortages, going hungry one day and half-starved the next—do you have any idea what that kind of life is like?!"

Nueronist’s words were drenched in resentment and bitterness—resentment toward the Demon King, toward reality, toward everything. He cursed the injustice of the heavens and bore hatred for his own kind.

Sebastian grew even more puzzled. "But wasn’t His Majesty Phenex trying to root out parasites like you? You’ve blamed all your suffering on other demons, but isn’t it because you’re lazy and indulgent, convinced that your weakness gives you the moral high ground? You freeload and refuse to improve yourselves."

"Are you seriously claiming yours is the only weak race? What a joke." Sebastian was finally growing angry. He couldn’t help but laugh in disbelief. "Open your eyes and look around you—do you really think there are no races weaker than yours? Take a good look! The race called the ’Imps’—are they not also weak?"

Nueronist’s face flushed red. He was completely at a loss for words.

He had always pushed the blame for his race’s decline onto others, especially onto the previous Demon King, Phenex Marchosias. Only by doing so could they maintain some semblance of self-justification. But now, that comforting illusion had been shattered. What remained, laid bare under the harsh sunlight, was nothing but self-pity and self-inflicted degeneration.

But... was this truly the path they had wanted to choose?

Had anyone ever even asked them whether they wanted this?

For a moment, Nueronist felt both pitiful and ridiculous.

A flicker of hatred and mockery passed through his eyes. "You really think you’ve won? Wipe that smug expression off your face and guard your precious treasure carefully. Who knows what might happen to him?"

His tone was dripping with venom.

Before Sebastian or the others could respond, Nueronist abruptly turned his rage upon his supposed allies.