Volume 7 Mortals and Gods Chapter 792 Dark Demon God (…
When Iros returned to Genoa, the southern front had become noisy again.
At this time, the Holy Agreement has been basically completed. Including the Albrex Empire, the Batoria Empire, the Sirel Empire and the Principality of Shire, a total of twenty-six countries on the continent have joined the Holy Agreement and agreed to jointly fight against the Holy Agreement.
Imperial battle.
This is also the largest anti-church alliance on the continent of Toril since the founding of the Holy Empire for thousands of years.
The situation of the entire war situation is gradually becoming clearer.
As opposed to the Holy Entente, this alliance was called the Holy Alliance.
At this point, the two major war groups of the North and the South were formally formed, and an unprecedented human civil war began.
As if aware of the turmoil within the human race, countless foreign countries around the continent have also started to stir up trouble, especially those races that have had incomprehensible hatred with the human race for thousands of years.
Among them are huge alien empires such as dark elves and ratmen, as well as extremely powerful races such as froststorm giants.
Even the dark creatures hiding in the underground abyss are ready to move, hoping to fish in troubled waters and get more or less benefits.
Now that the camps of both sides have been clarified, at the junction of the southern border fronts of the Xirel Empire, the battle has become fierce again and the scale is rapidly escalating.
War wars broke out from time to time, and the number of deaths continued to rise.
But this is still just a trial battle. Both sides are still guarding the current war zone and will not easily step outside the zone.
However, both camps are accumulating strength and mobilizing troops for the upcoming war.
The war machines of almost every country are running at high speed. Even the few countries that remain neutral for the time being have begun to mobilize all the forces they can in order to take precautions.
These countries know that it is uncomfortable to be caught between two camps. If the commander of either camp suddenly gets a whim and sends troops to attack, it will be a disaster for the country.
The beautiful Genoa has completely turned into a war machine integrating barracks, workshops, hospitals and magic bases. The beauty of the past has long been gone.
There is no other color in the world except the black of the armor and the white of the sword.
As Iros's carriage drove along, all he could see were groups of soldiers, the deafening sound of forging iron, towers flashing with magical light from time to time, and carriages transporting war supplies.
When Iros returned to Genoa again, it was seven days later.
Seven days is enough time for many important things to happen.
The most important thing among them is that Emperor Peter I and Knight King Charles finally led the legions of the two empires into the Hillel Empire and joined up with the forward legions of the two countries.
Nowadays, the armies of the Albrex Empire, the Batoria Empire, and the Shire Principality in the Xirel Empire have exceeded 400,000, far exceeding the number agreed upon by the Holy Agreement.
But at this moment, how could Emperor Xirel dare to say anything more?
As soon as Emperor Peter I settled down, he immediately sent an envoy to summon Iros to meet him.
When Iros arrived at the Imperial Army's station after a long and dusty journey from Genoa, Marshal Servais had been waiting for him for a long time.
Under the guidance of Marshal Servais, Iros entered the temporary palace built specifically for Emperor Peter I.
The adjutant who came with him was not allowed to enter the imperial palace and could only wait at the door.
As soon as he stepped into the palace gate, Iros was greatly surprised and stopped involuntarily.
There are two completely different worlds inside and outside the door. It is noon at this moment, the bright sun is hanging high in the sky, and the dazzling halo spreads in circles, emitting blazing sunlight, baking the world outside the door.
However, the palace, which is only separated by a door, exudes a gloomy and damp atmosphere, and large masses of darkness are like substance, pouring out from every corner from time to time, filling every inch of space here.
The door of the palace is open, but the sunlight outside the door cannot penetrate the world inside at all!
In this gloomy world, Iros suddenly felt dizzy, his hands and feet were weak, and he almost fell to the ground.
He was taken aback and immediately gathered his mental strength to try to stabilize his body.
But the faint silver light in his eyes was extremely conspicuous here, like a pool of blood in the sea, attracting all the darkness that wandered around like evil sharks.
These darknesses contain incredible power. They completely ignore Iros' physical existence and directly invade into Iros's spiritual world. They are like black waves in the sky, repeatedly washing away his soul!
Iros let out a roar of pain, and black flames erupted all over him.
As soon as the bursts of light and rain flashed, they were immediately drowned in darkness, and even the crackling sound had not had time to sound.
In front of the pressure of the black tide, he felt like an insignificant ant trying to move away a huge boulder that was pressing on him!
The feeling at that moment was so powerless.
At this moment, the pressure on Iros suddenly relaxed, and Marshal Servais' feeble voice sounded in his ears:
"Lord Iros, this is now the territory of the Dark Demon. Any resistance you make now is disrespectful to the Dark Demon.
Relax and let the darkness pass through your soul, and you will find that the Dark Lord is actually very tolerant!"
Iros has no other choice. Although his strength in the main plane is limited to the demigod level, even if there is no plane shackles in the multiverse and he can exert his full strength, he will not be able to fight against the Dark Demon. After all,
He is a main god as powerful as the will of hell.
He just didn't know how Peter I believed in the Dark God, but when he thought about Peter's move to seize power and the power of the forces behind it, Iros understood.
Iros had no choice but to give up resistance.
Sure enough, the dark energy that contained a mountain of pressure just now suddenly turned into wisps of gentle wind, gently brushing against Iros's soul, and then flew away.
In just an instant, Iros was already sweating profusely, his whole body was weak, and he felt like he was about to collapse.
He took a deep breath and finally stood firm.
Marshal Servais nodded and praised:
"Lord Iros's understanding of the nature of the planes and the realm of the gods is indeed extraordinary, and his strength is really powerful."
Iros was taken aback. Although he was not afraid, he definitely did not want to attract the attention of the Dark Demon behind Peter I to his power, so he said:
"Marshal Servais, you are too flattering. My power is nothing compared to yours."
Servais smiled, and that dry laughter made Iros' hair stand on end.
He glanced at Iros and said meaningfully: "Absolute strength is not the most important thing. I think you must have understood this truth. Come with me and don't let the emperor wait too long."
This time, Marshal Servais led Iros into not the study of Peter I, but a sacrificial room.
In the center of the room, there is an altar made entirely of black jade, with an erratic darkness above the altar.
Iros immediately sensed that the aura contained in this mass of darkness was completely consistent with the dark energy that almost destroyed his spirit just now. The only difference was that the power represented by this seemingly weak dark energy was stronger than the dark energy in the palace.
The energy is tens of millions of times greater.
If the darkness that almost makes Iros irresistible is a drop of water, then the darkness on this altar is a boundless ocean!
"Don't be surprised, what you sense is the power of the great Dark Demon God! We should be humble in front of the Dark Demon God."
The voice of Peter I came from behind Iros.
Iros then withdrew his gaze from the darkness and saluted Emperor Peter I who was limping into the room.
Peter I waved his hand and said: "No need to salute. In this room, there is no difference between you and me. We are all just insignificant servants in front of the Dark Lord!"
Peter I stood in front of the altar, staring at the flowing darkness.