In the ever-eternal darkness visible to the naked eye, endless lurks. The power rushed and pulsated within him, more real than blood, more nourishing than food and water, both intoxicating and calming. He wasn't omnipotent, at least for now...... Otherwise, thousands of worlds would be wiped out in the blink of an eye, and his conquest would no longer have to be resorted to force. But overall, he is quite satisfied with the current situation.

Except for one thing. They are alive, those who are in exile are alive. Kilgardan could feel them; He could still feel them despite the countless centuries that had passed for those stupid creatures who were still affected by time. Viren and the rest of the idiots, they were now hiding, afraid to face him and Akmund. Akmund was there...... Turning Point...... Collaborate with him as friends and allies as they did a long time ago, when they were mere creatures. However, Viren ......

Kil'Gardan, Akmund, and the rest of their compatriots have long since stopped calling themselves "Erida". Viren would {} call them "Manari", but they call themselves the Burning Legion. Marganis's army. The Chosen One.

He stretched out a slender and graceful crimson arm, and his giant clawed hand reached into the void containing a qiē, feeling its fluctuations under his probing. From the moment the enemy escaped again, a steady stream of scouts were sent out, all returning with news of defeat. Akmund wanted to execute them to punish them for their incompetence, but was vetoed by Kilgardan. Those who were frightened, who had fled, of course he had reason to know; And those who smell the reward, feel the approval of the master, and stay with him, and thirst for reward, he also sees it. So. Although Kilgardan never hides his displeasure with the losers. He also tends to give them a second chance. Or even the third time. If he believed they had done their best and weren't just wasting his good intentions.

Akmund had no appreciation for this fanaticism on Kil'Gardan.

"We still have many worlds to conquer and destroy in order to serve our master, Marganis. Akmund's voice roared, piercing the darkness that surrounded them. "Leave that idiot alone. If he dares to pose a threat to us, we'll feel it. Just let him rot alone in a certain world. He will never be able to appreciate what true power is, and that is enough punishment. ”

Kil'Gardan Kuiwei's head slowly turned to the other demon lord.

"I'm not trying to deprive him of his power. Kilgardan whispered, "I'm going to destroy him completely, and those who foolishly follow him." I'm going to crush him. I want him to pay for his distrust, his stubbornness, and his refusal to think of us all......"

The giant hand clenched into a fist, and the sharp nails sank deep into the palm. Lava-like flames erupted, leaving a deep dent in his hidden form in the darkness. Kilgardan had many such scars on his body, and he was proud of them.

Yes, Akmund was powerful, elegant, sleek, and full of wisdom. However, he did not have the fervent desire of Kilgardan to ruin Miè. He had explained to him countless times about it; This time he just sighed. It was decided not to continue the discussion. They have been arguing like this for countless centuries, no doubt. They will continue to argue for countless centuries to come...... Until Kil'Gardan succeeded in destroying the Cunzài, who had been his closest friend.

Maybe that's because of this, Kilgardan suddenly thought. Akmund had no special affection for Viren, and only regarded him as a colleague who led Ereda. And he, Kilgardan, used to love Viren so much. He loved him like a brother...... No, more than that. He loved him like his alter ego. ...

However......

The giant palm clenched again, and where blood should have been oozing, another burst of unclean flames poured out.

No way.

He could never tolerate the idea of letting Viren hide in some uncivilized world, in a cave, licking his wounded pride. This is not enough. Once upon a time, Kilgardan would say he wanted blood...... But now, blood could no longer satisfy him. He wants to humiliate them and let them know what a complete disgrace is. It's sweeter than simply letting life go away from Viren and his foolish followers.

Akmund tilted his head. Kilgardan recognized the gesture: it was one of his servants who was talking to him. Like Kilgardan, Akmund had his own plans and conspiracies; Of course, it's all about serving their dark master, and his ultimate goal of conquering a qiē. Without saying a word, Akmund got up and left, his gait swift and agile, far from matching his tall and burly appearance.

At the same moment, there was a fluctuation in Kil'Gardan's mind. He immediately recognized the signal: it was his lieutenant, Tagas. From his thoughts, Kilgardan read cautious hope.

"What's the matter, my friend?" Kilgardan commanded in the spirit link.

My lord, I have no intention of spreading false expectations. But...... I might have found them.

Kilgardan felt a burst of joy in his heart. Among his puppets, Tagas is always the cautious one...... Just like the guy he's trying to hunt. Tagas was only below Kil'Gardan and he has consistently proven his loyalty for so many centuries. Kilgardan knew him, and knew that even such a cautious remark would not be uttered lightly until he was completely sure.

Where and how did you find it?

A very small world, uncivilized and inconspicuous. I felt that place was tainted with their special magical aura. Maybe they went there and left. It's not like this hasn't happened before.

Kilgardan nodded—though Targas couldn't see his movements. A part of his past remained, he thought. He smiled lightly at the thought that almost every intelligent race he had met had agreed with the ancient body language of nodding.

You're right, he agreed. There have been many times before when Kil'Gardan's armies have followed the sweet scent of Ereda's magic to a certain world, only to find that Viren and his damned followers had somehow escaped with the news. But I still have hope. I will find them and torture them as much as I want. I always have eternal time...... to do it.

He had an idea. Too often, Kil'Gardan marched to one of Viren's hideouts, only to be run away by him. Whenever this happens, Kilgardan will angrily destroy the world he has left behind him to appease his humiliated self-esteem. But in any case, the slaughter of those lower races, although pleasant, was far from satisfying his thirst for revenge.

This time, he won't make the same mistake again. He will no longer send Tagas to play the front and lead the Burning Legion through the land, as usual...... Viren had been the strongest, wisest, and closest to magic and knowledge of them all. He's never going to let his guard down, especially now, not long after his last escape. Viren will always be on his toes, and if he feels a clear threat, he will flee immediately.

But...... What if it was a less obvious threat?

Tagas ...... I want you to scout the world.

There was a hint of confusion in Targas's delicate, calm voice.

We have invaded so many worlds by force, but so far we have found nothing. Maybe this time, I should send just one person. Send only one person...... Someone I can trust completely. ...

Kilgardan felt unease and pride mingle in Tagas's thoughts.

There is much more to destroying the enemy than force. Sometimes, other approaches are better.

So you- do you want me to find a better way?

Precisely. Go into this world alone, Tagas. Observe it, learn about it. Sue me if the exiles are really there and what is their condition. Tell me what they live by, whether they are rich and stable, or poor and miserable. Tell me what the world looks like, what kind of inhabitants there are, what kind of creatures, what kind of seasons. Remember, your mission is reconnaissance, Tagas. Instructions must not be transgressed without my direct orders.

Of course, adults. I'll go get ready right away. He was still a little confused, but as obedient as ever. Targas has always served the master of Manari perfectly. This time, he will definitely complete the task perfectly.

Kil'Gardan's face, though bears no resemblance to the one he had before he took refuge with the Great Lord Marganis, still contorted into a smile. (To be continued......)

Chapter 175: Whereabouts Exposed.

Chapter 175: Whereabouts Exposed: