Towers Of Heaven - 72 Book 3 Chapter 67

Ascenders lined the haven’s walls, engaged in small talk without concern for the countless monsters surrounding them. Tonight’s blood moon was several times more difficult compared to the first. Sadly for the demons, their frenzied assault was nothing but a joke in the eyes of the current Alliance.

The constant bombardment from the haven’s defensive structures created a no man’s land, and only a lucky fraction of the demon horde managed to survive and reach the haven’s walls. Unfortunately, as soon as they began to climb, an array of spears shot out from the wall, turning them into mincemeat.

Eventually, dawn came.

After the assault was over, some ascenders went to take a nap, others grabbed a bite to eat, while the rest went out to hunt. In no time at all, only non-combat ascenders remained in the haven. Everyone had long since grown comfortable with the floor of death and formed a daily routine.

Only a few knew things could change at any momentnamely, Peter, his aides, and Jason’s group. Lavos visited them with grim news a few days ago, and even after hours of brainstorming, the best plan they came up with was Lavos feigning ignorance. Only like this could they delay the inevitable.

In no time at all, a week passed since the demon generals met. Once again, Lavos arrived at the spire. Before entering, he took a deep breath, steeled his resolve, and put on his usual expression. In the next moment, he appeared before the other generals, his heartbeat so loud he was afraid they’d hear it.

“Well?” Ulmer questioned Lavos immediately. The others glanced over as well.

Lavos helplessly shook his head, “Nothing.”

As a wraith, Ulmer’s body was transparent, making his facial expression hard to decipher. Hence, Lavos couldn’t tell if Ulmer believed him or not. A few tense moments passed before Ulmer sighed, “So be it.”

Vindred, hot-blooded as usual, sneered at his companions. “Clearly, one of you is lying.”

Before the group descended into chaos, Ulmer’s tone turned strict. “Whoever it is, we’ll find out. Each of you will scour a territory other than your own. Wekkin takes Lavos, Vindred”

A few days ago was the day the generals paid tribute to the demon king. As such, their hidden stash of essence was no more. Come another month; they’d most likely be killed and replaced by one of their subordinates.

Atop his spire, Ulmer watched as the generals split up. Before they disappeared from view, he raised his palm and summoned eleven eyeballs. The eyes flew into the sky, split up, and followed the generals. Whatever the eyes saw, Ulmer saw. If any general went back to their territory, Ulmer would gather his forces and kill them, no questions asked.

Since someone annihilated hundreds of strongholds, the essence they gathered was frightening. It might even be a century’s worth of tributes. Alas, none of the generals were stupid. If they formed runes, the others would know. That meant a massive stash of essence lay hidden somewhere. If Ulmer could get to it first and kill the thief, he’d have the strength to stand against the demon king.

Of all the generals, Ulmer suspected Lavos the most. After all, the timing was suspicious. Lavos became a general around the same time someone attacked their strongholds. Not only that, Ulmer had gotten a fright when he saw Lavos a week ago. The minotaur somehow felt threatening even without gaining another rune. Unfortunately, Lavos went to Wekkin’s territory without hesitation, causing Ulmer to doubt himself. Was he wrong? Was it someone else?

Unknown to Ulmer, his thought process had a critical flaw. As he wanted to surpass the demon king himself, he naturally thought the other generals were no different. For someone other than them to be the thief never crossed his mind.

Just then, far from the spire, Pyrax, a twin-headed ogre, abruptly changed directions. Instead of heading to Toka’s territory like before, she returned to her own. Seeing this, Ulmer flew off the spire and rallied his armies. His fate was about to change.

An hour later, when the spire had long been silent and empty, the air shimmered as a figure became visible. It was a humanoid salamander with striking muscles and beautiful green scales. With a level just under 300, Sersa was the chieftain of her tribe. As she looked up at the spire, she couldn’t help but mutter, “I can’t believe Lavos was telling the truth.”

Suddenly, a humanoid rat climbed out of the ground not far from Sersa, boasting a level around hers. The rat had hundreds of wrinkles and long whiskers, and if a human saw it, they’d scream in disgust. Sersa turned to her peer and asked, “What do you think, Grenkle?”

“Keke,” The rat gave her a wry look as it rubbed its hands, “Wait and see, we must. Wait and see.”

“Hmm.” Sersa thought differently, though she didn’t voice her opinion.

Grenkle sneered as he watched Sersa leave. How could he not know what the expression on her face meant? Her youth gave her courage, but it also made her nave. If she had seen the fight between the demon king and orc hero like he had, she’d realize her foolishness.

Just remembering that incredible and cataclysmic battle made his body quiver in fear. However, when he recalled the human he’d been spying on the past month, his body grew still and his heart uncertain. If he hadn’t seen the human’s explosive growth and potential himself, he would have tattled on the human tribe just like he did when Lavos tried to unite the tribes.

For now, he’d wait and see.

Meanwhile, as Sersa sent messengers to the other tribes and prepared her tribe for war, Wekkin reached the dread plains. The crow initially planned to scour Lavos’ territory for an hour or two before calling it quits. After all, why would he search for a deadly foe in some foreign land when he could be with his harem of birds?

Unfortunately, his plan went kaput soon after entering the dread plains. Six creatures who looked just like the one Casil encountered fought a monster on the ground below him. Although they only had six runes, they fought better than any demon he’d seen. Still, they posed no threat to him.

“Kaw!” Wekkin announced his presence and dived. A moment before hitting the ground, he halted his descent with a graceful flap of his wings and landed majestically. Any bird from his harem would’ve fainted from pure admiration. As for these six creatures, they’d no doubt do the same.

“Run!” The creatures turned and fled without hesitation. As they ran, one of them took out a small gem and crushed it.

“Kaw?” Wekkin was somewhat disappointed, but this was the second-best response, so he didn’t mind. For a time, he allowed his prey to gain some distance. Only then would the hunt be enjoyable.

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