Chapter 985- Meeting the Two Heroes of the past.


    If the quest was still active, there could only be one reason. Driven by a mix of tenacity and a stubborn refusal to ept defeat, Simon began digging.


    Tossing aside massive stones he continued to search, before long he found a few bodies mangled and iplete, their forms unrecognizable. That is to say, they were dead.


    Simon gritted his teeth, refusing to let despair im him. Time blurred as he dug, the wreckage seemed endless.


    Finally, as he dug a faint aura that seemed like it would extinguish any moment, caught his attention. Simon''s eyes narrowed, and he dug with renewed vigor. n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om


    After moving a massive boulder aside, he finally found it, a body broken and bloodied, but alive.


    The person''s chest rose and fell weakly, their life flickered like a dying me. Hurriedly, he purchased high tier potions from the [Shop] and poured them over the body.


    Slowly, agonizingly, the person''s wounds began to heal. Flesh knitted together, wounds closed, and the faint spark of life grew stronger.


    Simon leaned back, sighing a breath of relief as the figure''s aura steadied. Only then did he take a good look at the person he had saved. Blood and dirt had obscured their features before, but now their appearance was discernable.


    "Rothgard!!"


    Simon called out, there was no mistaking the man, he was themander in chief of the south wing army. The only person who had somehow miraculously survived the disaster.


    "Kugh!!" Rothgard threw a mouthful of blood and coughed violently. Although his life was out of danger, he was still heavily injured.


    Simon carefullyid him down and bought a few more potions and recovery items. He didn''t want the other party to kick the bucket since whether he could clear the quest or not depended on it.


    Simon was in the midst of tending to the injured men when suddenly his senses red up and rm bells rang in his head like an omen.


    "Hmm? This is quite unusual. What is a Demon Marquess doing here all alone?"…


    "The entire ce has been ttened. There is no mistaking it, it was fired here. The fact that we can''t see the south wing army here must mean that they were obliterated by that".


    Simon froze. Two voices, so ordinary yet full of mystical resonance, had spoken directly behind him without so much as a sound to herald their arrival.


    When did they get here? No, in the first ce, how did they get so close to him without him even realising it?


    "Hmm, it seems we were a little toote"...


    One of the voices spoke with a voice tinged with regret and sadness. Though the next second they turned cold when directed at him.


    "In any case, we need to know what happened here. Would you step aside, young demon? The injured man lying before you is my friend."


    Simon''s body stiffened as he felt two pairs of eyes like weights of ten mountains pressing down on him. His instincts screamed at him to move, and without hesitation, he activated his skills, leapt up and created a distance between him and the neers.


    "[Nier]?!" one of them mused, "No, it was slower than that. Could it be [ck sh]?! This demon has achieved that."


    The two remained unfazed by the demon''s movement and continued to converse. This gave Simon a moment to size up the neers.


    The first figure, the one who had spoken earlier, had blonde hair that gleamed like molten gold and wore golden armor adorned with intricate engravings. Every piece of his gear exuded majesty, as though forged by the hands of a divine artisan.


    The second figure, had long silver hair and a suit of white armor that rivalled the golden one in grandeur.


    Despite the extravagance of their attire, it felt perfectly natural on them. The gear shone not because of its brilliance, but because of the aura and presence of those who wore it.


    Simon observed the two carefully, the man in golden armor had an extremely handsome face, one that could rival even the high ranking Demon Nobles. His features were sharp yet regal, with a strong jawline, piercing eyes and golden hair perfectlyplementing the resplendence of his armor.


    He gave off an inborn noble and cool charisma that gave others a good impression of him.


    On the other hand, the man in silver armor had a face that was almost too sharp, like a sculpture carved from steel. His eyebrows were like two finely honed swords, narrow and intense, cutting into anyone heid his eyes upon.


    His stance was unyielding, his posture firm and upright like a spear pointed skyward—stoic, unbending, and resolute.


    Despite the contrasts in their demeanor, both of their auras were so in sync that it would be hard not to mistake them.


    The two figures had their auras restrained and their guards rxed making one wonder if they were underestimating just because there was only one demon.


    However, Simon knew better than to believe that. Their rxed postures were not signs of vulnerability but of absolute confidence.


    This is bad... Simon thought grimly. He had already tried to use his {Appraisal} skill on them, only for it to be blocked.


    How many beings in this world can block [Appraisal]? So far, the ones who Simon met could do that were the ones who stood at the pinnacle of this world. A realm so high that it was difficult to imagine.


    The two figures in front stood at that realm or at the very least they were at a level that the current him could not match.


    "My friend, are you alright? Don''t worry. We''re here now."


    The man in golden armor crouched beside Rothgard, his expression softened as he examined his friend''s condition. He rummaged through his space ring, pulling out potions and medical herbs.


    While the golden one was tending to Rothgard, the silver haired man took a half-step forward, his piercing gaze locking onto Simon.


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