My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger

Chapter 711: Chapter 712: A Letter

Business was booming. In fact, it was better than booming. Damon had now succeeded in planting his agents, or as he liked to call them, his patrons, in different factions and he could gather information from them.

As for the demons beyond the bridge, they had not attacked Damon’s little business at all. They simply let him be, which was the order his shadow clone had given them.

The combat zone was growing smaller and smaller with each passing second. Everyone would be arriving here soon.

It was about time Damon started letting people cross.

Just as he reached that train of thought, Renata walked into the tent. His visage, seated on the throne with a calm, almost expressionless face, made Renata pause. She knelt before him.

“My lord, envoys sent by the third princess Abellona of Valtheron have arrived, as you anticipated.”

Damon crossed his fingers with a smile.

“A little earlier than I expected for her to make a move,” he said.

Renata did not understand how he planned to get out of this predicament. The way it was moving, it looked like he was an obstacle, which meant the other factions would wage war against him to pass.

They could even unite against him.

“Shall I turn them away?” she asked.

Damon shook his head.

“No, that would not do now, would it. Instead I have a better idea. Let them in.”

Renata nodded and walked out of the tent.

She returned a few minutes later with a small group of knights. When they came inside, they saw Damon seated on the throne. Their eyes lingered on the tent he was in with suspicions.

Seeing the tent, they relaxed slightly as they made some conjecture.

The knight in front walked up and smiled.

“I have been sent by the third princess. Seeing this spatial tent I can relax easy knowing you are part of the imperial faction.”

Damon almost smiled at the thought. This guy was quite bold in his assumptions. Did he really think this tent was given to Damon by Abellona? Of course it was not. He had obtained it by honorable stealing.

He shook his head with disdain.

“I invite you warmly into my abode and you insult me,” he whispered.

The knight was confused. When did he insult him? He was just making a candid observation of someone on the same side.

Damon waved his hand.

“Seize him.”

The fools did not even put up a fight. Renata used her zero attribute and Matia unleashed a cold blizzard inside the tent, capturing them all.

Damon smiled, looking at them frozen and unconscious.

“Well, that went better than I thought it would.”

He turned to Renata.

“Send the letter.”

She exited the tent.

Abellona’s brows furrowed as she looked at the situation around her. Things were not looking good and the madness of battle had spread like an invisible fog, driving everyone into a frenzy.

She was familiar with the battlefield and was well aware of what this was. This was the same reason why the world could never know peace. It was the need for constant conflict.

Turning her spear, she glanced at a fairy adventurer who had been leading this particular faction.

“You should not have attacked me. You could have stopped this.”

He smiled with bloody teeth and broken wings.

“Hehehe. It was too good an opportunity to pass. Assimilating your faction and taking your medallions would have earned us glory.”

She closed her eyes.

What a meaningless reason to die.

Turning around, her spear shaft slick with blood, she looked into the horizon.

“I certainly hope the demons are having as much infighting as we are, though I should not be so optimistic.”

Just as she was about to turn away, she saw a lone knight running toward her with a letter in hand. His armor was dented in several places but she recognized him as part of the group she had sent to deliver a message to the so called bridge crossing restaurant and perhaps glean information on the owner.

He fell before her feet, passing out as soon as he arrived.

She checked his pulse as her subordinates gathered.

Picking up the letter, she found it to be an invitation.

It was not just addressed to her. It was addressed to the major factions. It was an invitation to convene for a meeting.

The sender of the letter had called them out and had emphasized the demons having built a standing army under the command of Amon and his seventy two demons.

The person who sent it was offering to allow everyone safe passage through the bridge before the demons completed their objective.

“The meeting will be in a day,” the letter said.

She raised her head.

He had also left an ultimatum. Should any factions refuse to show up, he would be forced to destroy the last and only bridge to the main island, preventing large numbers of people from crossing it.

“Which would put us all at a disadvantage considering the demons already have a foothold,” she muttered to herself.

If they refused to show up and waited it out, the combat zone would shrink in a day or two anyway, forcing them all toward the bridge. If there was no bridge, they would have to fly or swim across, then face a steep climb up to the main island, which would be crawling with demons ready to ambush them.

“This is bad,” she whispered.

The final line promised that the sender would act as a neutral party as he called for the unification of the goddess races before the demons completed their preparations.

It was a call to the Great Unification Strategy Meeting.

Anyone who wanted to live would have no choice but to go there, except those who wanted to die.

She glanced at her troops who were still cleaning up the remains of the fallen.

“Gather everyone. Prepare to march. We are heading to the main island.”

She glanced at her bloody gauntlet; her crimson eyes glowed.

“It is the prelude to the final battle.”