Demon King: Hero, don’t run away!

It’s also because that troublesome flame, once engaged with him in a one-on-one situation without support, it’s easy to have no way back.

Unlike the knowledge base owned by the giant dragon, Yang Yu has no way to see the enemy’s panel through the Memory Crystal.

The attributes possessed by the [Red Flame Monarch] Ammonval can only be known by approaching the scene.

Rewatching the battle in the Memory Crystal, Yang Yu memorized each skill that appeared and discussed with Bai Jin and others how to respond to those skills.

About an hour or two later, Lotcar returned with Dream Moon, clearing her burden.

An hour or two is neither long nor short, and Yang Yu can see that this father and daughter, separated for long, have erased the gap between them within a short period.

Thus, Yang Yu officially handed over the task of teaching Xin Mang transformation to Dream Moon.

With companions aboard Lotcar, Yang Yu bid farewell to Xin Mang and Dream Moon, whom he encountered by chance:

”Time is pressing, we won’t rest much more, leaving the rest to you, Miss Dream Moon.

Miss Xin Mang, I wish for you to soon master transformation and contribute your strength to this world.”

Nodding while speaking, Xin Mang also expressed her questions:

”...It was said before, that it was just a legend.

But you seem convinced that the legend is true.

It confounded me midway, not knowing what to do.

Do you know something?”

”Perhaps!

You will definitely transform.

If not, it simply means your strength is not enough yet.

Oh, when you transform, you can try to use a belt and strike a cool pose!

It might have a miraculous effect.”

”Huh?”

”For beginners, relying on certain actions or things, focusing consciousness on them, finding a sense of security, can reduce the pressure of transformation.”

”Seems to make some sense...”

”We won’t stay long; see you again if fate permits!”

Yang Yu waved goodbye to the two, and Lotcar also said farewell to his daughter whom he rarely met.

This adventure, who knows when it will reach its end.

But it doesn’t matter when the end is reached; seeing his daughter’s growth, Lotcar felt relieved a lot.

The only worry is whether his daughter can find someone she can entrust her life to.

Previously, Lotcar had mentioned introducing his daughter to Yang Yu, not merely as a joke, but Yang Yu had already found someone in his heart, so he could do nothing.

Lotcar was never someone who forced others.

Dream Moon has become strong; she has enough capacity to decide her life, leaving the rest to herself, it’s no longer his place to speak.

Resuming his steps, Lotcar took Yang Yu and the others to the front lines.

On the other side, [Red Flame Monarch] Ammonval had just conquered a city.

In the past few weeks, [Red Flame Monarch] Ammonval led the large army deep into the heart of the Wansheng Republic, like a sharp knife, carving a long cut on the map of the Wansheng Republic.

The conquest process was exceptionally smooth, so much so that he assumed other places would go as smoothly as he did.

Unfortunately, a few days ago, an unbelievable piece of intelligence reached his ears, making him realize the conquest of this world isn’t as simple as he imagined.

This war had just started when Tian Hanxue, one of the Four Heavenly Kings, was already captured.

The Demon King instructed him to continue advancing plans, while paying attention to that person’s movements, and if traces of that person were found, notify them first.

Among the many informations provided by the Demon King, [Red Flame Monarch] heard an interesting intelligence: the man who defeated Tian Hanxue was none other than the Colorful-haired Masked Man who once thrived during the war between Wansheng Republic and Luo Ze Empire.

Walking through the wide streets, the city’s residents hid in houses motionless, dared not utter a sound, fearing they would be caught by the evil Demon Clan, swallowed whole.

Reducing the burning flame on his body, [Red Flame Monarch] saw a roadside stall selling various trinkets related to the Colorful-haired Masked Man.

He slowly approached, and the officers around hurriedly followed.

On the small stall were colorful sculptures, wooden carvings, chess pieces, masks, and other small trinkets of the Colorful-haired Masked Man.

Though small, it was comprehensive.

Picking up a clay sculpture, [Red Flame Monarch] Ammonval scrutinized it closely; indeed, it bore some resemblance to the person described in intelligence.

”Whose stall is this?” [Red Flame Monarch] asked.

The empty street echoed no response to his voice, [Red Flame Monarch] asked again:

”Whose stall is this? If no one answers, I won’t be polite! My patience has limits!”

Avoiding implicating the city’s people, the stall owner summoned courage, opened the door, and knelt in front of [Red Flame Monarch] Ammonval:

”This is my stall. I don’t know what the lord wants from me, but I implore the lord to spare everyone except me, I am willing to bear all consequences!”

The stall owner’s death-defiant stance made [Red Flame Monarch] flash a satisfied smile, saying:

”Tell me, how much do you think your stall is worth? Answer truthfully!”

Weighing his thoughts, the stall owner truthfully replied: ”Most toys here are for children and worthless, but clay sculptures and more noble copper goods are quite costly; altogether, it’s at least worth three to four thousand.”

[Red Flame Monarch] gestured slightly to his subordinates who promptly understood and tossed sufficient Gold Coin before the stall owner.

”Everything here, I am buying it all. See if the payment is enough?” [Red Flame Monarch] said.

Surprised, the stall owner didn’t count the money immediately and hurriedly said: ”Enough, definitely enough.”

[Red Flame Monarch] Ammonval stretched his hand towards the stall, his palm emitted a tuft of flaming fire, and in an instant, the stall showcasing various Colorful Hair Masks burned fiercely, turning to ashes.

Everything related to the Colorful-haired Masked Man vanished into thin air, [Red Flame Monarch] contentedly resumed his steps through the city.

Walking a few steps, suddenly from an alley, a little boy emerged wearing the Colorful-haired Masked Man mask and holding a wooden sword, blocking [Red Flame Monarch] Ammonval’s path:

”Wait for me!

I saw everything you did just now.

I definitely won’t allow you to insult our hero like that!

I want to duel with you!

Even if I can’t win, I must duel with you!”

Though trembling slightly, the little boy’s voice was resolute.

Seeing the little boy before him, [Red Flame Monarch] Ammonval recalled his own youth.

Back then, he was just as reckless, just as unaware of what was above and below!

A long sword struck into the ground, a unique magic power centered on [Red Flame Monarch] Ammonval gradually spread, collapsing surrounding buildings under its force, the little boy too was blown away several meters, sprawling on the ground.

[Red Flame Monarch] Ammonval nonchalantly walked past the boy, speaking to the boy still conscious:

”Some things are powerful beyond your imagination.

You’re not mature enough now, but I appreciate your heart; if decades later you still have confidence to challenge me, feel free to come and avenge today’s grievance!”

After speaking, [Red Flame Monarch] Ammonval led the troop away without turning back, heading to the next strategic location.