Demon King: Hero, don’t run away!

Waiting, calm and yet prolonged.

Yang Yu and his companions did not act rashly, but quietly, quietly, awaited the awakening of the Sea Mother who had slept for ten thousand years.

On the seabed several kilometers deep, the sleeping Sea Mother emitted a dazzling light, gradually waking up.

Even in the dark and sunless deep sea, the dazzling light could be transmitted hundreds of meters away, illuminating the surrounding few strange deep-sea creatures.

With a loud “boom,” a great city emerged from the integrated seabed, rising upward.

Thick sand slowly slid off the sturdy shield, and even after ten thousand years, the shield appeared unchanged.

Floating, floating.

In the sunless seawater, faint rays of light subtly penetrated.

The gigantic shield gradually restrained its brightness, transmitting these faint rays into the city, allowing the descendants of soldiers guarding the city to feel the warmth of the sun.

The Sea Mother, equipped with various advanced technologies of the Luka Civilization, finally received the command it longed for.

The descendants of soldiers guarding the Sea Mother raised their heads, basking in the sunlight their ancestors once enjoyed.

The enormous Sea Mother emerged from the sea surface, water trickling away from its semicircular shield, evaporated by the radiant sunlight.

Yang Yu and his companions lowered their heads, their gaze irresistibly drawn to the enormous city.

“Above, people live. They are the descendants of Luka Civilization soldiers. Even with the Sea Mother we awakened, we must not be careless. Sol Rott, if anything unexpected happens, follow my instructions.”

“Hmm.”

“Advance.”

Yang Yu uttered these two words, and Sol Rott folded his wings, descending towards the enormous city.

Just as Sol Rott was about to touch the shield, the seemingly indestructible translucent shield dissipated like a bubble, vanishing like smoke and dust.

Sweeping a rough glance over the city, Yang Yu located the western square where people gathered.

Sol Rott gently flapped his wings, adjusting his balance, and landed steadily in the center of the square.

Standing on Sol Rott’s back, Yang Yu surveyed the crowd.

In this enormous city, there were only several thousand people.

Some had octopus-like faces and were drenched, resembling old dominators from Cthulhu mythos; some were bare-bodied, covered in tough fish scales like wearing thick armor; some were indistinguishable from ordinary humans, but their pupils were frog-like; others wore yellow raincoats, obscuring their appearances…

With a rough glance at the data panels of these Guardians, Yang Yu slightly furrowed his brow.

Apart from some who appeared juvenile, everyone here was at least Level 180, with average attributes exceeding four thousand.

These people had severe expressions, all meticulously staring at them.

The black sphere that had just fallen into the sea abruptly leaped out from beneath the surface, seemingly finding its owner, flying to Yang Yu, hovering beside him.

Yang Yu leaped down from Sol Rott’s back, the apparatus formed by Magic Power followed him, continuing to hover beside him, affirming Yang Yu’s identity.

Following Yang Yu, the Red Blood Rose, Tico, and others arrived at the vast square, curiously observing everything around.

The massive Sol Rott gradually shrank, reverting to human form.

Once Yang Yu and his companions settled, a gray-clad Sea-dwelling Species, emanating blue Magic Power all over, stepped out from the crowd, stood before Yang Yu and his companions, speaking in ancient language:

“Welcome to all of you.

We have waited for ten thousand years.

We replace our ancestors, guarding this place generation after generation, merely awaiting someone who can awaken the Sea Mother.

Now, the Sea Mother is awake, and we have seen the legendary sun and sunlight.

This signifies our task is soon to be completed.

Such a long time indeed.

To continually watch over, it has not been easy for us.

Despite looking different, we should all be the same people. I hope you can lead the future to a better side.

(Luka Language)

The man extended his smooth tentacle to Yang Yu, who did not resist at all, and grasped the man’s tentacle.

Seeing this, several Sea-dwelling Species in the distance, initially frowning, gradually relaxed their expressions.

In the lightless seabed, ten thousand years was a form of harsh torment.

These Sea-dwelling Species had contemplated giving up countless times, attempting to awaken the Sea Mother with their own strength and leave this cursed place, but they persevered again and again.

Due to lacking contact with outsiders for such a long time, they harbored some anxiety.

Many secretly resolved that if the person awakening the Sea Mother was not who they were waiting for and harbored prejudice against them, they would immediately turn and leave no stone unturned in their rage.

Yang Yu’s actions dispelled many twisted thoughts among the descendants of soldiers.

Yang Yu could not fully understand the Luka Language, but fortunately, Sol Rott acted as his translator, conveying the meanings of those words, allowing Yang Yu to react promptly.

Without much deliberation, Yang Yu used the language of this era, addressing the descendants of the soldiers present:

“You have endured hardship all along.

Inconceivable it may be after ten thousand years, you still remain steadfast in your positions.

The challenges within, presumably only you can truly understand.

Thank you for everything you have done.

Thanks to you, we have the possibility of witnessing the conclusion.

Next, you must find ways to integrate into this world, and we will offer help to the best of our ability.

Perhaps you have already sensed it.

This era is vastly different from the past. What has exactly happened, I will narrate over the days to come.

You may need to wait a little more.

We are waiting for someone, and once that person arrives, we will have greater confidence in welcoming the goddess.”

Sea-dwelling Species on the Sea Mother looked at each other, as they could not understand Yang Yu’s words; Sol Rott slowly spoke, translating Yang Yu’s recent speech verbatim for all Sea-dwelling Species present.

The gray-clad man pondered slightly, eventually nodded, understanding Yang Yu’s current predicament.

As Yang Yu stated, they too had sensed the era’s difference, but under the agony of choice, they opted to carry out this task to its end.

Yang Yu’s arrival defied their expectations.

The Sea-dwelling Species present initially held no hope for the event of the “Sea Mother awakening,” but Yang Yu and his companions traversed epochs, gathered fragmented information, and step-by-step arrived here, which was already an enormous favor for those residing on the Sea Mother.

According to the rules their ancestors left, whoever arrived here, as long as they obtained the device to awaken the Sea Mother, they would be the commander of all forces on the Sea Mother, and no one could question his decisions.

Yet these Sea-dwelling Species had their thoughts.

Yang Yu seemed calm and honest, perhaps capable of being a competent commander.