Chapter 1205
Unfortunately, without confirmation of Delrovana's death, no one dares provoke her. Even if Delrovana never shows herself again, not a single demon lord would risk it...
Leon was left dazed by the news, as if some deeper meaning lurked beneath it all.
Before Leon could make sense of it, that wicked, mad voice erupted in a frenzy of rage.
"Norlick, you damned bastard! If you hadn’t interfered, I’d have seized this body already—restored my old glory, let god and demon radiance blaze again across the Northend World.
No, I would have destroyed that accursed Northend World—let everything be buried, everything ruined, everything ended.
But you did it! To stop me, you severed time and space, exiled that fragment, and had to reincarnate as a filthy, weak, ugly orc. What a pity—this time, you can’t stop me.
A weak orc has no right to stand against me. What can you possibly do now?
Norlick...
Emperor Norlick!
Leon felt his head spinning...
Damn it, Emperor Norlick is actually another reincarnated soul of the Seventy-Third Deity?
What the hell is going on here? Did those guys in the future who dug up every famous strongman’s grave never figure this out?
Damn it, it really is Emperor Norlick...
No wonder—no wonder Emperor Norlick emerged out of nowhere and unified the entire Blazeforge Realm in record time...
Redbeard definitely doesn’t know about this. He certainly doesn’t know Emperor Norlick is another soul of the Seventy-Third Deity...
As for Constantine, maybe he doesn’t know either. No...
Or maybe Constantine knew all along. He didn’t choose the Blazeforge Realm by accident...
There must be some hidden secret here, but what is it?
Damn it, I just can’t figure it out—the more I think, the more confused I get...
Before, I was still puzzled—when the Demon Overlord rampaged across the Blazeforge Realm, it was an old orc who severed space-time, even sacrificing all the warriors’ souls just to barely seal the Demon Overlord in that fragmented segment of space-time.
But the Seventy-Third Deity was different. The Blazeforge Realm had no ordinary records—only in the chronicle connected to the realm’s source was there a hint of a mention.
Who could sever space-time, banish that segment completely, and delay the Seventy-Third Deity’s awakening? That takes more than just a little power—far harder than dealing with the Demon Overlord…
Now I finally understand—Emperor Norlick…
Emperor Norlick, the other reincarnated soul of the Seventy-Third Deity!
Only Emperor Norlick could have such power—or rather, only he could do it, because the one being banished was himself.
Leon processed a flood of information, while everyone else was already scared stiff.
Cross stared blankly at the starry void before him—the name of the Demon Overlord of the Abyss’s 333rd layer might be unknown to orcs.
Even those who entered the Abyss might never have heard that name. The true names of Overlords are taboo—even if a world is named after one, only the Demon Overlord dares speak it aloud.
Other demon lords don’t dare utter that name—who knows if the Demon Overlord might sense it and, in a bad mood, drop a super-spell on them…
But there isn’t a single orc who doesn’t know the name Norlick…
Emperor Norlick, the greatest monarch of the Blazeforge Realm—the only one who ever unified the Blazeforge orcs. Even now, though the orcs have split many times and their strongest branches are extinct, not a single one of the eight remaining tribes fails to worship Emperor Norlick…
Now, telling them that Emperor Norlick is actually the reincarnated soul of an ancient god-demon—several orcs were left dumbstruck.
Delrovana, I told you—as long as I live, you will never succeed!
Emperor Norlick’s voice, filled with authority and wisdom, was resolute.
With a single sentence, Delrovana’s mad and evil voice nearly went berserk…
Curses, furious screams, and mad howls—the space around the god-demon’s body shattered violently. It looked as if huge shards of black glass surrounded the god-demon’s body, constantly being drawn toward it.
Terrifying power swirled madly around the god-demon’s body. The two voices tangled on its surface, clashing furiously. The world trembled as if the god-demon were about to awaken.
This level of battle was far beyond Leon and his companions. A dozen Sky Ranks stood at the world’s edge, like children seeing a mage for the first time—mouths agape, faces full of terror.
Damn, what terrifying power—is this the power of a god-demon?