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Chapter 1363: That Is Not Dead Which Can Eternal Lie

Fiery red lava erupted out from the volcano’s crater. It went all the way up into the sky like a giant red dragon, and lit up half of the sky.

“The fire dragon flies into the sky and the Holy Order reappears. Our tribe is going to rise again!” the great elder said in a quivering voice.

“Hail the King of Lava!”

All the lava demons were also staring at the rising lava with glistening eyes. They knelt down on one knee, and exclaimed as they watched Sargeras walk over on the lava with the Holy Lava Order in his hand.

“From today onward, the Lava Demon Tribe will be renamed Burning Legion!”

Sargeras held the Holy Lava Order above his head, and a red fire rose up. Droplets of golden-red lava dripped from the flames, and drifted toward the lava demons that were kneeling on the ground. The lava went in between their eyes, and turned into a flame symbol that looked like a “W”. As if their shackles were removed, burning hot lava began to flow all over their bodies, and they felt a sense of exhilaration that they had never felt before.

“Burning Legion!”

“Burning Legion!”

“Burning Legion!!!”

All the lava demons stood up, and their cries reverberated throughout the whole island.

***

The news of Alfred and Simmons perishing together had spread like wildfire and shook up the Demon Islands.

The chiefs of two of the Top Ten Tribes had actually perished at the same time. Regardless of whether they were murdered or they had really killed each other, such an event had never happened in the past 100 years. The shock that it had brought upon was even greater than that of the murder of the Spatial Demon Patriarch.

Meanwhile, the abyss demons and the flaming demons had already entered into a battle-ready state. Both parties began to amass their people after the small-scale battle on West Point Island. They were prepared to escalate their conflict.

A horrifying storm was brewing right now.

If the abyss demons and the flaming demons started a battle among themselves just before the peace negotiation was about to start, the demons’ stance in the negotiation could possibly change.

Both the abyss demons and the flaming demons were fanatic warmongers. They were trying to start a racial war as they hoped to gain a leadership position in the midst of the war.

Many demons on the Demon Islands couldn’t sleep tonight.

***

After washing up, Mag lay back on his bed and closed his eyes. He began to check for the reward he received after killing Alfred.

First of all was the title of “Guardian of the Base”. Mag had no idea what was that for. It probably was similar to the “Good Person Card”.

What Mag was the most interested in was “the chance to ask one classified question”.

“System, how do I use this chance? Can I ask about anything? For example, are you my biological child?” Mag asked with raised eyebrows.

“Although the Host is my father, I am definitely not the Host’s biological child,” the system said gravely.

“Oh, I see. That’s okay, as long as you call me Daddy.” Mag nodded.

“No, no. The Host is not this system’s father, and this system is not the child of the Host. This System simply exists because of the Host’s appearance!” the system corrected with exasperation.

“You see, isn’t the conclusion that the chicken comes before the egg? From the angle of cause and effect, I’m still your father.” Mag smiled.

“The debate of whether the chicken or the egg comes first is still inconclusive today. If you’re using this as the judgement, from a certain theoretical angle, this system could be the Host’s father.”

“Ha, there will be no you without me. But without you, I am still me. So, System, do you think you are the father or the son?” Mag smirked.

“Father,” the system blurted out.

“Good boy.” Mag nodded with satisfaction. “Alright, let’s talk about this classified question. What kind of questions are considered as a classified question?” Mag asked.

“Secrets that are hidden from the world’s cognition and not known by the majority of the people are considered as classified. Once these secrets are exposed, they could have some unpredictable influence on this world. Hence, they were not revealed to the Host, and this System is open to certain limits,” the system answered.

Mag sunk in thought. Humans had their secrets, so it wasn’t unusual that this world had secrets that nobody knew about. Many secrets were even hidden and locked away by all the species.

“The Host has killed the destroyer of the base, Alfred, and received the title of ‘Guardian of the Base’ and a chance to ask a question about ‘classified matters’. The Host will have the one rare chance to obtain the answer from the secret vault, so please treasure this chance.”

“So, this means that it could be a secret that even you have no access to?”

“Yes.”

Mag was deep in thought after he got the affirmation from the system. Although he had tried to obtain as much knowledge as he could about this world from numerous classics and history books for the past six months, he still had many doubts about this world.

For example, what was the Norland Continent like before the racial war broke out?

Why did Lantisde sink into the sea? Why were there no records of it in the history books?

What was the agreement that Alfred had entered into with the devil?

***

Questions were flashing across his mind. Questions that he wanted to know but had nowhere to find the answers to.

“I want to know this: what kind of existence is the skeleton man that had pulled me into the stone statue’s space?” Mag finally chose this question after he struggled for a while.

That weird stone statue, the black fog that kept appearing in the Wind Forest and Demon Islands, and the skeleton man that appeared in the stone statue’s space all made Mag feel uneasy.

The fear of the unknown made him a little uncomfortable.

“That is not dead which can eternal lie.

“And with strange eons even death may die.”

Accompanied by the sounds of an old typewriter, a line of black words appeared in Mag’s mind.

Mag murmured softly with tightly furrowed brows. These two phrases sounded a little familiar.

The sounds of the typewriter faltered, and the line of words began to disappear.

“I remembered it. These two phrases came from Abdul Alhazred’s Necronomicon.” Mag’s eyes lit up as he suddenly recalled where the two phrases came from. However, staring at the words that had completely disappeared, he said with a frown again, “But, what did they have to do with the question?”

The secret vault didn’t give him any other answers.

“That’s all? System, are you lying to your father?” Mag was stunned. He felt as if he was fooled. He had to rack his brains and design a series of operations before he could kill Alfred successfully. In the end, all he got was two bizarre phrases that had even come from a book on Earth.

“The secret vault is locked once more, and the Host doesn’t have the permission to ask again,” the system replied.