Reincarnated as the Demon King's Son-Novel

Chapter 672 672 Looming Threat

"My metal vessel is without flaws of the monkeigh where age and disease will end their pitiful life. They are more similar to you rather than me."

The two insulted each other back and forth.

But what Aldred heard was the two of them mocking and degrading the human race.

"Emmm, shouldn't we get mad?" Salamander looked at the others.

At this point, the humans were used to be insulted as the lesser race, monkeigh, greedy pigs, etc.

After a few minutes, the both of them finally stopped.

"I think we'll get along just fine."

…

In the heart of Nexus Rings, within the magnificent central hub known as the Unity Spire, Ringmaster Zarael sat in her meticulously arranged office. The room emanated a tranquil ambiance, adorned with holographic displays showcasing the delicate rotations of the atmospheric ring and the diverse life flourishing within the colossal celestial entity.

Zarael, clad in robes that mirrored the cosmic patterns of Nexus Rings, exuded an air of regal composure. Her violet eyes, reflective of ancient wisdom, focused on a holographic projection before her. It displayed the recent events involving Aldred and Vortimer.

The massive fleet of the Celestial Schemata was also within her sight.

"Troublemakers," she said in annoyance.

A soft chime echoed through the chamber, signaling an incoming communication. Zarael touched a panel on her desk, and the holographic image of an advisor materialized.

"Ringmaster Zarael, there are reports of a disturbance near the outskirts of Nexus Rings. It appears to be related to the individuals known as Aldred and Vortimer."

Zarael nodded, her expression remaining composed. "Monitor the situation closely, but do not intervene unless necessary."

As the advisor withdrew from the holographic projection, Zarael turned her attention to a concealed compartment within her desk. She retrieved a small crystalline orb—the Nexus Core, a symbol of her authority and a conduit to the gravitational magic that sustained Nexus Rings.

With a gentle touch, Zarael channeled her magic through the Nexus Core, allowing her to perceive the intricate threads of gravitational forces within the celestial entity. She could sense the ebb and flow of energy, the heartbeat of Nexus Rings itself.

A knock on the door interrupted her contemplation, and Zarael placed the Nexus Core back into its compartment. "Enter."

A member of the Celestial Guard, adorned in gleaming armor, stepped into the room and bowed respectfully. "Ringmaster Zarael, there's an urgent matter that requires your attention."

"What is it?"

"Unfortunately, it might not be safe to disclose the information here."

Zarael rose gracefully from her seat, her eyes reflecting a depth of understanding. "Take me to the observation chamber."

The Celestial Guard escorted Zarael through the intricate corridors of the Unity Spire, leading her to a chamber with panoramic views of Nexus Rings. The holographic displays showcased the unfolding events, a looming threat to the delicate equilibrium. Zarael composed expression changed into that of horror.

"This can't be."

As Ringmaster Zarael beheld the holographic displays, a collective gasp resonated through the observation chamber. The massive demonic fleet, resembling the creatures of nightmare.

The advisor stammered, "Ringmaster, we've never encountered such a force before. The gravitational distortions they bring with them... it's unprecedented." Zarael's eyes narrowed, a flicker of concern cutting through her regal composure. "Prepare a communication relay. I need to address everyone immediately."

As the Celestial Guard hurriedly executed her orders, Zarael's mind raced. The arrival of such a malevolent force could shatter the delicate balance of Nexus Rings. She pondered the implications and potential alliances that might need to be formed to confront this new threat. Meanwhile, Aldred, Vortimer, and the rest of the Stardust Voyager's crew were enjoying a brief respite in the pub. Unbeknownst to them, the atmosphere outside Nexus Rings was charged with an impending storm. In the midst of their banter, a sudden tremor shook the pub, glasses clinking together. The patrons exchanged bewildered glances as the vibrations resonated through the entire structure.

Aldred, sensing the disturbance, looked at Vortimer. "Did you do something?"

Vortimer's metallic face remained stoic. "Not me."

Ringmaster Zarael swiftly initiated a system-wide communication broadcast across Nexus Rings, ensuring that her urgent message reached every corner of the celestial entity. Holographic projections appeared in public spaces, aboard ships, and within the quarters of the diverse inhabitants. "Visitors of Nexus Rings," Zarael's voice echoed with authority, "a grave threat looms on our doorstep. A demonic fleet, unprecedented and formidable, is advancing towards us. Fleeing is not a viable option; they will pursue us relentlessly. Our best chance lies in standing united against this common adversary." The holographic displays showcased the menacing approach of the demonic fleet, and gasps filled the air as inhabitants absorbed the gravity of the situation. The message was met with a mix of disbelief, fear, and uncertainty among the populace. However, the gravity of the impending danger was enough to quell any immediate dissent. "We have a powerful visitor among us that I will like to ask for help. The Celestial Schemata." Zarael continued.

Everyone looked at Vortimer.

"And for what reason would justify my assistance for this battle? This is a battle I can easily avoid."

True enough. Celestial Schemata's warships were installed with advanced warp system that would allow them to escape with ease.

Aldred pointed towards the screen. "Look at the hull of their ships. Those are Lord Malgorth's servants. They probably come here to obtain the stones as well. Your deal with me is helping me to fight Lord Malgorth."

"The deal is for me to help you obtain the Space Weaver!"

Aldred smiled. "I would consider this as part of the contract as well."

"Besides, I've noticed that your army actually become bigger. From what I can tell, you devour the ships of your enemies and turn them into your own." ɴovel(F)ɪre

Vortimer squinted, not expecting Aldred to notice.

"I am expecting a large pay for this." Vortimer stood up.

"I refuse to work for free too," Aldred said with a wide smile on his face, thinking it would be a great opportunity to destroy Malgorth's forces.