Hell Mode: Volume 7, page 1
Chapter 1: A Request for Help from the Holy Land of Elmahl
A military officer dashed into the Baukisian emperor’s audience hall and shouted out, his voice echoing off the extravagant golden walls.
“We’ve received a request for help from the Holy Land of Elmahl! It seems that the capital, Teomenia, is ablaze!”
Silence fell over the audience before everyone began to chatter among themselves.
Many nobles and ministers were gathered in the large hall, joining Emperor Pupun III and the four parties that had cleared the theretofore unconquered Rank S dungeon. Upon hearing the officer’s report, they began to express their surprise.
“Did he just say that Teomenia is ablaze?”
“I heard that’s where the execution of the pontiff of that one religion was going to take place.”
Some even cried out in shock.
“Ablaze?! Just what is going on over there?!” Beast Prince Zeu let out a roar and turned and made his way over to the kneeling officer who had made the report and grabbed his shoulders.
“H-Hey, hold on!” the dwarven officer exclaimed as Zeu lifted him off his feet, which flailed about uselessly in the air.
“What of my sister, Shia?!”
The nobles, ministers, and even the emperor himself watched on with wide eyes as Zeu interrogated the man, his fangs bared in anger.
“Beast Prince, we’re still in the presence of the emperor. Please calm yourself,” the prime minister said, trying to hurriedly calm Zeu. Fortunately, it seemed to bring him back to reality.
“Hmm? Ah, yes, my apologies.” With that, he set the officer back down on the floor.
Huh. Judging by the way he’s acting, Shia must not have returned to the Beast Kingdom yet.
It had been about half a year since Allen first heard that Shia, Zeu’s sister, had captured the Pontiff of the Church of Gushara, otherwise known as Daemonism.
“Please elaborate on what you mean by ‘Teomenia is ablaze’?” The emperor’s request prompted the officer to continue his report.
“Yes, Your Majesty. Just moments ago, we received a request for assistance from Neel, in Elmahl. According to their information, the capital, Teomenia, has gone up in flames.”
Two days prior, a massive fire had shot up in the city square in the center of Teomenia, where Gushara Selbirohl, the founder of the new religion known as the Church of Gushara, was to be executed. The pitch-black flames became a pillar of fire that reached up to the heavens, then gradually spread horizontally, engulfing the temple adjacent to the square. Eventually, it even reached the streets, blanketing the entire city in fire.
A priest who had managed to flee Teomenia had reported the incident and sent out the distress signal. Furthermore, Pope Istahl Kumes, who had been in the city to watch the execution, had tried to suppress the flames. Though the city was ultimately engulfed, his efforts had managed to buy time, with which the priests had escaped. After witnessing Teomenia be consumed by the fire, they made the two-day trek to the nearby city of Neel while caring for survivors and other priests. It was then that the request for assistance was sent to every country in the world. The status of the supreme leader of the Elmea Church, Pope Istahl, remained unknown.
“What d’ya mean a request for assistance was sent t’ every country?” Admiral Garara asked, a hint of suspicion in his voice.
That’s true. Sure, this is a bit of an abnormal situation, but it seems odd to reach out to every country for assistance unless there’s some sort of special reason. Perhaps the black flames have something to do with this?
The Holy Land of Elmahl was one of the many mostly small nations located on Galiat, southeast of the Central Continent. Though this was a rather big deal, it was ultimately just a fire. All they really needed was fire suppression and assistance for the survivors, which they could have easily asked of their neighbors. However, the officer’s response to Garara’s question surprised even Allen.
“Well, some of the survivors apparently later turned into beasts.”
“What?!” a voice boomed. “‘Beasts’?! Are you saying they became monsters?!”
“According to the priest who issued the request, there was something altogether strange about the citizens and priests who made it out after them. When some of the priests who could cast recovery magic approached, they were attacked.”
“The people who escaped the fire turned into monsters? Or were there monsters lurking among the survivors that attacked them?”
“Unfortunately, that’s all I know. Since they were attacked so suddenly, they didn’t have time to confirm the details.”
None of it made sense. However, it was clear that there was something not quite human out there.
“Hmph. I guess it’s possible there’s a monster out there capable o’ turnin’ humans into other monsters.”
Admiral Garara seemed to believe that something had used a skill of some sort in order to turn those people into monsters. In addition, Allen recalled learning in one of his classes at the Academy that monsters such as undead and vampires would attack humans and turn them into their kin.
“The monsters—apologies, the humans who were turned into monsters have been increasing in number over these past two days and continue to pursue the priests and other survivors. By the time they arrived in Neel, there were already enough of them to surround the entire city. At this rate, it won’t hold out for much longer.”
Fearing that this issue would spread beyond Teomenia and Neel to affect their allies, the priests had sent a distress signal to all nations across the globe.
“I wonder if this could be...” Helmios mumbled under his breath.
“Yeah, I think it’s possible they used Lady Freyja’s divine vessel,” Allen said, finishing the sentence. He had already shared the information about Freyja, the Goddess of Fire, having her divine vessel stolen by the Demon Lord Army with his party as well as the various members of Helmios’s, Zeu’s, and Garara’s parties. With that in mind, Helmios figured that a divine vessel—the gods’ source of power—would be capable of summoning forth a flame that could wipe out an entire city in an instant.
“In other words, this is the work of the Demon Lord Army.”
Keel, who always strove to live a just and honorable life, shook with anger. Helmios rested a hand on the boy’s trembling shoulder.
“We’re going to need to go rescue them, then.”
The Baukisian nobles in attendance cheered in approval at Helmios’s statement.
“What a hero that Helmios is!”
“He’s going to use his power to save humanity from the Demon Lord Army once again!”
“Elmahl is surely saved!”
Nowadays, the majority of Baukis’s citizens believed in Dungeon Master Dygragni. This was thanks largely to the fact that the Tower of Tribulation he had created served as a major industry within the empire and provided it with great economic benefits. Many dwarves who had prayed to Fire Goddess Freyja in the past now offered those same prayers to Dygragni. Even so, some, such as the blacksmith Habarak, continued to believe in Freyja.
There were other gods as well—those of good harvest, war, and so on—but the common point among them all was that the people who worshipped them also indirectly worshipped the God of Creation, Elmea, who was the highest ranked among all the gods. This was why all of the nobles were so pleased with Helmios’s words.
“Are you really going to go, Helmios? We’re very much looking forward to seeing your future successes. Admiral Garara, will you be accompanying him to Elmahl?”
Garara turned to the emperor and bowed his head down low. “O’ course, Yer Majesty.”
Heh, interesting how Garara always talked about how demanding the emperor was, but it really doesn’t seem that way at all.
While it seemed as if the emperor had had a rather pampered upbringing, he wasted no time in deciding to send his forces to aid Elmahl. The prime minister’s opinion, however, seemed to be at odds with the emperor’s.
“Your Majesty, considering the circumstances we find ourselves in, I believe it would be best to have Admiral Garara bolster our own defenses.”
Casually glancing around the room, Allen found that some of the nobles and ministers were nodding in agreement.
I guess it makes sense. Assuming this was the Demon Lord Army’s next move, they had to have anticipated that another country would send help.
Allen figured that the events occurring in Elmahl were just another part of the Demon Lord Army’s new invasion plan. They were most likely a follow-up to the invasions of several countries that had been conducted over the past year.
The previous year’s simultaneous invasions were actually a diversion to keep the gods from learning of their real plan: to invade the Divine Realm and steal Freyja’s divine vessel. The operation seemed to have been planned decades in advance, anticipating that Dygragni’s number of followers would increase while Freyja’s would decrease, thus weakening her power. Assuming they had indeed used Freyja’s divine vessel in this instance, that could only mean that this was all a part of the long-term invasion plan they had initiated last year. In that case, Allen figured that the Demon Lord Army must have already anticipated that other nations would try to step in to stop this.
Suddenly, a voice boomed from the entrance to the vast hall. “Pardon the intrusion! I have an emergency dispatch from the Empire of Giamut!”
The murmuring nobles and ministers parted to make way for the dwarf entering the hall. Judging by his appearance, the man appea
“Wh-What is it now?!” The ranking officer stopped at the prime minister’s statement, offered up a salute, and began to speak.
“The Demon Lord Army has begun advancing from the northern tip of the Central Continent!”
“What?!”
The chamber once again erupted in harried conversations.
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Until now, the Demon Lord Army had focused its invasions on the Central Continent, the Empire of Baukis, and Rohzenheim. They attacked the Empire of Giamut by marching south from their occupied territories in the northern part of the Central Continent while traveling across the sea from their home base, the Forgotten Continent, to strike at Baukis and Rohzenheim. It seemed that their goal in attacking these three locations simultaneously was to prevent them from assisting one another as was the purpose behind the Five Continent Alliance. This was nothing more than a guess, of course, but Allen was rarely wrong.
As a result of this, the Five Continent Alliance had been monitoring the territory on the Central Continent that had been occupied by the Demon Lord Army in order to be ready for any invasions. Specifically, they had built a fortress in Giamut near the border of the occupied territory, from which they would periodically dispatch magic ships and scouting units to see if any monsters were gathering. If such a thing were happening, it would be seen as the beginning of an invasion, and magic tools would be used to share this information with the other members of the Alliance.
The Demon Lord Army appeared to be aware of this system and would brutally attack any scouts they found. Thus, this information must have come from a Giamutan scouting party that had risked their lives to get it.
“Do we know how big of a force it is?” Helmios asked, turning toward the senior officer.
“About as large as before. We believe it stands two million strong.”
“I see. That’s definitely not something we can overlook.”
Zeu spoke up next. “But why now?”
“They had no choice but to act now,” Allen responded. “The Demon Lord Army wants to ensure that whatever they’re doing in Elmahl succeeds.”
Zeu mulled over Allen’s words for a moment.
“Hmm, they must want to use the divine vessel for something, then.” He sounded convinced by Allen’s explanation.
“What’s more, if they strike now, they can interfere with the class promotion system coming into effect next month. In light of that, it makes sense that they would invade now.”
The class promotion dungeon would go into operation the following month. If the Demon Lord Army had caught wind of this, it only made sense that they would want to either put a stop to or delay it before it gave the rest of the world a chance to get stronger. After all, during their invasions in the previous year and their battle against the No-life Gamers, they had incurred losses the likes of which they had never seen. It might have even taken them until now before they could muster up enough replacements.
“Well, that’s definitely problematic. If they’re sending a force of two million into the Central Continent, we’re in no position to just ignore them and send forces to Elmahl.”
“Yer right about that,” Garara replied with a scowl.
If the Alliance were to go up against a force of that scale again and did not send Helmios, a talented fighter who could wipe out numerous enemies on the front lines, and Admiral Garara, who could lead the sea-based defenses, they would suffer heavy casualties.
Speaking of, I’m the grand strategist of Rohzenheim. As a reward for his work on the battlefield, Rohzenheim had granted Allen the title of grand strategist. This role meant that he was in no position to ignore the possibility of the Demon Lord Army invading Rohzenheim. But it’s not like I can just stand idly by and watch as people in the allied continents die.
Unlike the Demon Lord Army’s invasions, the assault currently going on in Elmahl was a danger occurring from within. This differed from Rohzenheim where they could build up forts, support a defensive line, and fend off external attacks over the decades.
Though he knew little about the religious country, Allen could imagine how Elmahl would deal with the crisis, and he doubted they could fend it off on their own. Thus, they would need help from abroad. But considering the phenomenon of humans turning into beasts, it was possible that the situation would spill into other allied nations unless they found a solution. In the event they could not, the problem could even spread beyond the continent itself. If they were going to help, they would need to do it soon.
Using Bird A’s Return to Nest Ability, Allen could instantaneously travel between Rohzenheim and Elmahl, allowing him to deal with both problems at once.
Over these past three months, I’ve really managed to make it a lot easier for me to fight.
Allen was convinced that there would not be any problems.
Upon reaching Summoning Lvl. 8 and becoming able to Summon Rank A Summons, he noted that, unlike his Rank B Summons, they were far and away more powerful than their equivalently ranked monsters. For example, Dragon A could fight indefinitely even against Rank A monsters thanks to its Super Regeneration Ability, and Insect A could control enemies.
A total of fifty such Summons patrolled the outside of Rohzenheim’s territory day and night, annihilating the remaining monsters of the Demon Lord Army and continuing to expand the safe zone. Furthermore, the restoration of the northernmost fortress, which had protected Rohzenheim from the Demon Lord Army for many years, was underway. There were parts that had not been repaired yet, but by using his Gold and Silver Beans to create a barrier that kept monsters out, it would presumably be able to fulfill its role as a defensive base.
Between his Summons and the nearly complete restoration of the northern fortress, Allen was convinced that Rohzenheim had what it needed to remain safe.
Is it really going to be okay?
Allen felt a twinge of uncertainty. He figured that the pillar of flame in Teomenia was due to the Demon Lord Army using Freyja’s divine vessel. If that was the case, the Demon Lord Army had planned both that and the turning of the citizens into monsters when they had stolen the divine vessel. The execution of the founder of the Church of Gushara, also known as Daemonism, was surely related as well. In other words, that the Demon Lord Army had decided to cause this all to happen in Teomenia meant that there must have been some connection between Daemonism and the Demon Lord Army.
Allen had no idea how Daemonism had gotten its name. However, assuming that it, like how the Demon Lord Army had bided their time waiting for Freyja’s power to weaken enough that they could steal her divine vessel, was a part of their long-standing scheme, there had to have been a number of people involved in their sinister plan.
Considering that the Demon Lord Army had put the Fire Goddess’s divine vessel and Daemonism to use at the same time as they launched the invasion of Giamut, they had to have been making preparations for some time. If that was the case, it was possible that they also had other plans in motion, as well as traps prepared to keep people from interfering.
If Allen were to go to Elmahl’s rescue and encounter such a trap, he would have no choice but to call back the Summons that were defending Rohzenheim. He had his doubts that Rohzenheim’s defenses would be able to stand up against a Demon Lord Army invasion were he to do so.
Unlike Giamut, which had Helmios, and Baukis, which had Garara and his golem pilots, Rohzenheim did not currently have anyone boasting a powerful Talent. The Talent of Rohzenheim’s strongest Spirit User, Gatoluuga, was a mere three stars. Making matters worse, Rohzenheim had suffered heavy casualties in the previous year’s invasion and had not yet been able to recover the lost troops.
Allen’s mind ran in circles as he tried to figure out which side to take and which to leave undefended. Meanwhile, Zeu turned to one of the Ten Heroic Beasts and addressed him.
“Hmph. Lepe, why did you all leave Albahal?”
Huh? What’s he going on about?
“Hmm? Oh, well... Hey, no way! You can’t be serious!” Lepe cried out in surprise, having seemingly put together what the Beast Prince was thinking.
The Ten Heroic Beasts had been summoned to Baukis from Albahal in order to help Zeu clear the Rank S dungeon. However, if they had been up front about their objective, Zeu’s brother, Beast Crown Prince Beku, would have put a stop to them, as Zeu would become the heir apparent upon the dungeon being cleared. Therefore, they had made up the excuse of being dispatched to hunt the monsters interfering with Rohzenheim’s recovery. They had also reached a secret agreement with Rohzenheim that they would provide assistance were Albahal ever to attack the Central Continent, thus ultimately earning them permission to leave the country.
