Free Web NovelChapter 101: Chapter 95: Party Crashers
Zeke said, "The one that you were creating for me or...?"
The Crimson Hammer Demon Monarch said, "Both are complete, My Liege. Our troops have been outfitted in the battle garbs that you designed. I have to say that I was skeptical at first. I had never seen something like it, but—"
Zeke interrupted him and asked, "But what?"
The Crimson Hammer Demon Monarch said, "But I’m once again left in awe, My Liege. These battle garbs are sleek and easy to move in. They remove all the unnecessary weight of traditional armor and the weakness of normal robes but retain the benefits of both. It’s almost as if they were designed for assassins and not warriors. Not to mention, they look good."
Zeke almost scratched his head. He thought, Sure enough, nothing escapes an expert’s eyes.
The designs that Zeke had given were something he had created by combining the iconic uniforms from a certain game franchise about assassins and battle robes normally worn by the people of Murim.
(See, I’m learning. Usually, I would have just said the franchise’s name.)
[Even a pig would learn if I taught it.]
(Are you calling me a pig?)
[Maybe. Or I’m just stating a fact. Believe what you want to.]
The Crimson Hammer Demon Monarch said, "My Liege, may I present the battle garbs to you?"
Zeke nodded. The Crimson Hammer Demon Monarch clapped his hands, and two servants carried something covered with a cloth inside. They set it down and left after greeting them both by kneeling towards them.
The Crimson Hammer Demon Monarch excitedly took the cloth off. Beneath the cloth was a rack. And on the rack was every guy’s dream. It was an assassin’s robe that was primarily black with some red undertones. There weren’t—
(I won’t waste words giving a detailed description, but I will post the pic on the Discord Server, so do check it out.)
He continued, "My Liege, although I have made it according to your requirements, I don’t think that you will be able to use it in your Divine State."
It had slipped his mind that the Cult called his Asuran form his Divine State.
He said, "You don’t have to worry about that. My Demonic Spirit will take care of it."
Zeke’s Demonic Spirit, which he had only showcased until now in the form of the Emperor’s Robes and the Throne, had one more form. It wasn’t something specific and would adapt to any outfit that he chose. That’s why he had the battle garbs made.
He said, "This is good work. You may leave now. I will try them on."
The Crimson Hammer Demon Monarch said, "My Liege, I hope you will fulfill my one wish."
Zeke said, "Speak."
The Crimson Hammer Demon Monarch said, "My martial lineage has been with the Cult since its inception. And each generation of Crimson Hammer Demon Monarchs has one wish: to see the Heavenly Demon in armor they have personally forged. My Grandmaster forged the Demon Ancestor’s armor, and my Master created the armor that the Demon Patriarch wore in the Great War." freewēbnoveℓ.com
Zeke said, "So you want to see me in the armor, in my Divine State, I’m guessing."
The Crimson Hammer Demon Monarch replied, "My Liege’s wisdom is boundless."
Zeke said, "Then stay here. I’ll be back."
With that, he grabbed the garbs and disappeared. He appeared in his room and put the battle garbs on. He looked at himself in the mirror and muttered, "Damn, I look hot."
But it was time for the magic. He summoned his Demonic Spirit. Black, red, and gold threads appeared on the garbs and started weaving into them. An intricate design appeared on the hood, the front torso, and the belt.
He could feel that the garbs had become one with his Demonic Spirit. He disappeared once again and reappeared in the Throne Room. The Crimson Hammer Demon Monarch had a hard time containing his excitement.
He remembered what his Master had told him when he was just a child: "Ki-Hoya, I just finished forging the armor for the Heavenly Demon. He will wear it whenever there is a war. My boy, there will be a day when you will have to do the same. Make sure that it is the best thing you forge in your life. Remember my words."
Zeke smiled when he saw the look on his face. He had the same smile whenever he created a new potion. He didn’t make the Crimson Hammer Demon Monarch wait any longer and transformed into his Asuran Form.
As he changed, the battle garbs changed with him. The hood and the sleeves disappeared. There was an additional hole on either side for his extra arms and two slots on the back for his wings.
While the previous version gave him a reserved look, this was the complete opposite. It gave him a wild look, as if he was ready to tear the world asunder with his bare hands.
The Crimson Hammer Demon Monarch had tears in his eyes. He had not only created his life’s masterpiece, but also found a worthy owner for it. He then left the Throne Room to do some last-minute touch-ups on the other Demon Monarchs’ weapons and armor.
The next few days, Zeke met with the Demon Monarchs and continued to deploy them. They had to leave now if they wanted to reach their intended locations on time. When the Demon Monarchs had left, Mammoth Head arrived with the trio, Yonggi, and the Demon Patriarch. Zeke told him about the plan, and as he had expected, Mammoth Head was more than happy to take on the leaders of the Iron Blood Alliance by himself. He left Yonggi and the Demon Patriarch and left with the trio. He needed to talk strategies with the rest of the Heads as well.
Yonggi looked at Zeke and hugged him.
He said, "Hyung, I missed you."
Zeke hugged him back and said, "Did you focus on practicing in the past five years?"
Yonggi nodded and said, "I did. I’m already at the peak of the Ninth Transformation. I should have already broken through to the Divine Beast realm, but it’s as if I’m missing something crucial."
Zeke said, "Don’t worry, we’ll take care of it."
A week later, he got familiar with the elite task force. He gave them some minor pointers and went over his plan with them. Another week later, he and his task force had already blended in at the venue of the Dragon Phoenix Tournament.
He saw that it was time and sent a voice transmission to his subordinates: "Let’s go crash a party."
