Rimuru's Restart: That Time I Travelled Back in Time

Chapter 50: Battle of True Demon Lords and Primordial Demons

"What are you doing here?" I inquired aloud, my voice cutting through the solemn atmosphere of the gathering of Demon Lords.

Kazaream, his eyes darting about the room in search of the source of my question, finally acknowledged my gaze with a muttered response. "Are you referring to me?" he questioned, his voice tinged with apprehension.

I nodded, the intensity of the situation drawing the attention of the other Demon Lords towards us.

"Do you mean me?" Kazaream sought clarification, his demeanor shifting from confusion to caution.

With all eyes now fixed on me, I felt the weight of their scrutiny bearing down upon me, the tension thickening with each passing moment.

"What's this commotion about, newbie?" Kazaream's voice cut through the silence, his tone a blend of curiosity and suspicion.

Summoning my resolve, I stepped forward, my gaze unwavering. "I'm looking for Leon. That spot... it belongs to him," I declared, my words echoing in the dimensional room.

"Leon? Who's that?" Kazaream turned to Guy, seeking enlightenment.

Guy, his expression thoughtful, raised a hand to his chin, pondering the question at hand.

"If memory serves me right, there's a Hero named Leon Cromwell," Guy finally spoke, his voice laced with uncertainty. "But why the sudden interest, Rimuru?"

A sense of unease settled over the gathering, each of us grappling with the mystery that lay before us.

[It's best action to remain silent at this point.] Ciel's warning reverberated in my mind.

Exhaustion weighed heavy on my shoulders as I released a deep, weary sigh.

"Never mind," I muttered quietly, the words barely escaping my lips amidst the heavy atmosphere.

——Eurazania Borders——

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! If I fail here, I'm dead," I muttered through clenched teeth, my heart pounding with fear and frustration.

When had those cunning adversaries laid their traps? It seemed impossible to escape; they had ensnared us from every angle—mountainside, air, land, and even below ground. And amidst the chaos, explosive magic traps littered the battlefield, threatening to engulf us in destruction.

"Why? Why? Why?" My mind raced with questions, grappling with the sheer audacity of our foes' tactics.

The Lycanthrope Beastkeeters were a force Lord Clayman had anticipated as potential obstacles, as well as the Euzaranians seeking an alliance with Tempest. But this level of aggression was beyond expectation.

The first explosion erupted with devastating force, yet their army advanced unscathed. Could it be that they possessed Fire Element Nullification? Such a notion seemed absurd; no army could boast such a formidable defense.

And what of the Dragonewts and Lesser Dragons soaring ominously in the sky? How had Tempest amassed such a formidable force of strong species?

The battlefield tilted heavily in their favor, their soldiers displaying unparalleled skill and strategy. Despite our army receiving Gifts from Lord Clayman's awakening, we found ourselves outmatched and outmaneuvered.

"Commander, what should we do?" a panicked soldier implored, desperation evident in his voice.

"Silence! I'll retrieve Adalman from the other unit," I snapped, determination fueling my steps as I swiftly exited the tent.

But outside, I was met with a grim sight—the guards lay incapacitated, victims of an unseen assailant. Each one fell swiftly, as if succumbing to a deadly epidemic.