Hell's Consort

Chapter 749 - Tunnel Systems

Chapter 749 - Tunnel Systems

Newest Chapter for Highest Tier (October 2021)

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Vampire King Apollyon

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The only thing that stopped him was that Apollyon didn't know where Queen Morgan had placed the Chariot of the Sun for safekeeping.

He just had to stick with Queen Morgan's Cadre, especially this sneaky little weasel, Jora, while? Sylvain followed behind them as he tried to keep up.

He admitted that he had a not-so-hidden grudge on the Fae for paying his unwanted attention to his wife to test his patience.

This male Autumn Fae might be a bit older than Xerxes from what he had perceived from Jora's playful nature.

It might be true that the bastard didn't mean any harm.

Apollyon could also sense Jora's wholesome intent, but this wasn't the time to pull off such silly stunts around the King of the Vampire Realm, who was also an expectant father and a protective husband.

Apollyon's heart felt like it was about to burst while his worries raced in his mind, pondering about what would happen to his beloved if he wasn't there with his pregnant wife at the Autumn Palace?

What if something happened to her while he was here and the Archdemons tried to hurt her?

He tried to talk himself out of his paranoia, trusting that his beloved could manage those unruly Archdemons on their own.

Hmm.

Ever since Ravin and Sloth had arrived on the Material Realm,? Apollyon realized that both of them never attempted to hurt his beloved.

Instead, they targeted others, especially when someone had pissed them off.

That knowledge had reassured her, and he was able to sigh in relief.

As long as Queen Morgan's Council and Luna's Archdemon Familiars ensured her and his heiress' safety, Apollyon will fight like it was the last day of his life.

He will get what he wanted from the Autumn Courts and have the divine fruit of the Four Seasons in his hands or die trying.

Nothing can stand in his way —not even hellfire or eternal damnation.

Maybe, Apollyon was having the dreaded separation anxiety—the way a child might feel when separated from his mother.

Apollyon and Luna were always together, so he wasn't surprised to discover that he had grown dependent on his wife's presence.

He should get used to it once in a while.

This simple weakness might cripple him during a war that he couldn't think straight.

From a bird's eye view, the Male Faeries from the cities and villages, appearing like ants, had marched to the exact direction where? Sylvain and Jora led him to

All of them must be headed to the headquarters of the Autumn Militia.

Yet, for the life of him, Apollyon couldn't see any infrastructure which housed their artillery.

Apollyon's brows furrowed in confusion as he beat his Fae wings.

Maybe,? it was similar to the Summer Courts' Hypogeum, where many of their weapons were hidden underground.

Later, he found out that the Fall Courts had no Colloseum similar to the Summer Courts.

So naturally, their Kingdom had no space to position a Hypogeum underneath the ground.

But that wasn't the best part.

Apollyon, Sylvain, and Jora safely landed on the ground to walk towards…what appeared to be a huge forest full of huge snags with soaring heights that almost rivaled half of the Palace' peak.

Still, the Autumn Palace, which stood proudly at the center of the Fall Courts, was the highest edifice in the Kingdom.

The red, orange, and gold leaves on its gnarled branches were replaced by smoke and dense fog.

It would be difficult for the demons positioned above the wild, thick and decayed forest to see the modest trapdoor underneath thick layers of damp hay where the? Imperial Military Base of the Fall Courts was hidden.

The thing that fascinated him the most was the complicated network of underground tunnels where Jora and Sylvain led him.

Everything was organized and systematic that it closely resembled an ant colony.

It must have been created by someone who had a brilliant mind and valued the Autumn Fairfolk.

Aside from being the second home of the Fall Militia, all the tunnels on the left side of the underground camp served as storage for food and livestock for the winter.

The right side was where their weapons, artilleries, and their chariots were regulated.

They didn't have the map, but Queen Morgan's Cadre knew exactly where they were going as if they had memorized the place by heart.

What boggled Apollyon's mind was when he noticed that the underground tunnel and the knights and Fae sentinels who were there during the earthquake seemed to be unaffected by it.

The walls and the ground were intact, and nothing was cracked and destroyed.

What kind of Fae Sorcery was this?

It appeared stronger than the Autumn Palace, which was made of large marble blocks and polished boulders.

Curiosity made him stroke the growing beard on his chin in contemplation.

Sylvain introduced him to the Fae Sentinel in charge of Queen Morgan's prized chariots.

He had provided him with effective weapons to which the sentinel claimed was that it could effectively kill malevolent devils when it made contact with their skin.

Frowning, Apollyon pondered if the Autumn Courts truly had something this advanced in their arsenal.

But then, he remembered their discussion at the Council Room about Queen Morgan's rare skill of a psychopomp.

She could send the departed souls from this Material Realm to Hell, and the Underworld like most goddesses can do.

How did she get this ability that no other Fae in this Realm had?

Apollyon had no idea.

They did ask her about it when she brought it up, but the Queen of the Fall Courts had pursed her lips and told Luna and him vaguely that her Fae magic got better with time the more she aged in centuries.

Perhaps, the Autumn Fairfolk had first-hand experience warding off spirits and demons roaming around their Kingdom whenever the veil wore thin between the Material Realm and the Spiritual Realm.

Apollyon decided to trust the Fall Cadre and its Militia on what kind of armament they would give him.